Eva Smith

(name is a reference, I never use the prompt, he/they/she)

119

Writings

Followers

Following

Eva Smith

(name is a reference, I never use the prompt, he/they/she)

119

Writings

Followers

Following

I Don't Understand What I Am Writing

Eva Smith

1 min read

I was at a poetry reading

She spoke about immigration

Loss of culture

Loss of identity

She spoke about chaos, confusion

She said

"father I don't understand what I am writing"

Now I've taken it entirely out of context

Father, I don't understand what I am writing

I think she meant language

My immigrant mother desperately trying to strike the match and fuel the flame

That never existed in the ...

Poetry

Probably Just Paranoia

Eva Smith

1 min read

This prompt Lowkey works

Keys, wallet, phone, airpods

Dog bags, treats, leash

Dog

Shoes on, headphones in,

Music up and door locked,

Me time, free time

Just walk

Head down, mouth closed

Summer air and summer heat

Struggling in too-long jeans

I'm not looking, I'm unaware

Don't they teach you these things Eva?

There's man behind me-

Were there kids?

I don't remember

Okay one behind

No one ...

Poetry

JLK

Eva Smith

1 min read

"I mean could you class us as human, right?" Laika turns away, slightly offended by the prompt.

"Of course we're human!" Arden rolls his eyes.

"I mean we were literally made in a lab, and we don't act like humans do" Mae folds her arms, a sucker for playing devil's advocate.

"We still have their anatomy though!" June exclaims, never having pondered the fact that she may not be a person.

"A heavil...

Poetry

Sun&moon

Eva Smith

1 min read

Ntp

I think the moon is jealous of the sun

Why wouldnt it be?

It leaches off its light

Any life is a result of it

Anyone could live without the moon

But the sun?? No, that you need

Sure the sun burns, that kills the moon

There's nothing it can do to stop or help

Just sit in awe of the beautiful disaster

Envy seeping from it's craters

It's uselessness cracking grey rock

All it can do is sit and wa...

Poetry

JLK

Eva Smith

3 min read

Ntp

"Anddddd... Action!"

"It's a YouTube video Denna, we don't have to say action,"

"Let him live, Kaz!"

"Just saying!"

Mae switches off the camera and rolls her eyes, "We will never make it to the plains if we carry on like this- what if we were..." She trails off, "what if this was serious?"

"We aren't! And it isn't! Jesus, guys it's a YouTube video; literally an intro to a vlog,"

"Well go ...

TW Ed- Duck

Eva Smith

1 min read

If it walks like a duck

If it quacks like a duck

Chances are...

It is a fucking duck

If more than 3 people have said something

If you've written more than 3 poems about it

If you've skipped 3 meals

It's probably an ed

Probably.

Does it char your throat?

Taste of guilt?

Crying over spilt milk

Or the thought of having to make something

Later you say.

Don't need breakfast if you slept till no...

Poetry

Running Through Forest Clearing

Eva Smith

1 min read

There's dirt under my nails

Better than him under my skin

It's better than her in my head

But there's dirt under my nails

There's blood in the water

And salt in the wound

What am I gonna do?

Dust in my wild wide eyes

Grass and sand under my thighs

Muddy hair caught in the breeze

Stepping on sticks fallen of trees

Balancing on a stepping stone

Isolated and alone

Like the stream, small and f...

Poetry

Ily

Eva Smith

1 min read

I. Love. You.

One two three.

We're counting the freckles of my face

And the days untill

We're stringing beads

And crafting dreams

Brick by brick

Beat by beat

Of a heart that pumps for the other

Lungs that breathe for

You and me

One two three

Blow out the candles

We'll wish to be free

Like we are, birds with colourfull wings

Orange and blue

Or purple and yellow

Colours complementing

Shapes slotti...

Poetry

Smile

Eva Smith

1 min read

I channel so much anger into my poems, I fear I am abrasive, I hate and I hate, and then I drop the pen the moment my heart lights up, when a smile creeps up on my face and there's a spark in my eyes that I can't erase, there is so much good, but that's not poetic, so much brings me joy that I would never dare immortalise, would never stain with my words and my high pitched voice, but there is so ...

Poetry

Blink

Eva Smith

1 min read

Blink and then we're out of here, blink and there's tears in your eyes, blink and we'll swallow our pride, get God on our side, so that safe place was a lie, didn't really take me by surprise, it was always gonna be one of us that dies, maybe we'll find some allies and look into their eyes, we'll see a reflection of red and blue, do those colours mean anything to you? There'll be black and red, th...

Poetry