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Frank Johnson
Member since May 31, 2026
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The end.
Alone in my room, a dark figure emerges from behind the veil of my consciousness.
My heart begins to race, as the room disappears.
He grips me with terror I cannot move, a state of suspended animation like being locked inside a living tomb.
The walls are breathing and the Earth is a living being establishing communication once again.
Telling me things I cannot bear, pushing my sanity to the outer edges, Are we really alive? were we ever even hear?
The dark one then carries me away weather in the body or not I could never say .
Moving through time and space stationery , as we go , The cosmos seem to bend and twist around us in a transdimensional fold
Left on my bed, shaking with panic than, sick for days. The message was clear, He said, seek not the things of this world, for the end, is on its way.
Frank Johnson’s timeline
- June 2026
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15 MonPosted a poem
The end.
"Alone in my room, a dark figure emerges from behind the veil of my consciousness." -
15 MonHighest posting month
June 2026 — 13 poems
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14 SunPosted a poem
The enemy of man.
"The enemy of man is within ruthless ambition and selfish desire, clawing their way to the surface, let the killing begin." -
10 WedReceived a critique
on Many sins. from @Geezer
"that the situation didn't go off like it was planned. That the "sinners" would be forgiven for their transgressions, when they had confessed and repudiated their behavior? Guilt trip? Did it get out of hand? Interesting…" -
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08 MonPosted a poem
The Lost
"Why did you take that, which was not yours? Why did you lie to me and tell me you loved me and leave me hungry and alone waiting up at night for you to return home." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The way of man from @Trouble
"Hey frank I sincerely hope this poem isn't factual what a journey too live for a child A Good hard hitting piece of writing" -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The way of man from @Trouble
"Hey frank I sincerely hope this poem isn't factual what a journey too live for a child A Good hard hitting piece of writing" -
07 SunReceived a critique
on One day. from @patrickgadoury
"There’s some basic spacing and punctuation stuff here, but honestly, that mostly tells me this hasn’t been sanded down by AI or even a grammar check. Believe it or not, that’s kind of how a real rough draft should look…" -
07 SunPosted a poem
One day.
"Little kids playing in the yard together with hearts full of dreams and big ideas." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The common knowledge. from @patrickgadoury
"This has real anger in it, and I respect that. It doesn’t feel like fake outrage, it feels lived. The line that hit me most was “this is what I’ve lived.” I almost wanted one specific moment from that life, just one, be…" -
07 SunPosted a poem
The common knowledge.
"The common knowledge has been bought and sold. None of us know anything we just believe whatever we've been told ." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on Murder capital. from @Geezer
"the right amount of rhyme; I got the rhythm of this one right away. You know this would make a great rap-video? Of course you need a bit more of length for that, but I got the message right away. Good language, simple t…" -
06 SatPosted a poem
Murder capital.
"Little kids roaming the streets of south saint, Louis, barefoot and shirtless unsupervised and unwanted, and every predator in the neighborhood knew it." -
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05 FriPosted a poem
Anonymous.
"So many lonely people walking around empty and void in their search for Purpose." -
04 ThuPosted a poem
The way of man
"Cold and desperate hungry and alone.The heat is off and no one's home.There's no food in the cupboard , no socks or shoes for my feet , but there's guns and drugs and homeless sexual deviant predators , trolling my street. " -
04 ThuNew follower
@patrickgadoury
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03 WedPosted a poem
P.T.S.D/ The harbinger.
"A sinking feeling Crushing cold A darkness envelops, you like an unseen hand that grips your throat and won't let you go." -
02 TuePosted a poem
No one's home.
"Another night, temperatures drop into the negative. Working people sleeping in their cars, while politicians tell us it's not as bad as they say it is." -
01 MonPosted a poem
The dogs of war
"The bombs fall with the dawning of the morning light , shattering the hope of a new day , beneath pitch black clouds of soot and death " - May 2026
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31 SunFirst publication
Idolatry machines
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31 SunJoined Neopoet
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First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
About me
My name is Frank Johnson, I'm an artist. A painter poet and singer-songwriter. a lot of my work is a cautionary tale. A natural storyteller, I write from my own experience or experiences of others who have touched my life and as unbelievable as some of it may sound on the surface, It all comes from a real place in time. My inspiration is usually derived from the tragedy and beauty that is life, things that are common to man. The truth.
Location: USA
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