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sophia Nov 2019
standing before a white judge
clad in black uniform,
you tower among the guilty grey
with dark eyelids torn.

your eyes still shine with light.

you stand in the front of them,
with curled toes and broken nails.
you are judged for your shades
and you are the immediate guilty.

you know your true innocence.

black irises, white corneas
proclaim your destiny
as you stand before them,
the guilty grey.
sophia Jan 2019
they scream in terror and oppress
they know not how much a mess
feeling cold and frightened only with
a purple charcoaled hyacinth

they burned in fires far away
they waste tomorrow and today
with nothing more than ugly tales
of tears of blood and starving wails

they poured salt upon the wounds
of bleeding mothers and their wombs
with a childish knife of rusty black
they stole their lifeblood like a snack

they, vampiric victimed selves,
could not climb off of their shelves
of fear and hatred reigning high
like the quivering leaves of Apenine
sophia Feb 2019
it comes to feed again
it's claws scream,
my blood thriving
in its veins.
it scratches at my bed
my headboard is creaking
no, wait, it's at my feet now.
God help me, i hear it smiling
i hear it's evil joy laughing in my ear.
Oh, Lord, save me, please
the floorboards are creaking now
and something's tearing off my sheets.
i want to run, but i'm helpless
i let it crawl on my bed
i let it's fingers pry open my mouth
i let it's claws inside my throat
and still am helpless to the blood
pouring from my lips.
it's eyes are inside me
they stare at my nakedness,
waiting for my pride to lower
my hands from myself.
the blood from its teeth
drips down my chest
and seeps into my heart.
my floorboards no longer creak
and it need no longer seek.
it has found me.
oh God help me
my fear
is
a
monster.
sophia Feb 2019
there are those who love
***** black, ashen doves
who can't distinguish
between joy and anguish.

they say love is pain
who knew it was twisted and vain?
they shattered them to pieces
and their hearts developed creases.

break free from this prison
they told me when I'd risen
you're traveling down an endless road
but at least it's the one I chose.

if I can't decide who I am
then give me the slightest chance
to find myself in loving others
but you aren't my sisters
and you aren't my brothers.
sophia Dec 2018
they tell us we aren't enough
they tell us that we're outcasts
waiting for a death sentence
using our own hands.

but our scars tell a story
a story we survived
a story no one else knows
except you and I.

put down those razors
you can fight this
you can heal
put down that alcohol
you can overcome
and conquer your sadness
put down those drugs
you can break it
and live to see another sunrise

put down your pens
you're done writing this chapter
tell your story to someone else
your story of survival
sophia Feb 2019
One year ago,
I met your eyes.
I met those beautiful,
brown eyes.
I saw your grace,
not only in your heart,
but in your movements.
I met your kindness
and I felt like I was valued.
I met your flaws
and you met mine.
And even though
you didn't know,
you stole my heart
right from my hand
and kept it for yourself.
sophia Jan 2019
Think about it this way, love.
I know you hurt bad
and I know they broke your heart.
So. Many. Times.
But think about it this way,
they were just standing in your way.
Because one day, my love,
you will find the other half
of your broken heart
and they knew that they
would never be able to be fit.
sophia Oct 2019
"you brutal sky. so far away, yet everywhere I see. nothing but blue with white clouds dotting your silk skin every so often. rain will pour down your marble cheeks when monsoon season comes around the corner and your eyes will flood. you cruel sky. you cause my blood to run into glass castles attempting to feel the pain you tease my senses with. clouds aren't soft on you. ceramic edges slicing your sky and porcelain dolls shattering on the bathroom ground of your heart. how strange you've made my words. even now, when you've left, I still ache with your pain and suffering. I didn't need your pain, but I asked for it anyway and here I am. a raining monsoon season filled with old memories that were never mine. this inheritance is prideful and I have built my great wall high above your sky and ceramic edged clouds. so leave me behind. I won't see you leave. I won't look behind me when I am too fragile to watch you fade away. it will be painful, sensing your absence having never said goodbye."
sophia Jan 2019
throw
me
away

let
me
waste
away

tell
me
i'm
okay

that
i'll
live
another
day

with
sand
in between
my
toes

and
fireflies
dancing
in
the
sky

throw
me
away
but
do
it
gently
sophia Sep 2018
If only we'd known better
That our friendship was breaking.
The foundation we built it on
is now tumbling and shaking.

A roaring ocean of sadness
poured from both our lips.
We burdened us with waves
it crashed us into bits.

You gave me your burdens
and I carried them to set you free.
They were gifts I wanted
but didn't necessarily need.

We wanted to heal us
but instead we ripped us apart.
Instead of healing wounds,
We gave us more scars.

I tried to heal you
with a needle and some thread.
And I thought I could fix you
when you needed God instead.

We gave each other a lot
but not all of it was good.
Our friendship was a tipped scale
I think we knew it would.

