YESTERDAYS

POETRY BY EVY MICHAELS

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play and less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared at my darkest worst and said, "come here, you belong with me".

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The Quest for Sight

It began, as all tragedies do, With a nap that went too far. Not a gentle rest, But a fall, deep and lawless, Into the folds of a Sunday...

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The Machine That Ate Meaning

They told us we must leave something behind. That a life unremembered was a life unlived. And we, soft, trembling— believed them. We...

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Where Are You, My Love

I have dreamt of you a thousand times, And I’ve yet to meet you once. I’ve searched for you in a thousand lifetimes, Yet you evade me in...

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