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Evelyn Ann Feb 5
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 2
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.
Dec 2019 · 71
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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.
Nov 2018 · 320
Sinful Blessing
Evelyn Ann Nov 2018
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?
Nov 2018 · 1.7k
Winter Falls
Evelyn Ann Nov 2018
I have always hated falls
For it was the seasons where
All hell broke loose

The season where my cold winter nights began

Fall begins

Don't open your eyes
Don't move a muscle
Just pretend to be asleep

Your cold heart
Your frozen words

My father, my first lover
A sweet little secret to keep

What did I do wrong?
A Sweet little girl
A sweet little secret to keep

Mid falls begin

Don't worry about the pain inside

Forget about blood on the sheets
I'll get them washed

Don't worry about the blood on my legs
I'll take a shower

What did I do wrong?
A Sweet little girl
A sweet little secret to keep

My body tender and weak.
Closer to death it must be.

I looked into my broken reflection
For the last time

What did I do wrong?
A Sweet little girl
A sweet little secret to keep

Tears flow
The floor, Cracked

An old friend
Still wearing your mask
But have no scars to hide.

Fall Ends

A new season begins.
This did not happen. I was give a task and that's what I came up with.
Oct 2018 · 1.1k
CHRISTIAN FIRE
Evelyn Ann Oct 2018
These Christians started a fire
They threw gasoline on it

I tried stomping on this fire
I tried throwing water on it

But nothing seems to out it
Is what kind of fire is this

What fire is this
What fire when I throw water on it
It can't out
Eh eh is what kind of fire is this

The eternal fire
The God sent fire, the christian fire they say

Eh eh is what kind of fire is that

This is the fire that burns in every Christian

The fire that replenish us
But you just have to ignite it

Eh eh what kind of fire is this

This ain't no black smoke bringing fire
But pure burning fire

This fire ain't gon' **** you
But it will revive you
You just have to access it

Eh eh this fire nice

I want this fire
I don't want to get burnt anymore
I ain't want no fire that will burn me
But the fire that will heal me
I sick of taking in black smoke

I want this Christian fire
I need this Christian fire
I desire this Christian fire
I got to get me some Christian fire

I done with the black smoke thing.
I did this poem in coloberation with the Guyana Fire Service for fire prevention week in Guyana. It's was dramatically done.
Jul 2018 · 258
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Evelyn Ann Jul 2018
I find it hard to believe,
I'm stuck in this situation
At first it was love?

Marriage something I thought I knew;
Yet I find it hard to believe,
I'm stuck in this situation,

Its hard for me
Having to raise a child all on my own;
It's like teenage pregnancy!
Is there an instruction book for being a single parent !
Hand it to me !

It hurts;
Not only me but her,

So  you think it's easy;
For me for us!
No it's not.

Is there an instruction book for being a single parent?
Hand it to me!
Jul 2018 · 361
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Evelyn Ann Jul 2018
I see you around sometimes;
More than often not,

But they say you're formed,
By the utter action of my,
Imagination; as a faculty;
A notion;
A conception;

They say I'm sick,
They say you're not real!

How can that be?
When I see you!
I feel you!
I hear you!
And you comfort me.

They say for me to get better:
I need to let you go;

What should I do?
Tell me what to do!

They made me take pills!

Now I see you sometimes;
Not often as I use too,
I feel like you're fading away;
Were they telling the truth?

Now I see you sometimes;
Not like I use too,

Are you leaving me?
Is this the end of us?

You say meet someone good;

What do you mean?
Are you leaving?
Is this good bye?

We're splitting up like this!
Why are you leaving like this?

I guest you'll be leaving first;
I guest it was all a lie;

I guest our love was all a lie;
I guest this is good bye;

I'll forget you,
I'll earse you,
My love,
Nae Eoduun Salang.
Inspired by "A Lie" by 'B1A4'
Jul 2018 · 334
Why I Cry?
Evelyn Ann Jul 2018
She asked, "Why I cried?"

I just looked up at her and smiled.

She asked, "Why I cried?" a second time.

Still looking up at her I continued to smile.

She sat down beside me as I fixed my eyes upon the blue sea.

"The clouds looks quite grey today." she said to me

Yes indeed it is,  I think it's going to rain today.

"Let's get going before it does." she said.

I hope it does.

"Why?"she asked.

So I can sit here and cry.

"Why"

It's better to cry in the rain.

No-one will know the difference from my tears to that of the rain.

"But why do you cry?"

The tears I cry are tears of joy, pain, sorrow, hate, love and fear.

Every tear drop is a part of me as I am apart of it.

With every drop of tear filter's me as I filter it.

I cry because tears are words the heart can't say.

I cry because my tears are words that my heart can't say.

— The End —