Lee St. Evans

Joined January 2018

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An Ocean Incomplete. Content Warning.
Breathe Inhale Exhale Inhale again Keep breathing until you can’t anymore And even then When your body lays on the floor
By Lee St. Evansabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghost of Your Past
There’s a secret in the shadows There’s writing on the walls Words etched in blood Tapestries shredded by the claws of a beast
By Lee St. Evans2 years ago in Poets
Dancing with Death. Content Warning.
I did not live until death held me close Loved me like a nightingale Leaving me with longing And the taste of his misery
By Lee St. Evans2 years ago in Poets
The Holidays are Hard. Content Warning.
The Holidays are hard for me “It’s the most wonderful time of the year” Except for when it’s not The holidays are here and all I can think
By Lee St. Evans2 years ago in Poets
Death in a Library
Chaos, pandemonium, police officers everywhere, FBI negotiators, news crews, all outside trying to get eyes inside the library the bank robber had barricaded himself in after a heist gone terribly wrong.
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Your Obedient Angel
Dear, My Dear, I love you as no other Though now Like a newborn lamb waiting for the slaughter I wait for my time to come
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
Tax Season
I never asked my mother to give birth, So why, now, am I stuck here on earth? Rent, food, taxes, bills aren’t funny; Being alive costs too much money,
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
Warded
Time is a nutcase Watching from the windowsills Longing to be freed
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
Moonlit
Place me within walls And tell me who I am to be What I am to say Tell me how to talk to the moon Without the stars hearing and sharing my secrets
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
It Still Doesn’t Make Sense
When I was a child, The world made no sense to me. I touch my gray hair
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
The Element of Moving On
We live in a time Where in the eye of the storm We see naught but fire I hold on to hope If I can be like the lake I can be at peace
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
What it Takes to Be a Hero
An open letter to my heroes, My heroes, you are the ones who struggle every morning to drag yourselves out of bed; but in the end get up and seize the day. You know what it’s like to wish things were different. To wish that maybe one morning you won’t wake up, or you’ll wake up and your life will be drastically different, in a better way. Dreams that never seem to come true haunt you. The “gifted children” who grew into placeless adults. You don’t know what you’re doing, not yet at least; but you keep going anyways. You are valid, worthwhile, and loved.
By Lee St. Evans4 years ago in Motivation