Johana Britt
Bio
Writing is not my thing, but there is so much on my mind. I daydream a lot. This seems to be the best way of letting my daydreams come real.
Stories (2/0)
Happiness
Happiness Good morning, Good afternoon and Sweet dreams as you listen to happy feedback that I want to let you read.The joy of happiness! What does it mean? To everyone it's anyway a necessary,but for what your pleasure or for the people. Happiness of course is meant to be shared. And when you care happiness appears out of nowhere. So I say let's share this joy. Give as much as you can again and again and again. The crazy part is everyday you will wake up ready to live again. You eye's will send joy though people lives. Face what you sow whether it be good or bad. Whatever you do, you have to fight not to get mad. So stay joyful and Free. Kiss these people you know and care for with Glee. Cause we all fight to be stress free. Now don't forget to be happy everyone please! Show joy whether you like it or not. This will help your heart and slow down your time clock. Wisdom is what you will start to see. Because the trials you go through won't hurt as much, because you fight to be happy.Trust me. Now, go test my theory, even though its been repeated and definite by people messages before me, pick my poem to see if it works for you, because it worked for me. Happiness is what we fight for so lets do it right. As you go through your day let someone know everything is going to be otay! I mean okay! Lol Stay Happy people! You need it. Happiness was put out you and me.
By Johana Britt3 years ago in Poets
Just me
It's dark outside, but the moon shine so bright with Stars glycelene behind the Moon I lay in my bed and listen to the tunes. Relaxed chilling in my silky skin I don't wear no clothes to bed. I deal with it all day long at the end of the night I just want to be free and let everything go. long has my body melt in these silk satin sheets. My batik body all wrapped up sometimes my body is ready to release. So easily weakened and in love with the silk of the sheets. It takes my mind there and makes me feel like it's hands rubbing all over me. I long for the touch and tremble for the thought of being slowly rubbed down from my head to my feet. Look for nothing else but a restless night. It's been so long since the last time I rode over it was able to tell someone goodnight. For now I just go to sleep to the sounds of the vibrating motion of what a real touch might feel like. I make names so that I can scream them out when it feels right. I bet the neighbors wonder what they look like. Making noises so loud, I know my neighbors wish that they could just catch this person that makes me climax. But really there is no one here. Nobody But Me and these silk satin sheets
By Johana Britt3 years ago in Poets
