Biography of Justin Evett
I'm mostly reserved, don't say much to anyone unless I really know you but I'm not shy as most presume. Was raised to treat girls with full respect and have come to find out nice guys really do finish last lol, but i've accepted it. Love art, and anything to do with it. Big fan of windsurfing. Want to anything, feel free to ask.
Justin Evett's Works:
'Inside of Me'
Justin Evett Poems
The Woman In Black
She walks down the stairs dressed in all black, to the thought of a memory she hopes to bring back.
The Thought Of Poetry
Your words from the soul taken from mind to pen, impacting people on what they read. Feelings of life and tribute of the dead, writing the words that are never said.
Next To You
The outside storm approaches as the clock strikes ten bringing forgotten life to the darkened house. It echo's through the hall and in to that room, that while i know it's there I can't yet enter.
Your My Heroin
You bring me up then let me fall, and just like that its over. All the pain and all the sorrow slowly returns. I wish it could stay this way,
True, If Only
Three simple words were lost in the end, thrown around between the two yet no feeling or emotion present. It's not as it may appear,
Living In Pain
Everyone leaves in the end, lying there watching you walk away knowing that forever your gone, as you slowly fade to the shadows.
A note played flat as night fell down, the salt layed circle upon the ground. Scratches marked accross the doors, Screeching sounds along the floor.
A name yet to do a angel justice stricken by pashionate desire, wanting what can never be his. A beat of the heart,
Ridiculed and full of hate, marching on through broken gates, tarnished souls in darkened nights marching on to faded lights.
Faced with a path diverged into four, to turn back was a option, but not as once before. The sky crept upon the moon turning it to night, as the air slightly strickened with the feeling of fright.
From A Lost Love
I made you a box and wrapped it in red, 'From a lost love, ' is what the card said. I filled it with thoughts and the feelings of us,
My Last Day With You
The sun wouldn't rise nor fall, but sit on the oceans surface glimmering off the crisp sand, And through the golden clouds
'It' doesn't seem to want to leave, quietly trailing, lurking behind. Always there to stab you in the back, putting you down when you begin to rise.
Through Shattered Tears And Darkened Hea...
Through shattered tears and darkened hearts, you press forwards into the tarnished night. Suffering nor agony slows you down, never stopping for second thoughts.
The Thought Of Poetry
Your words from the soul taken from mind to pen,
impacting people on what they read.
Feelings of life and tribute of the dead,
writing the words that are never said.
A feeling of passion and emotional rain,
or the cycle of life and the everyday pain.
I write for me and the broken emotion,
skipping a beat for the words that aren't spoken.
Poetry's the voice of many but one