Samantha Evans

I like to write poetry and songs, and I also like worldbuilding. I’m 14 and I have two cats. And a sister. Anyway, hope you like my poems 😊

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Samantha Evans

I like to write poetry and songs, and I also like worldbuilding. I’m 14 and I have two cats. And a sister. Anyway, hope you like my poems 😊

Writings

Followers

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Change

Samantha Evans

1 min read

I wanted to change

I wanted to make me look like myself

They wouldn’t let me

They wouldn’t accept me

Their words burned

Worse than fire ever could

So I ran

I ran away in the night

And though I’ll miss my house

And feel just a hint of grief

For the friends I once had

I won’t return

Because the people I knew are gone

Replaced by the ones who won’t understand

Note: definitely not my best work. I ha...

Poetry

What Did You Do?

Samantha Evans

1 min read

_What did you do?_

I’m not sure, I don’t know

A little of this, a little of that

Yesterday I was petting my cat

_That’s not what I meant_

_What did you do?_

_What have you done?_

I was just at home, having quiet fun

I don’t know what answer you expect

I’ve told you everything there is to say

_We both know that’s not true_

_What did you do?_...

Poetry

Miracle (Through Doors Of Every Color)

Samantha Evans

1 min read

“Who are you?” she asked. And let me tell you now, those were the hardest three words I’d ever heard. It wasn’t really the words that were the issue. It was the fact that she was the one asking.

That, and the fact that… “I don’t know.” Until now, I’ve never needed to know.

Because she had promised. Promised me that she would always find me, always remember me. She did, I know she did. I’m no...

Poetry

The Monster Is Me

Samantha Evans

1 min read

I’ve created a monster

The monster is me

Be careful in the dark

I’ll be watching while you sleep

I’ve created a monster

The monster is me...

Poetry

Every Hour

Samantha Evans

1 min read

People are up at

Every hour

No more time left

For just me

The sun is up at

Every hour

No more darkness

To bring me peace

The moon is gone now

Gone forever

No more stars

To wish upon

The sun is up at

Every hour

No more darkness

To bring me peace...

Poetry

The Garden (Of Chaos And Order) Part 1

Samantha Evans

4 min read

You enter the garden through an ornate white gate. It had been midday when you were outside, but the sky is now twilight, and you can see the moon. In the garden there are flowers of every variety, everything from roses to pansies. Anywhere else, the worst thing you would have to fear from these plants would be pricking your finger on a roses’ thorn. But here even the smallest flowers are much wor...

The Last Soldier

Samantha Evans

1 min read

Families from all around the block

All there to see me off

Two years have since past

Strangers they are now

But those same strangers

Faces now plastered with smiles

Gathering once again

They sweep me up in hugs

Tell me I look no different

Jokes across the room

Songs sang off key

Everyone’s happy

Except me

I hurry away when they turn their backs

Careful not to spoil there fun

I run to the gravey...

Poetry

Dear

Samantha Evans

1 min read

Whisper, whisper in my ear, dear

And don’t you ever worry girl

For you I’d fight the whole world

Sing, sing for all to hear, dear

Let your voice ring out loud

As everyone joins the crowd

Speak, speak without fear, dear

Don’t you ever apologize

When you say something wise

Cry, cry let out tears, dear

And when you wipe them away

Still remember the dark days

Scream, scream for your lost years, de...

Poetry

Even The Slow Moves Too Fast

Samantha Evans

1 min read

Even the slow moves to fast

The future fades into the past

At record speed

And all I need

Is for things to slow

But I know

That’s never going to happen...

Poetry

The Grass Is Red (extended version)

Samantha Evans

1 min read

The sky is blue

The grass is red

He didn’t tie his shoe

So he broke his head

It stained the grass

And alas

Now the grass is red

If only someone had seen

That his laces were untied

The grass might still be green

And the boy might not have died...

Poetry