evelyn-ann - Hello Poetry

Its is long overdue We have already wasted enough time We have carried this weight, these baggage and so much emotional turmoil, for too long, it blinds us and hinders us Making us uncomfortable, unacceptable, unable to grow, unable to see what needs to be removed from our lives and unable to overcome obstacles But I am too afraid.... No, we are afraid to remove such a blindfold and such a hindrance It seem almost impossible Because these are things that I.... No, these are the things we treasurer the most.

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Apr 11, 2021

Apr 11, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC

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Its is long overdue We have already wasted enough time We have carried this weight, these baggage and so much emotional turmoil, for too long, it blinds us and hinders us Making us uncomfortable, unacceptable, unable to grow, unable to see what needs to be removed from our lives and unable to overcome obstacles But I am too afraid.... No, we are afraid to remove such a blindfold and such a hindrance It seem almost impossible Because these are things that I.... No, these are the things we treasurer the most.

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Yes, I have been through hard times. I have struggled to find myself. To find who I really am. Was it just I alone or is there someone else out there, who had a hard time finding who you are? Who we are. We may have some time in life struggle to find peace, understanding, and contentment. Sleepless nights and ghosted days to answer the question, Am I living someone’s Shadow? What is life really about? I believe that one way or another that we bought, things, with hopes to make us happy. And just like trying to reload the chrome page without the Internet, it failed to connect. It failed to give us an answer to this empty feeling.

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC

To Each His Own: It failed to connect

Yes, I have been through hard times. I have struggled to find myself. To find who I really am. Was it just I alone or is there someone else out there, who had a hard time finding who you are? Who we are. We may have some time in life struggle to find peace, understanding, and contentment. Sleepless nights and ghosted days to answer the question, Am I living someone’s Shadow? What is life really about? I believe that one way or another that we bought, things, with hopes to make us happy. And just like trying to reload the chrome page without the Internet, it failed to connect. It failed to give us an answer to this empty feeling.

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I hope that someday I don’t hesitate Even if I say the truth Even if it all ends in tears.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC

Thoughts

I hope that someday I don’t hesitate Even if I say the truth Even if it all ends in tears.

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Every day we face challenges or triumphs. Like a game, we move on to the next level. Retry the same level until we finally pass. Living Day to Day or Day by Day, we each overcome obstacles in our own way and experience life in a different way. Every decision I make, every decision you make, every decision we make will take us down different roads. We are human beings, we will never come to the same crossroad. We each have an equal right to make mistakes. Let us acknowledge that we, we are perfect.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC

To Each His Own: We are not perfect

Every day we face challenges or triumphs. Like a game, we move on to the next level. Retry the same level until we finally pass. Living Day to Day or Day by Day, we each overcome obstacles in our own way and experience life in a different way. Every decision I make, every decision you make, every decision we make will take us down different roads. We are human beings, we will never come to the same crossroad. We each have an equal right to make mistakes. Let us acknowledge that we, we are perfect.

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Like Mono to Stereo that's how paths change. And like the Ocean; sometimes calm, sometimes weak, in the blink of an eye, a tempest. That's how Love is. I cry. You smile. We each taste Love in different ways. It is true that I only lived for you. I only thirsted for your love. In doing so, you got the best of me. And I lost myself. I forgot that I too, needed love. I forgot how beautiful I am. I forgot me. It’s so strange that you can love someone and lose yourself at the same time. Loose your singularity It’s so strange that we will change and adjust, for that someone. For love? But as I did I couldn't bear it anymore, I was becoming me. Loving you I lacked everthing. Loving me I lacked nothing. Loving me, might be harder than loving someone else. However, I’m the one I should love in this world Me, who shines, my precious soul Now I finally realize, so I love me Though I may lack some things, I’m so beautiful.

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC

Epiphany

Like Mono to Stereo that's how paths change. And like the Ocean; sometimes calm, sometimes weak, in the blink of an eye, a tempest. That's how Love is. I cry. You smile. We each taste Love in different ways. It is true that I only lived for you. I only thirsted for your love. In doing so, you got the best of me. And I lost myself. I forgot that I too, needed love. I forgot how beautiful I am. I forgot me. It’s so strange that you can love someone and lose yourself at the same time. Loose your singularity It’s so strange that we will change and adjust, for that someone. For love? But as I did I couldn't bear it anymore, I was becoming me. Loving you I lacked everthing. Loving me I lacked nothing. Loving me, might be harder than loving someone else. However, I’m the one I should love in this world Me, who shines, my precious soul Now I finally realize, so I love me Though I may lack some things, I’m so beautiful.

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My wildest fantasy is to cut my tongue out Just to feel the pleasure that pain gives And watch as my blood pour out of my mouth As it runs down my neck and slips onto my tank-top to paint a perfect portrait On regular days I wished To lose a leg or two Maybe break a few bones, throw in some toes Just to see how I would look Other days I wanted to go MIA Leaving only bloodstains on my silk sheets With an ax and suicide note, of course, to throw the Cops off Just to write about it in my dairy On sad days I wished I was robbed Or attacked by a good looking stranger Hit by a car, cow or something Just to be notice It's usually fun to have conversations with dead bodies They listen well It's even more fun turning them into antique furniture Especially the teeth it gives zing to the ring People say I’m crazy Do you think I’m crazy? Hehe… No, I’m not I’m a Sociopath there’s a difference!

