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The most intimate thing you can ask a poet,
Is the meaning behind their poems...
Evelyn Ann Apr 11
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.
Evelyn Ann Feb 26
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.
Evelyn Ann Feb 24
I hope that someday I don’t hesitate
Even if I say the truth
Even if it all ends in tears.
Evelyn Ann Feb 23
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.
Evelyn Ann Feb 21
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.
I wrote this poem after listening to Epiphany by Jin from BTS a thousand times. Thanks to him I got a great poem. I also used a verse from the song so I give all rightful credits to Jin, BigHit, and to those whom the verse was created.
Evelyn Ann Feb 2020
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!
Date Written: January 30, 2020
Note: This poem was written for a Career Day Presentation. I do not think or possess the above feelings or thought.
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