I can't balance you
like you can't balance me.
If we keep our strings so tangled up
we will never be free.

I still love you
and I know you do me.
But I just can't heal you
like God can for eternity.
sophia Mar 2019
Poem.

How bleak.

My poems are empty today.
sophia May 2020
You could throw me in a cage
and grate my skin from my bones.
You could eat my heart raw
in front of me.
You could let a lion ravage me,
tear me apart, piece by piece
with my ****** ashes
soaking in ocean water.
You could feast
on my madness
but I will not be truly scared
unless you take my tongue
and my pen.
sophia Apr 2019
I would love to sit in a seat
In a train to Busan.

I'd have my ear buds in
And music playing in my ear,

And when Magic Shop plays
My beating heart would calm.

I'll have a pen in my hand
And a paper on my lap,

Just writing my heart out
As I ride on that train.

I'll see a mother, her child too
I'll smile at them because they're rather cute.

I'd then start dreaming
As the trees run by.

A window is but a door
A door to an outside dimension.

I'll dream I'm asleep,
alone on the train.

My feet on its soil,
My hands in the air,
My smile spilling
My soul out there.

I'll dream I'm alone
Except me and the train
The pen and paper
Will soon call me again.

I'll sit in a chair, on a train to Busan.
However long that dream takes
It will happen, I guarantee.
This dream is too small
To not happen to me.
sophia Jan 2019
i'm a trainwreck again
and it's all your fault, you know.
you took my world of black and white
and shook it upside down.

you filled my head with wonder
and my thoughts began to wander
back and forth, forth and back
they were only filled with you.

i thought i was alone
and i thought i liked it too,
but then you came along
i found i loved the number two.

i'm a mess, you see
i used to be neat and tidy
i pushed my feelings under my bed
and accepted that instead.

but you, oh you
you pushed my feelings back out
i was surprised to see them again
and wasn't sure about that route

but you, oh you
you gave me a sky
and told me to fly
and ditch my world
my world of black and white.

you told me to love color
because unlike any other,
my eyes were green and blue,
brown and black and grey,
all the way, through and through.

so now i love you
and you love me
me and my trainwreck
sophia Mar 2019
I am trapped inside of you–
Trapped inside a dream.
A dream you have of me–
Each night by the window
With a breeze cold from the shore.
Each night you sit there to dream
A dream I'm trapped inside.
I mourn your love for wondering
Because you only dream
Of a me I can never be.
I feel like sometimes when we fall foolishly in love, we only focus on perfect situations, not the imperfections that are more prominent.
sophia May 2020
when a friend becomes a stranger
and bitterness always lingers
when the sweet becomes sour
and all the brave seem to do is cower
when a heart breaks and heals
and all the skin can do is steel
be prepared to scream
you can win no other way
if you don't have a battle cry,
fighting as if you're
prepared to die.
sophia May 2019
the rain came pouring down
the mountains fell to their knees
and you were still here with me
sophia Jun 2019
i want to stop loving you
the way i wish i could love myself
sophia Aug 2019
how ironic is it
that a girl
who gets so easily seasick
and is terrified yet hypnotized
by deep waters,
is so perpetually
in love
with the ocean?
sophia Feb 2020
this feeling
pertaining to you
is peculiar.

i know you must be gentle.
i feel it in the pit of my stomach.

i'll be in the background
and waiting for you to say hi.
sophia Aug 2019
i have a horrible habit
of writing poetry about
the boy i love.
sophia Jul 2019
hello poetry is quite inactive lately. where are all my fellow poets gone?
sophia Sep 2019
Cutting my neck open wide
to let you see and touch
what is and was inside.

Staring into universes
to taste what blessings are
that will eventually turn into curses.

Gasping in the foul air
that your lungs provide;
you lure me into your lair.

Feeding me maggot-ridden,
crying, destructive and putrid words
lain under the depths of your tongue.

Falling into my eyes
a devastating force of gravity;
falling into your own lies.

Your empire will sink
and your kingdom will scream
for its own destruction.

And until you admit your defeat
you will never walk in light
and I will no longer
stand by your side.
sophia May 2019
and then i exploded
and my heart
melted
into
the
sand
while I
waited for
you to notice
me.
sophia Sep 2019
gentle spirit,
break my heart.
With kind words,
unspoken art.
sophia Aug 2019
Don't get me wrong,
Even though I loved him,
He never dictated my happiness.
He just—he made me happier.
sophia Jul 2019
Okay no
You're not obligated to think of me
But it still hurts when you don't
sophia Jul 2019
it was then that i realized
if he couldn't bother
treating me like a queen
then he had no right
to stand in my kingdom.

let another queen
decide your fate,
my love.