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC

Sorry I Can’t Help It, I’m A Sociopath

My wildest fantasy is to cut my tongue out Just to feel the pleasure that pain gives And watch as my blood pour out of my mouth As it runs down my neck and slips onto my tank-top to paint a perfect portrait On regular days I wished To lose a leg or two Maybe break a few bones, throw in some toes Just to see how I would look Other days I wanted to go MIA Leaving only bloodstains on my silk sheets With an ax and suicide note, of course, to throw the Cops off Just to write about it in my dairy On sad days I wished I was robbed Or attacked by a good looking stranger Hit by a car, cow or something Just to be notice It's usually fun to have conversations with dead bodies They listen well It's even more fun turning them into antique furniture Especially the teeth it gives zing to the ring People say I’m crazy Do you think I’m crazy? Hehe… No, I’m not I’m a Sociopath there’s a difference!

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I was standing there alone when I realized, summer has come to an end I realized that my exhausted days which have been graced by half-naked bodies are long gone I realized that there’s no need to be uncomfortable, no need to cringe Summer has come to an end I realized that the earth has turned a new leaf I realized that the burning beauty of summer has faded I realized that this yellow greenery, so unreal, will no longer be here Summer has come to an end I realized that I will no longer hear the sweet melody of the ice-cream trucks that steals the hearts of children like a first kiss. I realized that summer has left me with a sad melody, Titled ‘Goodbye Ice-Cream Truck’ by Screaming Children featuring T.T.B* Summer has come to an end I realized that radio man will no longer pester me to stay hydrated I realized that there will be no more news of sudden forest fires I realized that there will be no more late-night hot flashes Summer has come to an end I realized that my days are becoming nights and my nights becoming days, a change that signifies, another season has come to an end I realized that the sea breeze has changed, that I too have changed, I too have come to an end I realized that I’ll have to say goodbye I realized that in my sleep I’ll have to dream of you as if nothing happened, no matter when I realized that I’ll have to say Goodbye Summer has come to an end I have to say Goodbye Goodbye Summer Until we meet again Goodbye

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Feb 2, 2020

Feb 2, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC

Good Bye Summer/Summer Has Come To An End

I was standing there alone when I realized, summer has come to an end I realized that my exhausted days which have been graced by half-naked bodies are long gone I realized that there’s no need to be uncomfortable, no need to cringe Summer has come to an end I realized that the earth has turned a new leaf I realized that the burning beauty of summer has faded I realized that this yellow greenery, so unreal, will no longer be here Summer has come to an end I realized that I will no longer hear the sweet melody of the ice-cream trucks that steals the hearts of children like a first kiss. I realized that summer has left me with a sad melody, Titled ‘Goodbye Ice-Cream Truck’ by Screaming Children featuring T.T.B* Summer has come to an end I realized that radio man will no longer pester me to stay hydrated I realized that there will be no more news of sudden forest fires I realized that there will be no more late-night hot flashes Summer has come to an end I realized that my days are becoming nights and my nights becoming days, a change that signifies, another season has come to an end I realized that the sea breeze has changed, that I too have changed, I too have come to an end I realized that I’ll have to say goodbye I realized that in my sleep I’ll have to dream of you as if nothing happened, no matter when I realized that I’ll have to say Goodbye Summer has come to an end I have to say Goodbye Goodbye Summer Until we meet again Goodbye

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Descent Busan Jimin Meaningful given Through Cultural influences He had a dream but It was changed His beginning contemporary You can have your way Call him an Idol I call him Singularity in Busan Possessed within him Invaluable treasure Pottery, paintings, and literature Pieced together to form his ancestry lines Born September 3 Descent Berbice Evelyn Meaningful given Through Cultural influences I had a dream but It was changed My beginnings poetry You can have your way Call me an outcast I call me Serendipity in Berbice Possessed within me Invaluable treasure Crafts, poetry, drum, paintings, and literature. Pieced together to form my ancestry lines Not different I guest But they still Jude They still point fingers The thing is we don't care anymore We have become proud of who we are And they can't stop us loving ourselves They can't stop me loving myself.

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Dec 6, 2019

Dec 6, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC

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Descent Busan Jimin Meaningful given Through Cultural influences He had a dream but It was changed His beginning contemporary You can have your way Call him an Idol I call him Singularity in Busan Possessed within him Invaluable treasure Pottery, paintings, and literature Pieced together to form his ancestry lines Born September 3 Descent Berbice Evelyn Meaningful given Through Cultural influences I had a dream but It was changed My beginnings poetry You can have your way Call me an outcast I call me Serendipity in Berbice Possessed within me Invaluable treasure Crafts, poetry, drum, paintings, and literature. Pieced together to form my ancestry lines Not different I guest But they still Jude They still point fingers The thing is we don't care anymore We have become proud of who we are And they can't stop us loving ourselves They can't stop me loving myself.

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Formed out of anger and pain You are my Sinful Blessing You grew inside of me and made us a collection of recurring nightmares You are my Sinful Blessing You are my Blood, Sweat, and Tears Both my Hate and my faith You are my Sinful Blessing Deeper and Deeper my Wounds get And slowly the truth was no longer untold I'm sorry I'm Sorry But how long do I have to wait? How many sleepless nights do I have to spend? The truth untold is no longer mask Drink up Will I see you tomorrow? Will I miss you?

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC

Sinful Blessing

Formed out of anger and pain You are my Sinful Blessing You grew inside of me and made us a collection of recurring nightmares You are my Sinful Blessing You are my Blood, Sweat, and Tears Both my Hate and my faith You are my Sinful Blessing Deeper and Deeper my Wounds get And slowly the truth was no longer untold I'm sorry I'm Sorry But how long do I have to wait? How many sleepless nights do I have to spend? The truth untold is no longer mask Drink up Will I see you tomorrow? Will I miss you?

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