Poetry

Words do not make sense like they used to,

They no longer rhyme as they flow from my fingers,

The meter is off and bland,

And sometimes a sentence lingers.

I think my poetry started breaking when my mind did,

How can writing be rational when the brain is not?

I write erratically and dangerously,

And I'm no longer sure when to stop.

*Evyn

Pain

Someone once asked me

Why my poetry wasn't what it used to be

And I said it was because my style had changed

But what I meant was

I have changed

And no longer know how to rhyme

And pain is no longer beautiful

It is just pain.

*Evyn

If You Fall In Love

Please don't worry, darling,

For if you fall in love,

I'll be right here waiting,

To show you you're enough.

Even if he leaves you,

And you cannot make a sound,

I will always be here,

I will always be around.

Maybe if I catch you,

Then you will finally see,

Someone will always love you,

And that someone is me.

*Evyn

Memories

I like to remember, I like to pretend,

I like to forget that we had to end.

I like to smile when I think about you,

I like to imagine you think of me too.

I like to wonder if you perhaps remember,

The time we spoke last, in early December.

If you could picture the look in my eyes,

When you told me I must say "goodbye".

I like to imagine you hurt as I did,

But my pain, like my heart, is forever hid.

I force my eyes from the letters you penned,

Before my gaze falls on the word "friend".

My brain is now full of fantasies fed,

And I flinch to remember,

It's all in my head.

*Evyn

Away is a Dream

Here is a boy
Who knows he's insane
Who falls to feel wind in his face
Here is a girl
Who dances in rain
Who never can stay in one place

Here is a boy
Who was stuck in one town
Who wished on a shooting star
Here is a girl
Who had walking feet
But couldn't walk that far

*Evyn

Ink

Touch my heart

Fingers dipped in ink

Universes bend

Withdraw your hand

Eternity stains your skin

*Evyn

The Way He Says My Name

Part 1
The way he says my name,
A rope he clings to when he is hanging over a fire.
The way he says my name,
A lifeboat in a storm when there is no shore in sight.
The way he says my name,
A light in the midst of the darkest night he's lived.

Part 2
The way he says my name,
A goodbye.



*Evyn

On the sixth day of February...

On the sixth day of February my blogger gave to me:
One quote...

Two story prompts...

Twelve tips...

One quote to inspire fearlessness...

And one send-off...

May your pens stay sharp!

~Evyn