Johanna Marie

Germany

Hey there!
My name is Johanna and I'm very much in love with the English language.
I'm a 17 years old from Germany and writing is one of my greatest passions alongside music.

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Published Work

Patience

Isn’t it all about being patient
and awaiting
instead of mourning at the moment?
 
now what would we have…
…would I have had more, and you less?
 
might have made a mess
when you had so much
so I broke before you could. 
tension made my eyes shut
tried to protect our hearts with it
and it was a terrible time
never have seen so lifeless life
 
now what would we have…
…would I have been less and you more?
 
just a week heretofore
when I still would’ve came back crawling
than it felt like time
gave me another you in life that was bawling
held a pronouncement to call you a waste
masking pain
once written lullabies we refrain
 
and so, we don’t know anymore
about the other one’s patience
but would you know I got mine back
would that make you turn your neck?
 
 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

the curse of the crown

this isn't a game
you play with
so I'm grateful
for our big windows, 
for the sun 
that shines through,
and sounds of spring
when I open them up
but don't really know
how it looks like this year
flower by flower
bee by bee
though it's ok
when so many
won't see 
it anymore
at all
 
due to
the curse of the crown
no one wants to carry
but brave healers fight
-day and night
 
and hope
can be dangerous
but not as much
as you and me,
while we’ll flatten
all curves
together
using all reserves
to slowly but surely,
get back to a tangled world
with wisdom
of the experienced
that we will have overcome
in a puzzle of solidarity

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

the curse of the crown

this isn't a game
you play with
so I'm grateful
for our big windows, 
for the sun 
that shines through,
and sounds of spring
when I open them up
but don't really know
how it looks like this year
flower by flower
bee by bee
though it's ok
when so many
won't see 
it anymore
at all
 
due to
the curse of the crown
no one wants to carry
but brave healers fight
-day and night
 
and hope
can be dangerous
but not as much
as you and me,
while we’ll flatten
all curves
together
using all reserves
to slowly but surely,
get back to a tangled world
with wisdom
of the experienced
that we will have overcome
all together
in a puzzle of solidarity

​February, the 14th

She was just getting into an old yellow taxi she caught up on, on the corner of the street, trying to escape the pouring rain outside that came over the city this evening. Once seated, safely from the weather on the back of the car she was just about to tell the driver where to get her. Though, when she looked up to her left and saw her old enemy sitting there, her mood shifted immediately.
“Going somewhere?” he asked in a tone just as vain as she remembered him. And in a span of a second, she decided to go the mature way and ignore him and instead told the driver her destination. He was the last man she ever wanted to see again. Their history, way too complicated to even waste a thought on nowadays.
“It’s rude not to answer, you know.” He replied, at her quietness, a smug grin on his lips. Of course he knew he’d...

Loveable

She arrived at the bar around eleven. The sky turned into a darker shade hours ago, the moon already crept its way up the horizon and she could tell that the party inside was in full swing already. So she made her way across the street got out of the cab that brought her here, leaving a generous tip for the driver and got into the line filled with strangers. Eventually she got inside and let her eyes scan around the steamy room, searching for her friends. An impossible task, if you would ask her.The dance floor was crowded, the boots were dark and the bar piled up with drunken strangers unreachable. And oh how she needed to be one of these drunk, mindless people tonight. After a while of just standing helplessly in the way she felt an arm that crept its way round her waist, leaving her startled.
 
Thank god it was no one else but Jake,...

smells

convinced sinners
wish for time machines
as if
serendipity 
wouldn't be 
real
but not even time's pity
could fulfill lyrical dreams
like smells ever could
they are oblivious (-good)
to the once mischievous
through rude moments that ended felicitous
and lead to them
cutting their noses off
full of regret 
but smells
still take angels back

 

holy ghost

What is a life as low as mine
When I see a holy ghost above
Who only thrives for his best creations to love
 
Who am I if I want to be it for him
Like everyone else and will fail at the brim
Or just at the try of illuminating myself
Or to meet someone so high up
 
What do I do now with my heartfull wish
My memories of imagined future experiences
Who will I place my affection on
Will anyone be enough...
 
...when I see a holy ghost from the above?

holy ghost

What is a life as low as mine
When I see a holy ghost above
Who only thrives for his best creations to love
 
Who am I if I want to be it for him
Like everyone else and will fail at the brim
Or just at the try of illuminating myself
Or to meet someone so high up
 
What do I do now with my heartful wish
My memories of imagined future experiences
Who will I place my affection on
Will anyone be enough...
 
...when I see a holy ghost from the above?

holy ghost

What is a life as low as mine
When I see a holy ghost above
Who only thrives for his best creations to love
 
Who am I if I want to be it for him
Like everyone else and will fail at the brim
Or just at the try of illuminating myself
Or to meet someone so high up
 
What do I do now with my heartful wish
My memories of imagined future experiences
Who will I place my affection on
Will anyone be enough...
 
...when I see a holy ghost from the above?

