"evert" poems
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
A huge family
Happier than ever
Nobody treated better than another
Mix of boys and girls
Not a day went by
When the house wasn't full of noise
Kids of all ages
Photo album no blank pages
Fridge was full
A smile on evert face
Not a moment dull
They all had a heart full of love
Welcomed home with a warm hug
Everyone had a talent
Two young girls with paint on a pallet
Some wanted a basketball profession
Others with a workout lesson
The kids grew older
The nights got colder
The happy start
Ended with a broken heart
A family broken into pieces
Just one mistake an everybody leaves
A precious little girl doesn't know who to believe
All she knows
Is as soon as things get bad someone is bound to leave
A little heart cracked in the middle
Who knew a it could be so brittle
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
he sang
th world thought that
but he pained
he danced
the world loved that
but danced from evert
his blood covered his
they thought that he put a rouge
he was like a bird
singing from pain
singing from evert
save the rest
or the world may be ******
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge,
maybe it is in thoose circumstances,
but when you you hope for oh so long,
hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea,
and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say
" that's so normal though! how can you hope for that?"
that's when you know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you.
when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day.
expierences everyday.
when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your.
Your hope has turned into something disgusting,
when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake ,
a true laugh just once,
that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope.
but you can only hope for so long.
and after you are done hoping what is left?
faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you?
inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful.
and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer,
you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you,
when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh,
when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ******
death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are.
stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions,
simply listen to what they say,
simply try for them.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
Every day, every day there
Is Jesus
There is Jesus with me when
I rise and
At the end of the day
When I go to sleep
Evert moment is time
To believe that the Lord
Is watching over me
I believe in His power
His mercy, His goodness
The wonder that He cares
For me
I trust in His name
With my heart and
My soul
Knowing that Jesus
Is walking beside me
Every moment I live
I believe in His love
All that He gives
To hold and to keep me
As one of His own
Every time I call on
The name of Jesus
He answers with
His wonderful power
Every day is a miracle
To believe and to know
That Jesus is always
Beside me
Watching and holding
Me in His arms
Preparing a place to be
With Him in heaven
I believe every day is
A blessing to be one
With my glorious King
Who watches over me
Every day and throughout
My life
By: Leona Chaput
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Complete and whole we are all complete and whole. We are all born with everything we evert need as we move forward in life. Learning to navigate life as we continue to add to ourself as we go along. Sometimes these things we add will only weigh us down as we try to make it through another day and there are somethings we lose along the way but ultimately we are all complete and perfect in God's eyes. He truly sees our potential and he loves to remind us of how beautiful, whole, and complete. We all really are in our own way.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
All I can do
Is think of you
Evert time you say hello
I stumble in my tracks
Do not think that I am unkind
The words I just cannot find
Your beauty is mesmerizing
Thoughts of you are paralyzing
Everyday I pray for my wishes
And wish for my prayers
For that special day
I can hold your hand
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
he sang
th world thought that
but he pained
he danced
the world loved that
but danced from evert
his blood covered his
they thought that he put a rouge
he was like a bird
singing from pain
singing from evert
save the rest
or the world may be ******
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
im sorry I couldn't keep my legs closed - im sorry that his hand up my shirt and his lips pressed against my neck drive me to lose my last bit on innocence. I'm sorry that getting high felt too ******* good, but getting low felt even better. i put that bottle to my mouth and drowned in every last single drop.
im sorry that nicotine taste so good, i didn't think I'd get addicted. i just thought he'd like me better if i started smoking. just like him. I'm sorry that my heart is black and my future matches. I'd burn these thoughts to the ground if I knew that i wouldn't love the pain. im sorry that I've stained the sheets, with my blood. but im lacking regret. I'm sorry I took a knife to the door but for a moment it was him; screaming, begging, pleading, HURTING. it was him, I ******* loved evert second of it. I'm sorry if you know me now because traces of me as the girl that I ever let a man touch me because the second I did I realized how ******* awful this world is. i don't make sense and im gonna puke.
im sorry for that too.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Every song
Is the remains
Of love
Evert light
The remains
Of time
A knot
Of time
And every sigh
The remains
Of a cry
......................
By Lorca
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC