"soph" poems - Hello Poetry

Tissues and beers My own tears Wasted on you Gas and yelling My favorite perfume, so pretty smelling Wasted on you Friendships lost, my favorite socks **** and TV and black flip flops All wasted on you I wasted myself on you

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC

calli-kirra

Soph pt 3

Tissues and beers My own tears Wasted on you Gas and yelling My favorite perfume, so pretty smelling Wasted on you Friendships lost, my favorite socks **** and TV and black flip flops All wasted on you I wasted myself on you

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Here we are After all these years After all the laughter And all the tears. We’ve been Fresh Meat, Soph-ies and Ickle Juniors. But this year we were at the top, Number 1 Seniors. But that title’s over. Now that our real lives begin. We forever hold the title “Alumni”, The class of 2010.

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Sep 13, 2011

Sep 13, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC

victoria-ashley-keeling

2010

Here we are After all these years After all the laughter And all the tears. We’ve been Fresh Meat, Soph-ies and Ickle Juniors. But this year we were at the top, Number 1 Seniors. But that title’s over. Now that our real lives begin. We forever hold the title “Alumni”, The class of 2010.

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I remember the night before Philly. I drove over a little too fast, and waited outside a little too long so you wouldn’t notice. Because I was always rushing for you when you were trudging behind me. To my small self of 16, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my summer days but with you. By summer days I mean nights, and by nights I mean anytime after 10, or sometimes one a.m., you know, the times that you would call me. I remember helping you pack for college; the day seemed lonely and you seemed free. Your clothes were piled on top of boxes that would never be able to hold them. But somehow you still managed to leave. “So I’ll see you over break, I guess,” was all you had to say. And somehow this stark simplicity justified my ways. I only felt the insincerity of that brief phrase as I sat alone over break. It played in my head as I pictured my hand hitting your face.  I don’t have time for guessing. And I most definitely can sew up the time I left open for you. You seemed so beautiful in the summer, but maybe it was just the shine of the sun. I felt alive driving to your house, but maybe it was just the adventure of our run. I realize now who I was to you. It took five months, cities away and laughs so few. But I was your designated driver, your friend when you needed one, your nap when you were tired. I was your help-me-pack-for-college friend, your, “Soph, grab me and Connor,” friend. Your hungover coffee, your fill in at tables set for two. And now from Philadelphia, I mean nothing to you.

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Oct 19, 2012

Oct 19, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC

sophia-rae

Philadelphia

I remember the night before Philly. I drove over a little too fast, and waited outside a little too long so you wouldn’t notice. Because I was always rushing for you when you were trudging behind me. To my small self of 16, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my summer days but with you. By summer days I mean nights, and by nights I mean anytime after 10, or sometimes one a.m., you know, the times that you would call me. I remember helping you pack for college; the day seemed lonely and you seemed free. Your clothes were piled on top of boxes that would never be able to hold them. But somehow you still managed to leave. “So I’ll see you over break, I guess,” was all you had to say. And somehow this stark simplicity justified my ways. I only felt the insincerity of that brief phrase as I sat alone over break. It played in my head as I pictured my hand hitting your face.  I don’t have time for guessing. And I most definitely can sew up the time I left open for you. You seemed so beautiful in the summer, but maybe it was just the shine of the sun. I felt alive driving to your house, but maybe it was just the adventure of our run. I realize now who I was to you. It took five months, cities away and laughs so few. But I was your designated driver, your friend when you needed one, your nap when you were tired. I was your help-me-pack-for-college friend, your, “Soph, grab me and Connor,” friend. Your hungover coffee, your fill in at tables set for two. And now from Philadelphia, I mean nothing to you.

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I've decided I don't care anymore Hey Soph, wanna go Kiss my boyfriend? Have fun babe. Hanna! Hey! Wanna call all my Other friends worthless losers To my face? Cool. Lauren. Keep on spreading those rumors, Knock yourself out. Because I Don't Give A single **** Anymore Oh and sorry this isn't all rhymey and **** Not everyone's creative But everyone has problems

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC

jane-doe-5

Decisions

I've decided I don't care anymore Hey Soph, wanna go Kiss my boyfriend? Have fun babe. Hanna! Hey! Wanna call all my Other friends worthless losers To my face? Cool. Lauren. Keep on spreading those rumors, Knock yourself out. Because I Don't Give A single **** Anymore Oh and sorry this isn't all rhymey and **** Not everyone's creative But everyone has problems

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Sophie this is for you Never met a girl as wild as me I know you know it too A heavy tolerance to match mine The same devious brown eyes Sit next to me, it'll be okay Got sent away then Few weeks into May when Summer started in like five days and I didn't believe her Words soaked in sweetener I took it lightly Until I stopped getting chimes from her Hey Calli, it's Sophie I'm leavin today at two I hope ill get a letter from you Don't back down Run that mouth Be as crazy as you are when I'm around Ill be back at the end of August I promise