you waste my time.
sophia Jul 2019
i am madly in love with you
so please
treat me well
whether you love me back
or not.
sophia Dec 2019
we were never friends consistently
and yet i loved you most ardently.
sophia Jul 2019
When I tell you
That I'm in love with you
I will do so with a poem
Because that is the language
That I speak.
sophia Aug 2019
you have golden fingertips
and the touch of midas
in your hands.
sophia May 2020
falling out of love
with this tongue
aches to no end.
sophia May 2020
i'm as dull as butter.
there is no more poetry
i can squeeze out of me anymore.
where did it all go?
sophia Sep 2019
bright and glorious
we shine
sophia Dec 2019
we might still be ignoring each other,
(is that what we call this silence?)
by the time it comes around.
i might still love you
and you might still not know,
but despite this heartbreak
and shaky hands of mine,
i will still wish you happy birthday.
sophia Jul 2019
i can't say i won't cry
because of you
but i can say i smiled
because of you

and i will never
forget that.
even when
you forget me.
sophia May 2019
this pull
this pull to be near you
is stronger than gravity
and yet the weight
of my sorrow
is just as heavy
sophia May 2019
if only he knew
that every time
i look at him
i see a galaxy
a galaxy
too far
away
from
me.
sophia May 2019
his smile is the ocean
a roaring wave of life
it stirs awake the butterflies
borne inside my heart
sophia Jan 2019
you are vague
in your words
in your actions

you keep quiet
when you talk
because you
don't want
me to know
that you know
what I know
sophia Jul 2019
could we walk together?
hand in hand?
so that we don't stray
from our paths?
your very presence
comforts me
you're the ocean
to my sky
and i hope you'll stay with me
and walk, as the days pass by.
sophia Dec 2018
walk the road
laid out for you
with words as a guide.

a book is your map
and let shadows fall
behind you completely.

it'll be difficult,
never easy even if you tried
but it's a road laid out for you

you've got a destination
maybe you don't know it yet
maybe your plans've been messed up

but when there's a bigger plan at work here
secondary plans aren't needed
sophia Mar 2019
Let us stand, hand in hand
Let the waves ***** wash over us.
You cannot walk on water, love
So stay with me instead.
sophia May 2019
if i sit by the waveside,
with nothing but a wave
to keep me company
and the rumble of the roars
of the furious ocean at the sky
if i sit by the waveside
with the wet between my toes
and the salt in my hair
and the wind in my sails
with the voice of the sea in my ears
if i sit by the waveside,
will you join me?
sophia Dec 2018
flower petals
seem to travel
on the wings of birds
on the outstretched arms
of the wind
fluttering like eyelashes
like the rustling leaves
of dying trees
down to the ground
at your feet
if only
i could get to you
just a little faster
sophia Dec 2018
the mist is frosty and cold
my finger draws upon it
tales and myths of old
i wonder if they bought it

the lies of loving who i am
slide from off my tongue
i ran and ran and ran and ran
to get away from blazing suns

my childhood calls like a mother
waiting for her precious child
as if she knew the others
had been abusing me with smiles

i told them over and over again
that i was grown and truly an adult
that i truly didn't need my friends
disproved sorely by my childish sulk

the window panes are cold
and it hurts to touch my memories
i felt so young i feel so old
i'm just a heartbroken trilogy

i was a babe and then a teen
i grew into my full grown skin
so hard-hearted and awfully mean
that i couldn't ever fit in

i hated growing pains
they reminded me of my age
that i was always always changing
always always a newly flipped page

it hurts it hurts it hurts
these unbearable window panes
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these horrible growing pains
sophia Jul 2019
you wrote your soul
on my skin
with a silken paintbrush
and sky blue paint––

i'm sorry.

i wrote my soul
on your skin
with a sharpened knife
and blood red paint––

i'm sorry.
sophia Jan 2019
What a commotion!
My talent needs promotion!

I can't seem to write.
I really want to fight
whatever's stopping my fingers
because now they over-linger
on the keyboard.

Agh! I really want to write!
But quit I just might!
The words in my head
just want to go to bed,
but I don't want to let them!

Grr, writer's block is frustrating.
I have ideas, I'm ready to verbal *****,
but the something that stops me
I'm really really hating!

It's like there's a transparent wall
between my motivation
and my story ideas.
I can see them,
but I can't use them at all.

Help! I need a bulldozer!
I can't break this wall down!
Ugh, my head hurts from being overused.
I can feel my brain frown.
Come on, dude!

Writer's block, go away,
don't ever come again
another day!

PBTHHH I can't think.
Maybe I can use a hammer
to pound ideas and motivation
into my head.

Okay I'm done.

I still hate writer's block.
To anyone who suffers from writer's block, kudos for pulling through, y'all. Stay strong.
sophia Jan 2019
You have my heart,
in the fragile palm of your hand.

My love for you,
runs deeper than the ocean.

It beats with a purpose,
and that purpose is you.

Stars shine in your eyes,
magnitudes of watercolors dance.

In pools of flowery light,
your spirit of gentleness roams.

Like a gentle lamb,
you love the meadows of gold.

Jumps higher than the sequoias,
you leap with the hope of a child.
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