❝I am from the barren concrete.❞

Message from Writer

•ᴥ• mostly inactive (tired of letting words drip with no ripple & feedback)
•ᴥ• (old writing were mostly cringe oops)

"He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words."
– Elbert Hubbard

“Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”
– Oscar Wilde

☁︎if i ever called your writing sweat 2+ years ago i'm sorry for traumatizing you ( ´_⊃`)
☁︎i can't even remember if the misspell was intentional or not did i think i was funny
☁︎begging for forgiveness (i'm sure your writing was truly sweet and undeserving of my cringe)


December 30, 2018


I never let go. 

Not seconds after.
Not when her lifeless face burned its way onto my heart.
Not when her limp body lay still.
Not when her blood stained my fingertips.
Not when the silent noise of the blue and red light took her away.
Not when the 'I'm so sorry's started.
Not when the worried looks thrown my way doesn't bother me anymore.
Not when the reflection in the mirror no longer looks alive.

I never let go.

Not a single tear blurred my vision.
Not a single tear stained my eyes.
Not a single whimper escaped my lips.
Not a single whimper strangled my throat.

The hallucinations started.
I saw her everywhere. 
I felt her kisses on my cheeks.
I heard her whispers.
I smelled her perfume.

I never let go.

Then the hallucinations began to fade.
I clawed at the memory of her.
Grasped at the last wisp of smell.
But she's fading. 

But still, I didn't let go.
Onion or not, my cheeks stayed dry.

I denied.

Then one day, she was there.
Her kisses, her perfume, her caresses, her whispers.
I was overjoyed.
But she was sad. 
She was disappointed. 
She told me.
She told me to let go.

Denial is the first stage of grief.

And for the first time in seconds, in minutes, in hours, in days, in months, in years, in centuries, and in eons;

I cried.

Goodbyes were not my favorite thing, but watching her go, I knew it was not forever. 


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  • nezi_nes

    Wowww...simple, clear, poetic sentences and repetition=amazing

    over 2 years ago
  • suaurum

    This is AWESOME. You are so talented. I can't tell how much did this piece touch my heart. I love you uniqueness. Keep up your wonderful writing.

    over 2 years ago
  • the bubbling pen

    Johanna, this is AMAZING. You have a fantastic way with words.

    I'm sorry it's been "eons", but I've finally posted a second to 'The Bullock Boy'. It's called Once Upon A Time and you can find it here:

    The writing style is completely different to 'The Bullock Boy' because it's told from the bullock boy's perspective, but the next piece will be from the girl's perspective again :)

    over 2 years ago
  • The Ha

    This was a touching piece. Very close to the heart.
    I absolutely adore this style of writting. You are a zealous writer.
    Keep up the amazing work :D

    over 2 years ago
  • PureHeart

    I absolutely love this piece. I can tell you spent a lot of time on this.
    And to reply to your question, yes you can use one of your previous pieces, if you really want to : )

    over 2 years ago
  • RNE

    dang that was beautiful. i can't put to words how much i love it! thanks for entering =D

    over 2 years ago