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.
My teacher checks my papers
My mommy checks her weight
My daddy checks his watch
While I look for a play mate
My bestie checks her hair...
Tuck your chin to your chest
And walk quickly
Tuck your elbows to your sides
Shut your ears
Stop the shoulders
From brushing against...
Yeah. Uh. I’ll have a two-by-six, hold the ranch, I’ll have to say wheat… yeah, wheat. Does it have to be cold? Gah. Extra thick...
I was born to fly
But a dandelion knows
Wishes will kill me
To live silently
Quench misery
Hide demons
That's not my poem.
My words aren't stolen from my pride
I'm not broken inside
Now that some...