Biography of Evan Skora
I am just a kid...so these are just true poems of my life...well most of them at least. Do I want to be a professional poet? Sure!
I really want to be a writer like books but hey...if writing poetry can help me get there then...wha hu!
Anyway...to describe my writing style. It is all pretty much from the heart and my own experiences...which is something I think alot of people lack when writing. Like, yea you can rhyme and make it sound pretty with big words...but what does it mean? You know, I don't need to hear about your sweaty 'love-making' behind a closed door or something. If its for a person, make it about THEM, not your love life.
Basically don't just write to write, only write when you really feel obligated too. With a good idea you can write it down and that one idea can change the world if you put enough heart and soul into it even if it seems like your voice isn't heard by others. That's not to discourage anyone from writing if you don't think your good or anything. Write whether you can't make one sentence sound up to a third grade level, its all about how you look at it and what you think about it, who cares what other people think of it? If you are proud of it...it shouldn't matter.
Evan Skora's Works:
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Evan Skora Poems
You and I, Me and you, Standing at crossroads, Looking beyond.
Running With Wolves
Trapped in submission, Sumberged in this condition, Trapped in a shell, I wish I could quell.
The Wolves Path
The wolves of the night, They give us a chilling fright. They walk the path of a glorious gift, Some being able to shift.
You are my hidden love, The pea to my pod, The line to my graph, The match to my fire.
Down The Yellow Brick Road
Skip Skip Skip. Down the yellow brick road.
I Have A Secret
I have a secret, A secret no one can know, A secret only shared to those the closest to me, A secret I can not afford to let go.
A Heartbeat, A Death Note
If the night could hold our hearts, The quiet wind The cold and pleasing ting, Then we shall forever be one.
Where Did Your Love Go?
This is actually a song that I wrote to let you know. I would play it...but I dont own or have the ability to play a guitar so...I just have the lyrics. But I might be able to sing into my microphone and capture in my computer. Enjoy! Watch me, Watch me fall,
Only Time Will Tell...
Things unseen by others, It makes me want to cry, For they see no real, For that, they shall die.
Like A Wolf
I feed on fear I feed on prey I eat the ripe juices of fresh meat I hide from the sun and stay out at night Like a Wolf
The night, A cruel time indeed To those who love the day.
Is This World A Home?
My mind is confused, Lost in lies, Memories and life.
Light In Darkness
Every darkness has its light Some so hard to see, Only a night light In a dark sea.
I Am Your Warrior
I am your warrior The darkness in the night, Watching over you like a hawk Ready for any fight.
Dadde says I need to grow up,
Dadde says I need to be tuffer.
Momme says dadde is rong,
Momme says I shuld take my own pase.
Dadde says it is a meen wurld,
Dadde says beeng touff will help.