Author: Sophie
ultimatum
i’ve started a new notebook to handwrite my poetry notes. i’ve always loved books that show a creator’s process. it’s so interesting to see iterations of thinking. my writing starts out fragmented with the idea in plain thought, then i translate it to how my poetry voice wants to be spoken that day. here’s: ultimatum
siren
we did it everyone, another day where the earth is still spinning. i’m happy we’re all still here. here’s: siren i cannot lose, i refusebut despite it allyour siren calldraws me in & pulls me down down through the seasto weather your stormgasping for my breathbut i’m already yours sophiemay♡
conflict
such a lovely weekend. even at the end of all of it, i’m excited to just think about what i’m feeling and just write a silly little poem to encapsulate whatever is on my mind. i get to explain things in whatever lens i’m viewing from that day. it can be introspective, fractured, feisty, who
a sleepy little poem
today was lovely. i allowed myself to take it a little easier, and it was well worth it. i’m still sleepy, so here’s: a sleepy little poem the air feels heavybecause the essenceof living is sharedby us all sophiemay♡
persistence
the feeling of knowing something that you don’t understand. kind of like following what the soul guides like it’s seeking nourishment of it’s own volition. but – it knows where to go. sometimes it keeps the secret from the brain and heart, but with it’s own flourish it nudges onward. only once it reaches its
divinity
everyone deserves to find their sweet forever and peace within themselves. nihilism truly makes me sad. being a human doesn’t have to have a grand meaning, but why waste a life being less than you know you could be? be the best friend/partner/person you can be. maybe you won’t reach enlightenment in this lifetime, but
duality
too little sleep for too many nights has finally caught up to me, and the anxiety is coming out to play. easter was lovely as always, but i crashed at the end and wasn’t sure i was going to get back up. i’ve twisted my thoughts inwards a bit too hard, and feel like i
changeling
this one is a little unsettling, sure. but it’s for good reason i promise! i’m playing in a D&D game tonight and my old character is going to move on from the group to pursue their own whims. my new character is a changeling who is going to assume the form of my old character
coffee
i was told about this prompt, and knew that i had to give it a go. it was so fun thinking about meeting my younger self, and how i would have reacted to my own intense line of questioning. here’s: coffee i met my younger self for coffee.he looked just as i remembered; strong, with
inevitable
tonight i learned that i’m not going to describe every poem, but sometimes just vent about my day. kind of like a grab bag. maybe knowing my headspace will give new perspective to the poems. or maybe even make them more confusing, which would be even more fun. anyways i played My Time at Sandrock