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Sep 6, 2013

Sep 6, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC

calli-kirra

Soph

Sophie this is for you Never met a girl as wild as me I know you know it too A heavy tolerance to match mine The same devious brown eyes Sit next to me, it'll be okay Got sent away then Few weeks into May when Summer started in like five days and I didn't believe her Words soaked in sweetener I took it lightly Until I stopped getting chimes from her Hey Calli, it's Sophie I'm leavin today at two I hope ill get a letter from you Don't back down Run that mouth Be as crazy as you are when I'm around Ill be back at the end of August I promise

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We party, we rage, ain't it all so great? So much fun, so above But now Sugey and Seb, they're both dead And pretty Savannah is in a hospital bed Wires and tubes, I think of me and you How it coulda been us, under an unforgiving moon The car on fire, hot with teen desire To run around, don't come down All alone all together in a masked- up city But this time the morning after is way worse than ****** "You and me Soph, we got invited there" And I had put on mascara and done my hair So crazy, so surreal And it happened so quick Now pretty party-queen Savannah? She has to live with it

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC

calli-kirra

The Cool Kids

We party, we rage, ain't it all so great? So much fun, so above But now Sugey and Seb, they're both dead And pretty Savannah is in a hospital bed Wires and tubes, I think of me and you How it coulda been us, under an unforgiving moon The car on fire, hot with teen desire To run around, don't come down All alone all together in a masked- up city But this time the morning after is way worse than ****** "You and me Soph, we got invited there" And I had put on mascara and done my hair So crazy, so surreal And it happened so quick Now pretty party-queen Savannah? She has to live with it

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NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

NON SERVIAM

NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.

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I could never fight you, pretty My co-first command My right hand man They couldn't catch us You watch the door and I pick the lock, Giggle and sip while he grinds his jaw Clasp your hands together, So I can step up Split it in half so we'll both get enough It's been a year Still can't find us

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May 26, 2014

May 26, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC

calli-kirra

Soph pt 5

I could never fight you, pretty My co-first command My right hand man They couldn't catch us You watch the door and I pick the lock, Giggle and sip while he grinds his jaw Clasp your hands together, So I can step up Split it in half so we'll both get enough It's been a year Still can't find us

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You think you crazy? LIL GIRL GO BACK TO BED Close your always open mouth for once, You ain't seen insane yet I'm sick, a candy sweet ***** You want another cavity? Come take a lick I'm right on the edge, Shut up, you know what I said So now you hard? I guess now you'd rather be than receive I'm borderline like Marilyn, Anna and Britney Angie, Amy, and baby Lindsay You so worn out, Won't survive another trip to the washing machine This ain't a poem, it's a rap And you bout to be my afternoon snack Maybe not, I'm trying to watch my fat Not that i eat too much anyway, Watchin you taught me better than that Sit down, You're a ****** joke It's all in the lines, Your past says so

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC

calli-kirra

Soph pt 4

You think you crazy? LIL GIRL GO BACK TO BED Close your always open mouth for once, You ain't seen insane yet I'm sick, a candy sweet ***** You want another cavity? Come take a lick I'm right on the edge, Shut up, you know what I said So now you hard? I guess now you'd rather be than receive I'm borderline like Marilyn, Anna and Britney Angie, Amy, and baby Lindsay You so worn out, Won't survive another trip to the washing machine This ain't a poem, it's a rap And you bout to be my afternoon snack Maybe not, I'm trying to watch my fat Not that i eat too much anyway, Watchin you taught me better than that Sit down, You're a ****** joke It's all in the lines, Your past says so

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I watch you as you do we figure and I glue to it small simples, lowly tries as tears stream to break and settles, wiley pried open, the shopper lurks products glow, seems too real luster bursts and courts to configure as topspin directs, sets and disperses this I see, selective and the curse it churns to pours so seeply.

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Feb 19, 2021

Feb 19, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC

niel-1

Ain Soph Aur

I watch you as you do we figure and I glue to it small simples, lowly tries as tears stream to break and settles, wiley pried open, the shopper lurks products glow, seems too real luster bursts and courts to configure as topspin directs, sets and disperses this I see, selective and the curse it churns to pours so seeply.

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One line One time My baby girl is such a dime

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Oct 12, 2013

Oct 12, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC

calli-kirra

Soph pt 2

One line One time My baby girl is such a dime

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NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

NON SERVIAM

NON SERVIAM Even at 7 found Catholic transubstantiation hard to swallow. Much preferred the Protestant metaphor better. The priest exposing the host in the monstrance the congregation bowing in veneration. "Corpus Domini nostri..." Now...holy cow Jesus is leaping from the tip of my tongue Christ...clinging to my palate hanging on for dear life before going to pieces slipping down my...gulp . . .oe... soph...a...gus . ". . .In vitam eternam. Amen." The incense from the thurible as it sways making me feel so si...aghhhhh...ck! Me a little Lucifer a lightbringer ...my own morning star. Afraid I am going to throw Him up the second coming as I sit in my pew and stew transubstantiation is the pits.

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