Sophie Hartl

Sophie Hartl Jan 2016

Fear

Fear is the word I choose
My mother said that choosing is the first step
to be okay.

Fear is the word I feel
I'm scared of the future,
tomorrow
and even the past.

Fear is the word I despise,
Is this really our end?
Will this have been my worst mistake?

Fear
of you being mooded,
branded of hate.

Fear that you won't be able to see
further than the words,

fear that you won't be able to feel
what it was that stuck.

Fear is the word I chose
My mother said that choosing was the first step
to be okay.

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#love #poem #word #fear #scared #mother #mistake #you #me #feel

Sophie Hartl Nov 2015

Untitled

I suppose I realised around the time
that the trees started looking like anxious fingers
searching for their little blue pills

I realised on a walk
that maybe, just maybe, love was not enough
to love

I searched for a bench to gather all the thoughts
where the trees surrounded me
in a circle of confidence and confrontation

A guzzle of wind fought through my thin layer
and the fragile but thick fingers of my friends
threatened me

I had made a hypothetical decision
that I knew I would never act upon
hoping that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough
for now

i'm not sure if this one is done yet

#love #anxiety #nature #winter #fingers #trees #decision #wind #anxious #finger

Sophie Hartl Aug 2015

Sophie and I

"The other one, the one they call [Sophie], is the one things happen to."

Slurring steps like words, not even drunk, yet
still seeing clearly the blurred letters you sent.

I let her cry, although I never understood
how the salty spate should heal a temporary break.

Blowing up small things to make them big is, what?
we were taught, more than being warned on how they will pop.

I can clearly see through the glass bones and paper
skin, sitting and tightening her ribs, enjoying the plague.

Spilling speech, strictly to rid myself
of your poisonous finger-tipped bones.

I let the break hurt more, swinging mischievously, pulling off the band-
aid slower to compose the tones for her to express.

Wonderfully inspired by Jorge Luis Borges (first stanza by him); "Borges and I" from "Labyrinths"

#self #heart #tears #cry #break #soul #alliteration #finding #tsunami #borges

Sophie Hartl Jul 2015

all the boys i have cried over

the first
innocent to the core, a
stolen love through
the words
of my brothers

the second
long after had only loved
for an exact amount,
none left to give
after a deadline was met

the third
a stupid drunken night
resulted in a quick
disgrace
of my decisions

the fourth
stuck needles where he
shouldn't have, a
heavy river spilling
on the rocks
and ghostly waters

the rest had no love to give
only advice to spare, a
game lost, a game
won,
all in the same vein

stupid little poem for stupid little tears

#love #sad #tears #water #blood #boys #decisions #game #breakups #vein

Sophie Hartl May 2015

ripeness

he said it was important to question yourself
do we live in an eternal dream, a coma
that we could wake up from tomorrow
fresh and red, ripe for a new dream
sprinkling star dust and tear crumbs on children's eyes
hoping to shield them from the future they won't have
their mouths opened, pearly whites gritting words
unsaid in the hollowness of their homes
marble floors and pale walls collect the nail clippings
perfection hunting us even in our fantasy
but if we are not
then who will dream about us?

#sleep #dreams #children #existance

Sophie Hartl Apr 2015

Cupids Arrows

I watched as the rain fell from her stormy eyes. The mist rising with her mystery, unsure if any of this was real.
As the unlucky forecast passed, the fog arrived. Under her abstract, sharp nose I watched the smoke leave. Her lips were rough, chipped and cut; worn out by the oblivious addictions that might be haunting us all.

I remember when she still seemed happy. Playing her favourite songs and dancing in the rain that once symbolised the beginning. Naked innocence radiated from her.
I hadn't loved her then. She was most beautiful when she was mad. Forbidden words sounded like lullabies leaking from her tongue and her punches felt like soft blows of kisses.

I selfishly absorbed her misery and used her love. Straining to keep her mad, and beautiful.

The fog cleared. Silence followed. The presence of the humidity engulfed us with unfathomable pebbles. Beauty prevailed.

a poem i wrote on the sheep meadow.

#love #sad #kisses #beautiful #rain #beauty #her #storm

Sophie Hartl Mar 2015

slugs

sluggishly whispering hints
hoping you would notice
instead obliviously ignoring the obvious

a vial with a drop of truth
an ocean with a spill of lies
but blaming you for being blind

watching you watch her
feathers in your eyes welcomed me
truthfully really allured her

instead i blamed you for my mistakes
but knew i was suppressing a bittersweet reality
truthfully only wanting all i couldnt

:)

#love #reality #her #you #wants #needs #conflicts