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681 · Jul 2020
swimming with the fish
sofia Jul 2020
as i take a step
off the splintered dock
into the crisp
cool
water
i feel
breathless
i'm meant to be
swimming with the fish
433 · Jul 2020
resurface
sofia Jul 2020
i am home.
here in the water
nothing else exists
just me and a fish
or two
i open my eyes
to see nothing
but darkness
somehow, it remains light
in my heart
because nothing is
touching me
except for
the cool
pressure all around
my body
the water holding me close
a tight hug
until i resurface
185 · Jul 2020
revenge
sofia Jul 2020
nothing but emptiness.
a black hole filled with sadness
inside out nothingness
consuming me
leaving me with loneliness
i seek revenge.
149 · Jul 2020
overpowers
sofia Jul 2020
the night sky is a herculean mansion of the stars which
glitter in grace, beauty and evanescent
until the dawn overpowers them.
139 · Jul 2020
a fatal flaw
sofia Jul 2020
sadness is hiding away from reality
sorrowful, lost
a fatal flaw
in your own story
132 · Jul 2020
Untitled
sofia Jul 2020
love.
it hurts
but it’s freeing
114 · Jul 2020
why i write poetry
sofia Jul 2020
i write poetry because i
want to live forever
to me, poetry is a wall
that’s made so strong and fierce,
that it can’t be broken, humans it mocks.
it flows into minds like rushing streams,
and sings like silvery mermaids on rocks.
each one crafted by a warm heart,
and a mind working to make art that’s alive,
each syllable and letter’s twist is planned,
to create a poem that will survive
113 · Jul 2020
normalcy is no more
sofia Jul 2020
longing for normalcy
knowing i’ll never get
a freshman experience
the world seems as if
it’s dead
leaving me lonely

- sofia
this is from the perspective of a 8th grader going into highschool during the covid 19 pandemic.
99 · Jul 2020
eyes
sofia Jul 2020
his eyes could rip through steel
so why when i catch
his with mine
do they soften?
87 · Jul 2020
pretty boy
sofia Jul 2020
i want to stay up all night
thinking about a pretty boy
i want to look into his eyes
and see the love
that he may or may not have for me
i want my creativity to engulf his heart
i want to see the color flood to his face
when i touch his hand
i coat myself in lavender and rose
hoping to awaken a hunger for me
i want to tell him
86 · Jul 2020
heart
sofia Jul 2020
my heart is a poem
waiting to be written
waiting for someone to believe
this is an excerpt of a poem that was chosen for the 2017 California poets in the schools anthology!
85 · Jul 2020
by chance
sofia Jul 2020
if by chance our paths intertwined again,
i wish to be with you
no unbearable pain,
for us to work together
for a love that's new
81 · Jul 2020
the mask
sofia Jul 2020
every morning i wake up
and sigh.
my life isn't a fairytale
i take out my mask and take one more look
before i'm transformed into a person
i wish was me
this was written after watching "The Jetsons". the episode was "Future Calling: Videophones in the World of The Jetsons", and it shows judy putting on her "awake' face after just waking up and looking groggy. this really hit home to me because i thought of how whenever anyone goes to work or school, they automatically put on "mask" of what they want people to perceive them as! (me included).
80 · Jul 2020
blue
sofia Jul 2020
a polaroid camera
capturing smiling faces
into frozen figures

waves of the sea
deep, dark
crashing on the shoreline

thoughts
wearing pain
like a cloak
indiscernible

the sky
vast
calling to the unwelcome

foreign rivers
surrounded by canopies
of mass jungles

insensate.

away from reality
hiding, lost

a fatal flaw
in your own story
the inspo for this was all things blue. polaroid cameras, waves, sad thoughts, the sky, rivers, e.t.c
78 · Jul 2020
constellations
sofia Jul 2020
a delicate blanket
of unrivaled light
twinkling dust
a shimmering galactic blast
an arrangement of stars that fuel the impossible
76 · Jul 2020
tell me
sofia Jul 2020
what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists?
i don't know
71 · Jul 2020
a crisp starlit night
sofia Jul 2020
holding many wonders
the beauty of the night with shooting stars
that shortly sweep over the heaven before waning away
wishes are made, hope fills their hearts
for a better future, or a fulfilment of their desires
tangled up within the depth of mind
on a crisp, starlit night.
68 · Jul 2020
lost
sofia Jul 2020
i lost my head
while searching for
my mind
67 · Jul 2020
without them
sofia Jul 2020
have you ever liked someone so much
you regret everything
because without them, you are nothing

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