Biography of Stephen Johanns
I live in northern Iowa with my adoptive family and biological brothers and sister. I am a Senior in high school who has seen some of the worst sides of the human condition; from drug addictions (my real parents) , to physical and phycological abuse. I have loved and lost, loved again and lost yet again. I developed a love for reading at an early age as an escape from reality, then reading poetry more recently and more recently still have decided to take a stab at poetry writing itself, drawing on past experiences for inspireation. But enough of my depressed past and run-on sentences, leta get to the poetry.
Stephen Johanns's Works:
I have one published in the Fall '08 anthology A Celebration of Poets
Stephen Johanns Poems
(your) On My Mind
Whats on your mind? Whats in your heart? I want to know, Need to know.
Ode To Pencil
Pencil, Ah, wondrous pencil, You’re always there, My faithful companion,
Anger That Consumes
Anger always simmering, Always ready to abduct the mind, A temper hot enough to smelt iron. It controls and frightens,
A Place Of Chaos
A bomb threat, That was the rumor. worried at first, But then thought,
Sonnets Are Good For Leet
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A Place Of Chaos (Ii)
People everywhere, Running, Calling, Quickly, Hurry!
I love you This simple phrase cannot possibly tell What I feel for you. Nothing can.
It is oppressing, Like looming thunderheads. It is painful, Like a blade across skin.
I sit here at my desk and write Wishing for the power of flight Trapped I feel From head to heel
Alien, Thats how I feel. Alien in my own body. With thoughts that aren't mine,
Questions (And Answers)
Why? Well, because life isn't fair. But, why me? Simple luck of the draw.
Release, My Muse, All the pain, Anger,
Roller Coaster Of Life
Abandoned confused writhing, seething, awful, painful;
The Anger That Consumes (Pt. Ii)
Its been boiling all day, but now alone. A fist slams a wall,
It is oppressing,
Like looming thunderheads.
It is painful,
Like a blade across skin.
It is overwhelming,
Like a massive tsunami.
It tears and rends,
Like an angry beast.
But it is not invincible.
It is fear.