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Apr 2015 · 3.6k
Nyctophilia
Sophia Adelle Apr 2015
there's something about the way
the night calls to me
i see the dark skies
there's no birds chirping
and you can't see flowers either
but it has its own beauty
the way the stars shine
or how the moon seems
to know your secrets
it holds a kind of mystery
beckoning me to solve the case
(s.a.)
This is an original, tell me what you think of it! c:
Apr 2015 · 4.8k
Mistake
Sophia Adelle Apr 2015
it's a mistake
a mistake I'll always pay
slowly
deeply
surely
it'll sink into me
and it'll stop
then it's all over
they will forget about it
but i won't
imbedded in me forever
it's now part of me
it can't be undone
leave but it sinks into you too.

(s.a)
my own creation please give credit :)
Aug 2014 · 373
True Love
Sophia Adelle Aug 2014
Even after all this time
The Sun never said to the Earth
“ You owe me“
Look what happens
With a love like that
It lights up the whole world
not mine, found online
Jun 2014 · 5.6k
Heartless
Sophia Adelle Jun 2014
I’m trying to convince my friends that I don’t like you anymore and that I only think of you as a brother.
But am I trying to convince them or myself?
I close my eyes and see your ridiculous smile
I see you in the faces of my school mates
I see you everywhere
My heart aches every time I think of you
Is this love?
Probably not
Love don’t exist
I see the proof is my friends heartbreak and my parents fights
But how do you manage to make me feel like this
Get out of my head you’re driving me crazy
Stop it
You’re torturing my brain
This is an endless torture
You’re a personal devil sent straight from the fires of hell to torture me
To make my heart crumble as I listen to you talking about another girl
Feel my heart break into a million pieces and crumble into ashes as I see you with another girl
This is against everything that I stand for
I refuse to let this get to me
I will be immune to you
I will be immune to everyone else
I will be heartless

(s.a.)
idk this isn't really a poem
May 2014 · 2.6k
Stares and Whispers
Sophia Adelle May 2014
Hear their whispers
Down the streets
Sweet child hold on to me please
Don't let their stares
Break your strides
Walk down the road with confidence
They won't know
About you and I
If we just live in silence now
(s.a.)
May 2014 · 608
The Ballad
Sophia Adelle May 2014
Because when he smiles at her
His bright blue eyes
Crinkles around the edges
Making jokes about
How he would die without her

Now it’s a cold night
The sirens are sounding
Who’s going the tell him
That she can’t live without him either
(s.a.)
May 2014 · 843
Have You Forgotten Me
Sophia Adelle May 2014
Taigu Ryokan
(1758-1831)

Have You Forgotten Me
have you forgotten me
or lost the path here?
i wait for you
all day, every day
but you do not appear.
Not mine Its officially by Taigu Ryokan
Apr 2014 · 404
Dear Friend
Sophia Adelle Apr 2014
Dear Friend,
Its been 5 months
Since we last met
Though we have social network
To keep in touch
I still feel a little forgotten.

Dear Friends,
Its been 5 years
Since we last talked
We eventually lost touch
I've heard your married
And have your own company.

Dear Friend,
Its been 5 minutes
Since we last saw each other
And it might be the last
I'm glad you didn't forget me
Nor our past.
(s.a.)
Apr 2014 · 617
Let me help
Sophia Adelle Apr 2014
Please don't shut me out,
Maybe I can help.

Please put down that knife,
Don't end your life.

Please open up your eyes
Can't you hear my cries?
(s.a.)
Apr 2014 · 585
This Bitter Language
Sophia Adelle Apr 2014
“This Bitter Language

I know your streets, sweet city,

I know the demons and angels that flock

and roost in your boughs like birds.

I know you, river, as if you flowed

through my heart.

I am your warrior daughter.

There are letters made of your body

as a fountain is made of water.

There are languages

of which you are the blueprint

and as we speak them

the city rises.”


― Elka Cloke
Not mine. All rights go to Elka Cloke
Apr 2014 · 18.7k
Flowers
Sophia Adelle Apr 2014
Pretty flowers
Little kids
Wasting hours
In the fields
(s.a.)

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