Poems from TheRumBook
Hi all! I'm Sophie, but my favorite person/creative writing teacher says that I MUST go by the name "Soflow" when I do spoken word... Yes, "flow," not "flo," as in South Florida, though I do abide there. Anyway, I've written some awful junk (I can tell you that!) all my life, but now that I'm a high school senior, it's pretty good, in my opinion. I'll explain myself the same way I do on Wattpad (username iMunsterCookiez because I made it eons ago): The Rum Book is a real thing in my life, and as a journal it's beautiful. It literally stands for something I can put anything and everything into, yet the beauty of it is that it is welcome to others and their sentiments. If anything I write offends you, you're more than welcome to lecture me. Argue me. Standing up is one thing that keeps us all alive, so by all means show me a piece of yourself.
Unless you're telling me that you're righter than I am. In that case, go screw yourself.
Not a prayer could forgive
The injustice done
On sacred grounds
Or the blood split
Or Trail of Tears.
Nor could one admit
The hyprocrisy...
People write to inspire, to change an opinion, to sell a book, to sell a point - but those don’t define my reasons. Asking me why I write...
Watch him go!
The silly thing
The pitiful, puny, ugly thing
Six grabbing
Appendages
Crawling up the table leg
The shadow of my finger...
When birthday cakes
Get frostbite,
I relate.
When coins aren's used
For their rust,
I sympathize.
Once upon a time
I was a ...
Stop it
I'm sorry kids
But yes,
There's no afterlife
And we will die
You wonder why
I did this
Melted ice caps and
Starved kids
As if...