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Red Flag #1 (Parkour) 

Part 1 of the “Red Flag” poem series.



Evy Zen (formerly Eva PoeteX) is a mystic poetess, eclectic artist, fiction writer, and wellness advocate who calls the Greater Cleveland area home sweet home. Born a Clevelander with a Greek lineage, the arts started being a major part of her life the moment she picked up her first crayon. To date, dozens of Evy's writings have been featured in publications like Thought Catalog, The Journey Magazine, and Journey of the Heart: Women's Spiritual Poetry. As a spoken word poet, she has also had the opportunity to collaborate with numerous musicians across the globe. Currently, Evy is the Founding Editor of Poehemian Press and runs the decade-young poetry website (formerly The Artistic Muse). Additionally, she is the author of several independently and locally published poetry books, including "Esoterra" and "Sacred Shapes." Furthermore, she works as a full-time freelance writer and editor. In 2012, Evy received a Bachelor of Arts degree (honors) in Creative Writing from Cleveland State University. She also obtained a Diploma (distinction) in Exercise Nutrition from Shaw Academy four years later. When she's not creating, Evy Zen recharges her batteries by reading her weight in books ("The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho is her personal favorite), going on epic bike rides, meditating to ambient music, and racing super cars behind the safety of her computer or TV screen. To find out more, visit her official website at

6 thoughts on “Red Flag #1 (Parkour) 

    1. In very rare cases, perhaps! While love can have its ups and downs, no one should have to constantly work so hard for someone’s affection and only end up hurt in the end. At that point, one should look inward and ask themselves when they stopped loving themselves, and focus on cultivating that.

      When someone truly loves themselves, the don’t allow themselves to “beg” for someone to be the right person for them.

      Relationships take effort and they’re not perfect, but at the same time, they shouldn’t rob you of your energy and riddle your heart with scrapes.

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      1. I think we focus too much on “relationship” as a way of 1 +1 = 2. When you tell me love, i don’t just think “man/woman that is my touchy touchy partner”. I think of my son, my dad, my best friend, my brother, my grandma. For any and all of these relationships I don’t care what I need to do, so these people I listed feel safe and loved when they are with me.
        I see lately so many people suffering because they do not have a perfect “partner”. In their search, they succumb to ludicrous demands and planing and such and end up hurt, anyways. You will always hurt, it is an inevitable part of life, and thus love and thus, any relationship. But I think it is always and always true to do your best and be honest and sometimes it requires change, sacrifice and endurance of darkness when the other person cannot. Sometimes it happens more than once. I swear you will not care, if you truly love 😀

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      2. Oh, and no misunderstanding, when i say darkness I don’t mean stuff like physical abuse and such. If this is what happens, get the hell out and never look back!
        I was referring to things like Oh, don’t listen to same music! Oh, wants to travel to different countries! etc etc, these seem to be reasons nowadays we don’t always “put an effort”


      3. No worries! I get what you’re saying. Poems can have multiple meanings. 🙂

        A lot of people see the things you listed as “red flags,” which I find to be preposterous.

        Effort is a good thing, as long as one isn’t consistently straining/draining themselves.

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