Category: Poetry
bloom
we are soooo back. poetry is going to stick around, because it waters my soul. i got sucked into the black hole for a moment, but found that it was beautiful. in the busy summer, i’ll likely be a bit less consistent, but i forgive myself. here’s: bloom bee to my daisy,lost in the bloom.search
black hole
hi :). here’s: black hole you are an enigma.shunned by the stars for refusing to fall.more fiery than the sun,& more calming than the moon. i never stood a chance against your pull;for if you were to collapselike a dying star,i would gladly sink into your gravity. sophiemay♡
sit
learning how to enjoy your time off is a skill that’s worth mastering. we’re conditioned to always be doing something, otherwise we’re considered lazy. most of the time, these expectations come from ourselves. in a work force where the average adult works 40+ hours per week, to not allow yourself to relax is practically self-harm.
avoidance
i’m a lover. i fall hard, i fall fast, and i want to give every relationship my absolute all (romantic or otherwise). the problem with this approach, is i often lose a bit of myself in the process. it’s taken me a long time to realize it, and now when i find myself with extra
loophole
i got a book on the greatest works of edgar allen poe today, and i forgot just how hard it is to read classical poetry. my brain feels like it’s melting and being reconstructed. luckily i had the ethereal healing of Aurora’s What Happened to the Heart to bring me back to bliss. i’m excited
anxiety
this poem actually means a lot to me. when i started writing it, i did not expect that. but the more i wrote, the more anxious i became. much like the poem itself, something that starts harmless eventually becomes something you never asked for. here’s: anxiety overthinking is horrifying –you twist your thoughtsso hard youcan’t
it’s okay to fly
coincidence or not, the brightness of my writing is coming out with the sun. i’m beginning to see the beauty in nature, which i’ve never been able to do. my soul is healing. here’s: it’s okay to fly little bird –you’ll learn to trustthe steady handthat seeks to nurture little bird –you’ll grow every daylearn
gaze
i take some days off now, because i’ve been handwriting in my notebook lately and some of them are more personal to me. rest assured i’m still writing nearly every day and still in love with poetry. also in love with my dog. unrelated to poem. 💞 here’s: gaze i looked up for the first
unseen battle
we’re all doing our best, just try to give other people a little bit of grace. people are inherently good, and the day i stop believing that is the day i’ve lost my way. here’s: unseen battle it’s okay to fearwhat others seethey can’t knowyour anxieties sophiemay♡
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