Sophia C: Favorites

Oct 2013 Sophia C

alicia

Well, actually no.
It's not funny at all
How I still find myself,
Against my wavering will,
Planning my steps
Dictating my day
According to you
When did we last talk
Four months I think it's been
How have you managed
To grip me so tight,
Hog tied and gagged
By the memory of your company
Where was all this before?
And here I am
Despite your undeniable abcense
Starving myself just in case
You call for dinner

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Sleeping at last

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Christina Rossetti

Sleeping at last

Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.

Oct 2013 Sophia C

in the bed of your truck

Oct 2013 Sophia C

adr

in the bed of your truck

the shared hot breath is what makes me so crazy. the small battles of tongues are what make me so insane. in this instant in this moment i want it all back. i want it now and i want it forever. my senses are selfish. i want your hands pulling my legs over yours and i want to feel you smile as you pull away only to come right back. i want the pressure of your lips making love to my neck but so gently. i want to feel your hair slipping through my fingers. i want to brush your cheek with my fingertips and feel the sand. i want to hear the small laugh as you pull back. i want to ask are you laughing at me and to say dont laugh at me. and i want to say your name. then i want to say it again. i want to hear you laugh again and hear you say no youre just funny. it is all these things and more that make me so

(it is everything
all at once
that makes me so)

what if i want to hear you say should i not have kissed you? and what if i want to respond no thats not it. what if i kiss you again just to make sure you understand. and what if i ask okay? and your eyes look straight into mine as you nod and what if you say okay. and what if i kiss you again?

(i kissed you again)

and it makes me so

Oct 2013 Sophia C

empty spaces

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Deborah Lin

empty spaces

The other day, I accidentally
spilled moonlight on the shadows
where you used to sleep.
I almost cleaned it up
until I realized it didn’t matter anymore.

I told the clouds they were not
welcome to shed tears
over your side of the bed,
that the rain had to drown me too.

I asked the sunset if
it ever missed the sun,
if vermillion meant farewell,
if the dusky purples hurt
when they were pressed,
if the coming darkness
felt as natural and as effortless
as it looked.

And when the night finally fell
in black oblivion
I found the light you left
in the corners of the room,
under the pillow,
in the spaces between my fingers.
I found it everywhere in the darkness
and nowhere in the daylight
and I hate you for that –

Which is why I started
making room for the moon in my bed
even though he bleaches the sheets.
And I let the clouds lay down their burden
gently, gently over your pillow
in place of my own.
I stopped asking the sunset questions
that I couldn’t answer
and started digging my hands
into the gracefulness of the sky and the ocean and
everything in between.

Oct 2013 Sophia C

it enveloped me, this time not a hug

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Emily

it enveloped me, this time not a hug

i saw the shimmer on the sea
one that i have never seen
I had a heart of a thirteen
and it said "hey, i'll hug you"
so reckless and naive
so i threw myself in
despite being hydrophobic

flapping my arms and legs
mimicking how the victors in swimming do
i was close to drowning
the blues raged
over how i was hurting it
it expressed emotions quietly
but i was sure guilty

i climbed to the shore
but unable to forget
its serenity and colour

so i came back to it
and it enveloped me
this time not a hug

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Burning Lips

Oct 2013 Sophia C

Reese Grette

Burning Lips

I did it.
Last night was the night.
I kissed another girl, I danced all night long.
I left her behind for good.
But now I realize,
too late, that I can miss.
That feeling of home, holding her hands,
The ease with which it all came.

But maybe I can save it,
I just wont tell her
and everything will be okay
and things will go back
to just the way they were.
But they can't, can they?
Not the sanctity of dogmatism.
Not the passion of fidelity.
Not the ease of honesty.
Nothing will erase the burning of these foreign lips on sacred ground

— The End —