Flash Fiction Competition 2019

A child

My age's issues are a ghost. In my mind, I'm a little child that scraped her knee on the rough concrete. Now I lay, bawling on the ground, blood in my wound, waiting for someone to pick me up. I'm in pain and it tortures me till I can't see a reason to stand up anymore. I'd rather roll in mud and dust forever. Too afraid of standing on my own feet. No one takes my hand to pull me up again, my arms are too long in their reality. How I wish to be a child again.

Song Writing Competition 2019

Distraction


Let them watch their movies of romance and say oh-oh
I take a glance and I want to see more-more
Till I think my private live is nothing but a bore-bore
Let them watch the scenes of ah’s-ah’s
And then find it’ll leave no scars-scars
 
But it’s all just dis-traction
It’s all just distraction (distraction, distraction)
In real life it hurts much harder-harder
So, stop your 21st century visual
Find that real feelings go further-further
When you’re not online
(it’s all just distraction)
 
Let them scroll up and down and say huh-huh
You zoom in cuz you want to see more-more
Till you think you’re messed up from the core-core
Let them see the posts of wow-wow
And then find it’ll make you insecure somehow
 
Refrain
 
Don’t get fooled
Even if that’s what you’re schooled
Not everything you see is gold
Make your eyes behold
 
Refrain

Sijo

Pink sunglasses

He has pink sunglasses on but only one eye of mine is covered.
Want to get two so I ask you to take them off for a second. Get mad!
Eventually I just got a new pair of sunglasses.
 

By heart

stuffy air
on a summer afternoon 
in another old waiting room
 
would blush 
meeting someone here
where society would never look at you as sheer
 
but for the cure
I wait
and trade flushes for pills
 
in thought
they say my name
I walk in with my everlasting aim
 
say the words
I know by heart already
 
perhaps this time
see her listen attentively 
hoping they’ll be interpreted differently
 
she takes a look
but my pain is a liar
never shows itself when on fire
 
“It looks normal”
I tell her how it feels
that it can bring me to tears
 
visual deceiver
now can’t cover the concerns
that my well-being should earn
 
say the words
I know by heart already
 
frustrated disappearance
leaving again
for my blood to be taken 
 
I know 
they’ll find nothing
though this is where she double checks besides my scuffing?

feel like...

Fantasy Writing Competition 2019

No moon, without you

She stared at the sky, as she did so often these days.
And she missed her, missed her dearly. She missed her beauty and the reassurance she gave her, missed the soft light she radiated, the peace she felt when watching her but more than anything she missed normality. You’d think two years are enough time to process an occurrence like that, after all our brain only needs three days to get used to new circumstances. Though, for her, it just wasn’t as easy as that. Even the million stars visible in the deep night sky couldn’t make her forget her loss. If not, they only worsened it.
 
She remembers exactly when the one she admires left. It was a Thursday, only 7 pm when everything went absolutely dark -and not only dark but pitch black. The chaos outside was terrific to say at least. Not only the seemingly tumbling earth frightened humans worldwide but the utter nescience of...

Food Writing Competition 2019

The magic of bread

No matter in which part of the world you are, you'll find that bread always is a part of any traditional meal out there. Even if it's often seen as nothing but a staple, in many cultures, it's much more than that. In fact, French people love their baguette so much that (weak spoiler alert!) Harry Potter isn't defeating Voldemord with a "wand" a "Zauberstab" or a "varita magica"...No, he is using his "baguette magique", no joke. But I mean, if you think about it bread really is magical. It has been feeding the world population for ages now. Funny to think about when you consider that the discovery of loaf was just a happy mistake. 

In my home country, Germany, bread is not just bread: bread is holy. In fact, it's proven that German bread is the best bread you can find worldwide. If you'd ever visit Germany you most likely will notice an enormous amount of bakeries. Those are...

Food Writing Competition 2019

The magic of bread

No matter in which part of the world you are, you'll find that bread always is a part of any traditional meal out there. Even if it's often seen as nothing but a garnish, in many cultures, it's much more than that. In fact, French people love their baguette so much that (weak spoiler alert!) Harry Potter isn't defeating Voldemord with a "wand" a "Zauberstab" or a "varita magica"...No, he is using his "baguette magique", no joke. But I mean if you think about it bread really is magical.  
It has been feeding the world population for ages now. Funny to think about when you consider that the discovery of loaf was just a happy mistake. 

In my home country, Germany, bread is not just bread: bread is holy. There are a hundred different kinds due to the diversity of grains and wheat here. Luckily so, considering its advantages that make bread to a perfect comestible. Bread is nutritious, healthy, cheap and tasty. So, like many...

Earth Day Writing Competition 2019

My life's connection to the earth's depression

In a 600-1,000 word piece of creative nonfiction, write about the threat of climate change in your lifetime, in your corner of the world
  
If the earth was a human we would consider this said person as someone who is only a step away from a serious depression. Their family is always worried about them, their friends notice their change in behaviour and they can't ever relax properly. I mean, after all, they don't look as good as they used to. Humanity hurt them -and it shows.
It shows when every summer is hotter than the one before. When spring feels like the hottest season already but in the next moment you feel like you have to grab your coat again.

Living on the cost, I believe the effect of our earth heating up, of our sea level rising, of our polluted oceans, is more prominent than in any other part of my country. Now, if you aren't a geographical genius...