Jen Eva

Jen Eva Poems

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With a frown she looks at me,
As if I'm a clown drowning,
In lack of anticipation of hell
People are capable of giving.
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Hush baby girl. I know it still hurts.
Shhhh... Pull it together.
It's for your growth, my glory.
You can never whether the weather.
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Lately, I've been greatly blessed with kindness in those who surround me.
They sooth me when I'm angered speaking words of wisdom 'let it be.'
Through them I rediscovered the power of vulnerbility,
I was so close to shutting the walls of my heart hoping to regain stability.
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I've never loved a man who stopped loving me back,
So forgive me please if I seem too taken aback.
I sense your attempts at hiding true feelings away,
But there's so much said from the things you don't say.
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2013 won't be perfect without your presence.
Why do you come back for a day, steal my heart away then leave for months of absence?
4 years since we first met and I know it was fate,
But life isn't great enough to create perfect lovers without much waiting.
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The three main walks of life,
To be happy, live and survive.
They say 'chase your dreams' and then 'No, don't be dreaming.'
Trying to inject my life with their meanings.
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I write to keep it real. To escape and express my arbitrary thoughts and emotions.)

The Best Poem Of Jen Eva

Clown

With a frown she looks at me,
As if I'm a clown drowning,
In lack of anticipation of hell
People are capable of giving.
'It's bad' she cries to me,
'They often don't mean well.'
Coating the stew with icing,
But what's brewing in that spell?
It's a merciless world she insists.
But my parents rarely tell me this.
So I don't intuitively turn to malevolence,
What goodness in that have I missed?

She mocks my naivety, watching the contuse.
Ready with 'I told you so' to bombard me with 'I know's.
See I can enter a world you've denied access to,
A land where thorns on roses don't grow.
You'll debate that's not reality,
But in perception 'truth' doesn't exist.
Reality to each is subjective.
Whatever helps us subsist.
In the midst of all this- fine, I'll be your clown,
In my unjaded ways I persist.
So no more love for you, no more hurt again,
But how much goodness in that have you missed?

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