Posted in life, Poems


I  am a coward.

Scars that walk but will not speak.

Nothing more than

trying  to be brave

and failing.

The things I love,

I lose…

I cling to tightly

to dreams

that are bound to fade,

get lost in the chaos of bigger dreams.

Did I not tell you the I was just




But, it seems even you are no longer here to listen.

I tried being bold.

And you told me not to stop,

but even you are not here

to see my boldness break me.

I told you, it is here,

in my battered poetry,

that I am the most honest…

Yet, you are not here to see…

And even here,

with words to adorn my heart,

I feel you will misunderstand what I say.

I hope I did not upset you

or lose you


I like you a lot.


-Eva M.M.

“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”





I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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