jessica-evans
Hi everyone, I've never really let anyone read my stuff, so I figured what better audience than strangers! Please give me constructive criticism, tell me what you like and what you hated. I have really thick skin so don't worry about hurting my feelings I'd rather know before I let people irl read them :)
I’m sharing cookies with the monster under my bed
And feeding candy to the one inside my head
Not letting go of the words that I have said
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Tangling my fingers in the curls that rest on the back of your neck
But they’re not your curls
No these are blonde or sometimes green or pink
But when I close my eyes
I can pretend they’re darker than the night sky
Through him I felt something
But it wasn’t enough
His touch was needed and addicting
But it wasn't yours
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
I don't want to lose control like you do
I can't understand how anyone can drink so much
They lose their thoughts
Their compassion.
You cut with your tongue and don't even remember.
Then you tell me to let go more often
Have a few drinks.
Yet you're the poster child for why I never drink.
I see my mom hooded eyed and slurring
Falling off a bar stool.
I hear your voice telling me horrible things.
I see the spark gone from his eyes because there's too much
Alcohol in his system for it to live.
I can't lose control like that.
I don't want to.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I sometimes wonder what you told her
And what she told you
All those things I said in passing
I assumed were said in confidence
The secrets that bled from your lips to hers
I've thought about your little talks
And whether you were really "just friends"
'Cause it seems more like you were spies
Plotting against me
Discovering my weaknesses
What would hurt me
What would **** me
I wonder if you knew
How much it hurt
When you'd disappear
And I'd find you were with her
I never claimed to be the jealous type
But somehow you brought out
The worst in me.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I miss the stars
The way they used
To shine over my house.
I could lay out there for hours
Making up constellations
wishing for better days.
But alas
my wishes came true
in a city without stars,
And I'm making up constellations
From the freckles on your skin.
The hours are now spent
lying with you
Under a dark sky.
Yes I still miss the stars
But there's beauty in
Orlando Lights
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
If I believed in signs
I'd say they all point
Directly to you
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
My generation is the technology generation
We are connected 100% of the time
My generation is the "selfie" generation
A generation of self love and positivity
My generation believes you can love someone
Even if they're thousands of miles away
My generation is the download generation
Music from every era is at our fingertips
They'll tell you all this is bad
They'll say we're a generation ruled by technology
And we are, but that's not a bad thing
My generation is the one being killed in the street
For the color of their skin
My generation is the one yelling "hands up don't shoot"
And reminding people Black Lives Matter
My generation checks social media
And hears about news before CNN or Fox
My generation uses pictures and videos
To dispute the lies we're being fed
My generation has the power to change the world
They'll say technology is ruining my generation,
It's not.
It's ruining theirs.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
As a writer each face I see in passing
Each businessman hunched over his computer
Each little girl in a pretty dress
Each hurried parent running fingers though tangled hair
Becomes a character in my head
A story to be created and molded
Green eyes become fields
While blue eyes become oceans
Each feature is a description in a story
That I may one day write
Don’t ever think for a second you are safe
Don’t think that I only use stranger’s faces
Each person I meet is a character on a page
Three dimensional until I find a pen
Your skin was the color of mocha
Hers the color of milk
Her eyes were geysers of blue and green
Yours were the Earth from which flowers grow
We were an 80’s love story
That could never last
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
I woke up at 4
with a need to feel your skin
beneath my fingers
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
I miss the way you play with my hair
Even though you know I hate it
I miss the way when I lean on you
You kiss the top of my head
I miss the way you act so strong
But I know exactly when you need to cry
I miss the way you tell me
I'm your favorite daughter
Though I'm your only one
I miss the way you'd fall asleep on the couch
And be impossible to wake up
I miss the way you'd come home late
And blame me for still being up
I miss the way you tell me you love me
And the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh
I miss your horrible sense of humor
And your amazing hugs
I hate being so far away
If I could live with you forever
I would.
But being a grown up is important
You taught me that.
Because underneath the partying and silliness
You are a responsible adult
And an even more amazing mom
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC