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Taylor Evans May 2013
I wish you would
Look into my eyes
As you ******
Deep between my thighs

I wish you would kiss me
On the lips
The pair north
Of my hips

I wish you would hold me
Just for a moment or so
Before you get dressed
and say you gotta' go

I wish you cared
Or tried to love me
But I'm just your *******,
And all you do is **** me.
I'll just keep wishing my life away.
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Dear Taylor,

     Things are not the way they used to be.
Don't get me wrong I do love you
     Just not the way that you love me.

     I've never had a friend like you
     One I could tell EVERYTHING to
but you, you keep secrets
Things about you
     You say I can never know
It hurts me
     That you don't let your full self show

The first time you told me you liked me
I didn't know what to think
     Or what I should say
So I told you the truth
     That I'd never thought of us that way

I confused my feelings for you after that
     Because when my mom walked out and life got tough
You stepped up to bat
     You where always there for me
Day or night
     Whether my issue be money
or that my dad and I got in another fight
     You were there for me
And my little brothers too
And for that I sincerely thank you

I didn't know how deep your feelings for me ran
     Until I split us apart
You then told me you loved me
     And that I'd broken your heart.
It was then that I decided
That we had to be divided.

     I chose that in this world
There was a you and a me
     Because I knew that an us
could never be

I never wanted to hurt you
I love you
     I did what I did to keep our friendship together
But that wasn't possible
Because things between you and I
      Have changed forever
Taylor Evans May 2013
I usually write **** down
On the pages of a notebook
But I am in My home town
and I am drunk as ****
and its dark as hell
So I guess all is well

I can only type this
Out on my kindle fire
In hopes that someone may read it
And that my words will inspire

I don't know if this
Is going to make any sense
And honestly whether I post it
I am on the fence

I keep you a secret.
I talk about another boy
who will also.never
Be mine
Too drunk and tired to finish this. Good night. 05-05-13 3:39am
Taylor Evans Jun 2013
Brass Monkey
you fucky monkey
You have once again
Delivered me
To a place known as
The Drunken Sea

Everyone else is sleeping
well atleast in this house
Yet I sit
My body hurting
my head beginning to ache
Bed and sleep sound
Oh so nice

I'll get a glass of
With ice

I'll slip my headphones in
And once again
Pass out
in a bed
That isn't mine

I'll get around to doing this
The sun begins to shine

I have wrote down
This "poem"
That is

But now
I am bummed
Perhaps I should
Before I am beyond sad.
BRASS MONKEY = 1 forty ounce beer (preferably Micky's Malt). Drink to the top of the label, then fill with non-pulp orange juice. Then enjoy. ;)

06-06-13 @ 3:33am
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
So small, so fragile.
he's finally here.
The sweet baby boy I always knew I'd have.
He is perfect.
Ten fingers
ten toes
Two eyes
One smile
What else could a mother ask for?
he will be great as he grows
he will grow strong and tall
He will lead our nation
I have carried his soul inside of mine my whole life
His being inside mine for just over 9months
I know he will be extraordinary
holding my extraordinary boy in my arms,
He begins to wheeze;
The nurse quickly rips him from my embrace
She rushes him out of the room.
my baby boy
my warrior
Was I wrong?
is he not,
Written through my sister's eyes.  2011
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Pretend this is pokemon.
I'm Ash Kechum
You're Pikachu.

Random thought when watching old Pokemon episodes.
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Relaxing in the front yard
Peering up at the sky
Mesmerized by the sound of the leaves dancing in the breeze
Watching the clouds sashay by
The shapes they made entertained my cerebellum.
The warm summer sun bakes the smell of lilac into the air
My best friend relaxes beside me, mimicking my every move.
living in our minds
Not a single care
This was ours
Our moment
Our time
The grass was frigid and plush beneath our backs
The sweet breeze kissed our faces
This was one of my favorite places.
An assignment for my high school creative writing class. 2011
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Today is your day
April twentieth
Happy Birthday? I guess is what I say.
or anniversary?
. . . . . . .
**** it. Its all the same

Today is your day
My sweet Mary Jane.

We have been together
Since grade nine
Seems like forever ago
but forever with you sounds
perfectly fine. :)

Forever with you
my sweet Mary Jane.

When we are together
I feel no pain
All my scars begin to fade
And all my battles become history
I feel so safe in your ministry

Safe with you
My sweet Mary Jane.

You speak of peace
And love
To be one with all
No need to push and shove

One with you
My sweet Mary Jane.

I don't understand those who call you
You are as beautiful
As a goddess
Nothing like the devil.

You are my goddess
my sweet Mary Jane.
Written on 4-20 of course ;)
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Vega is so beautiful tonight
She is shining so bright

Literally like a diamond
in the sky
Never before
Has a star brought a tear to my eye.

She reminds me of you
Not only because of the nights we spent
Sleeping under her
But because
Much like you
She stuns me
With her beauty

I hope she brings the thought
of me
To your mind as well

Again not for the reasons above
But because
As immortal as she is
So is our love.

So many ways you are like her
And she like you
Both are
Incredibly intoxicating
Both are
Mildly frustrating

Frustrating for reasons neither of you can controll
you both just seem so

I can't hold Vega in my arms
And keep her beauty
For myself
I wouldn't dare bottle her
And leave her
To collect dust on my shelf

I can't contain you either
For that isn't what is best
So I share you with the rest
This world needs people
Like you

Loving, peaceful people
People who are true

Don't be sorry
I see myself as being
Privileged and blessed
To get to have given a piece of me
To you
To have a piece of me
to you.

No matter what we do
No matter where we are
We will always have
our love
our star.
Poem written as a gift to my ex.girlfriend
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Will you be
my Asian persuasion?
I don't care if you're Irish Vietnamese
be my guy?
New love interest. Wont get out of my head
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
I am so ******* happy for you
really I am
so happy I could be your starter girlfriend
So happy I could teach you how to love again
So you could find her
And tell me how perfect she is
how you've never been so happy.

I'm so ******* happy for you!

No really I am.
Go **** yourself.
Taylor Evans Jun 2013
It is always the most amazing people,
who spread happiness with ease,
that have the deepest anguish,
pain, and
no sense of self value.

It is a shame that horrible people
who do horrible things
can love themselves and/or their lives
to not end them,
but then people like you
who have so much to offer
and have improved the world already
just by going to High School everyday
and not even noticing a girl who was noticing you.

You made everyone laugh
and now you have made everyone cry.
Hopefully your suicide doesn't make anyone else want to die.

"...but it's your life your body, so you can do what you do, and if in your last breath you are the only witness. That's fine cause it's your last breath and that's Jo one else's buissness, but the pain you leave behind. Well that's.not something you've got to live with."   -Scroobius Pip
Old friend from high school recently killed himself
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
On the outside
I don't give a ****
But I'd be lying if I said that was it
because there is a little girl
Inside of me

Just a little girl
Who longs be
by society

Begging to be welcomed
To the world she lives in
A little girl who just wishes that
One day
She will win

Win the heart of a boy
Who will love her so
or even a girl
To her gender doesn't matter
as long as they hold her and
Let her go

That little girl
Is so very nieve
I know this because
she continues to believe
That she can do anything
if she wants to bad enough

I've tried
To let her down easy
I have told her that
The world
Can be tough


She continues
To dream

And she continues
to ignore
the grand scheam
Written in march 2012
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
They tell us hundreds of "don't"s
But few "Do"s
They tell us all
They tell me
They tell you
"Do as I say, not as I do."

When it comes to their actions
That's where they fall short
They don't comply
So tell me
Why should I?

