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.
It's not darkness; there's no lightswitch
It's blackness; there's nothing left.
It's not sinking; it's flying in a cloud
With no roadmap...
Had I been born a pear, I would’ve lived a rotting life. Never would my fruit be peaked at its sweetness, nor its skin unspotted or my...
I’m crying for a woman that I don’t know.
My eyes are not suffused with red though my insides tremor
And the cadent quivering of my hands...
Stolen glances
Wanting sighs
I peak through fingers
He hides his eyes
I start to giggle
He starts to laugh
Strange how he's
my...
I have new shoes.
They were my cousin's and then my sister's, and now they're mine.
They may not light up or clack or shine
And you won...