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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Heads Or Tails?

Samantha Evans

1 min read

Heads or tails,

What will it be?

Heads for a smile,

Or tails for a frown?

Pick a card,

Any card you’d like!

Ace for an end,

King for a crown!

Heads or tails,

What will it be?

Heads for a while,

Or tails for a moment?

Pick a card,

Any card you’d like!

Ace to make amends,

King for a poison most potent!...

Poetry

Are You?

Samantha Evans

1 min read

Lying in bed at night

Staring at the mattress above me

Crying silently so I won’t worry her

Are you crying too?

Lying in bed at night

Staring at the mattress above me

Wondering where you are

Are you looking for us?

Lying in bed at night

Staring at the mattress above me

Hoping I’ll see you again

Are you even still alive?

Lying in bed at night

Pushing the mattress with my feet

Quiet laughter come...

Poetry

Promise

Samantha Evans

1 min read

I cry myself to sleep at night

She’s always yelling at you, it’s not fair

Can’t she stop?

Or at least only yell at me?

I can’t promise we’ll be happy

All I can do is tell stories with you

Listening to your laugh, seeing your smile

At least for a little while

I can’t promise we’ll be safe

All I can do is wait, at least for now

But give it six years and I’ll be able to drive

And I’ll get us out of...

Poetry

Too Much

Samantha Evans

1 min read

I’ve spent so long in the cold

Dreaming of feeling the sun again

And as I finally step outside

The warmth hits my face

(It’s too warm, too much)

I’ve spent so long in the dark

Dreaming of seeing the sun again

And as I finally step outside

The light fills my eyes

(It’s too bright, too much)

I’ve spent so long on my own

Dreaming of seeing people again

And as I finally speak to them

I say I feel gr...

Poetry

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...