Don't smoke
Whether it be tobacco or herb
Do they fallow the siermen they preach?
No. That would simply be absurd

Don't drink alcohol
Steer clear of the *****
You will never gain a thing from drinking
you will only loose
Especially if you drink and drive
if you're lucky enough to survive

It is great advice
For if you drink and drive
You could end up paying the ultimate price
But who gets more DUIs?
Is it the "all knowing responble adults"?
who are "mature" enough to drink
Or is it us "reckless irresponsible teens"?
Take a guess. Which do you think?

"I'm the adult, I know what I'm doing."
Do they? Do they really?
Should there be this double standard?

If you ask me, that's a question with an answer worth pursuing.
Piece written in 2010 as a high school assignment.
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Buried alive.
Left here to wilt
unable to thrive

this grave isn't shallow
And neither am I
Perhaps that's the reason they didn't wait
for me to die

I have no use for your status on the social scale
What matters to me is
Just a bit
More frail

I couldn't care less what sports you play
What gen iphone you have
or what expensive gift you got on your last birthday

I value the parts one can't see
nor rate
The deeper parts
you wouldn't dare to share on a first date

Things like your past
The places that have scared you
the people who have left their scar
The emotions that make you human
The experiences that make you who you are
Not sure if it feels finished. Should I add to it or is it just right??
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
I am from band-aids
    From scraped knees and Neosporin.
I am from the gravel
    That seperated my feet from the hard ground.
    (Covered with the color of gray,
    But felt red hot under the sun's rays)
I am from the backyard,
    From the lilac bush,
    Whose roots are still buried deep
    in the earth.

I am from the Hundred Acre Woods,
    From Pooh Bear and Christopher Robin.
I am from knock-knock jokes,
    And non-stop giggles,
    From water colors, markers, and cayons.
I am from Cherios
    With sugar,
    And early fall mornings.

I am from my grandmother's embrace,
    With watered down coffee
    And the Sunday newspaper.
I am from my mother's eyes,
    Who's deep brown pigment matches mine.

At 6512 Orbit Way, you will find a house,
a home. A capsule of memories,
Laughs and giggles,
moments of peace and heated debates.
I am from that capsule.
Where I'm from is woven into
every thread and fiber that is me.
Written in 2009 as a high school freshman assignment. Using the structure of the well know "where I'm from" peom. Who by? I cant remember. Sorry
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
Will we always be this way?
Will we forever pretend and play?

This isn't real
We are just acting out what we feel.

You're not my boy
And I'm not your girl.
but still our love continues to unfurl.

Will we always be this way?
Together at night
Alone by day.

Well. . . I'm alone
you're at home
living your life
Playing with your baby girl
And asking her mother
to be your wife.

I'm alone
until the sun sets
In the sinful darkness we make our bets.

I bet I can make you beg.
you promise to make me scream.
Working against eachother
But still as a team.

We have the same conclusion in mind
New triggers to ecstasy
we seek to find

You pull may hair
I bite your neck
You grab my ***
Why can't this last

Will we always be this way?
Spending the night together
but at dawn forced to say

You have to rush home before you're found missing.
If your girlfriend finds out. . .
Just tell her it was my mouth you were kissing
Revised and I think it went well
Taylor Evans Apr 2013
You said that you loved me
When we were sitting on the swings
We were in the 4th grade
it meant so much to me
I gave you my first kiss
I'm sure it was yours too

It was 5th grade when you met her
That's when I became just a friend

Now I say to myself
If only I could make a single wish
I would take it all back
There would be no kiss
No bliss

The talks that we had
Thinking of them makes me so sad
The times that me shared
Never for a second
was I scared
You made me feel so safe

Now I say to myself
If only I could make a single wish
I would take it all back
There would be no talks
And no times to remember

The looks that you gave me
Don't mean a thing now
Its hard to see you two together
When I see you with her

I say to myself
If only i could make a single wish
I would take it all back
While moving to my new apartment I found a book of OLD poems.
this one is a song dated 5-28-05

Hahahaha I was so heart broken. . . In fifth grade.
Oh to be 11 again

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