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Evelyn Ann Feb 2021
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.
Evelyn Ann Feb 2020
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
Written on October 19th, 2019.
T.T.B means Tantrum Throwing Babies.
Evelyn Ann Dec 2019
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.
  Jan 2019 Evelyn Ann
WordsHelp
Do you not see your greatness-
          Your beauty, that radiates from your smile?
Do you not understand that others look at you
          and see far deeper than you can with a mirror?
I know you don't think much of yourself,
         and I know you don't believe others kindness,
But there are people who think the world of you;
          so the next time you feel the doubt, the uncertainty
          weighing you down,
Remember:
          my belief in you exceeds the stars.
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