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3:10 am
The benadryl has long since worn off
No sleep, again...
Weird stuff happens to me in the early morning
I see things
Things I shouldn't
Like your face
3:14 am
I need nicotine
3:20 am
Cigarettes don't help..
Because no matter how much smoke I blow in your face
You find just enough breath
To choke me
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I feel you laughing with some other girl
And it makes me feel pushed out
I saw her picture
Hanging on the back of your door
Now I understand why you forgot me
She's prettier
She's skinnier
She's better
Who was I to think
That a crow like me could find love with a dove like you?
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I sit inside this jar
Watching through the glass
As life proceeds without me
I sit inside this jar
Waiting for nothing
My ambitions aimless
I sit inside this jar
Wasting...
Decaying...
Deteriorating...
Soon
I will be nothing
But dust
At the bottom
Of this jar
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January 5th, 2014
The first time Tennessee's seen snow since..
Hell, I can't even remember
When I noticed the crystalline powder cocooning my car
I went into the front yard
And felt the crunching of dead grass under my shoes
I scooped up a handful of snow
And placed it on my tongue
I let it melt
And run down my throat slowly
I lay down
And let snowflakes collect in my hair
And let my hands go numb
And let my heartbeat slow
I understood what it was whispering to me
"I come very rarely
So let yourself mold
Into my icy embrace"
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You have the face of an angel
But your heart is cold
And there's glass in your mouth
The day I gave you my heart
You wrapped it in what I thought was lace
But soon realized it was a chain
You left me with nothing
Not a heart
Nor a mind
But why
Do I want you to complete me?
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My stem droops
My petals are awkward
My leaves are brown and wilted
But the other flowers
Their stems are straight
Their petals are perfect
And their leaves are bright and green
The sun shakes his head at me
"A crow amongst doves"
He says
I want to be beautiful
But all I'll ever be
Is an outcast
A pariah
Imperfect
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These are the kinds of nights
Where you're tired of feeling
You're tired of fighting
You're barely staying alive
You want to swallow a few pills
Maybe drink a beer or two
Pull out your stash of weed
Anything
You'll do anything to send your mind elsewhere
But you realize that being under the influence isn't enough
You've smoked so many joints
Gone through bottles and bottles of medicine
Used every wine glass in your cabinet
And it all comes back to this
If only...
You could feel numb forever
As you travel down the highway, you think "what would happen if I just jerked the wheel a little?"
As you lie in your bathtub, you think "what if I forgot to turn the water off?"
As you press the knife to your wrist, you think "what if I cut a little closer to the vein?"
What if...
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God and I have always had a complicated relationship
He's put me through so much shit
But I think "Maybe it's to make me a stronger person?
But then again, why would He make one of His children suffer so?"
However,
The other night I had a dream about my old youth pastor, Cary
He was a lovely person
He understood my troubles,
And he tried to make me see the brighter side of things
When I awoke
I felt a deep longing in my chest
Was it for my old friend?
Or was it a realization
That I ought to brush the ice off my shoulder
And turn to see a God that may love me?
Or may not?
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The first time I saw you
Two Novembers ago
My heart filled with pure and utter love
To the point where it nearly burst
The way your glassy green eyes sparkled
The way your messy hair never really sat right on your head
The way your left front tooth stuck out
Was nearly too much for me
But today I saw you
Two Marches later
And my heart filled with pure and utter hatred
To the point where it nearly exploded
The way your eyes look like the dull shade of brown I've vomitted so much because of you
The way you cut off your beautiful fair locks
The way your crooked teeth stick out whenever you speak
Funny how
All your imperfections were once too beautiful for me to bare
And now,
I see nothing but hideousness
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Yet again
The night drags on
For a billion years
It is only seven o' clock
But it feels like
Midnight
I wish for this night to die
So that the morning will birth
From it's remnants
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