[Sophieness]

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[lynzee]

awww Sophie, that's very touching. I really like it. :yes

 

[Sophieness]

strike the match

I wanna sweep the streets with the dead fall trees
burn the brush growing thick up to our knees
whisper in your ear and jump in the water
start anew, not anybody's daughter
our minds meet at the borders of peripheral vision
sensual vibe cuts through me like an incision
so sew me up delicately, with butterfly stitches
we'll say goodbye having tasted riches

 

[Sophieness]

thanks smilinginside

 

[rusalka]

:fall
So impressive, Sophieness!

 

[Sophieness]

ops
thanks

 

[Shrug]

I keep telling you you're talented :yes

 

[yinyang]

Beautifully discriptive writing... I can feel your words. Truly impressive!

 

[Sophieness]

long drive

the cities and fields of our homestate
roll past my passenger window at dusk
we share jokes and stories and songs
but the weight of old secrets
feels heavy in my pockets

hours later I reach towards the volume dial
to turn the music to a whisper
imploring you to swear trust
I spill over, speaking haltingly at first
then quicker, broken by pauses and breaths

but you, like the posies lyric
"always the patient one..."
take the ember from my sooted hands
turn it over protected by your thicker skin
and toss it out to expire on the highway shoulder

your words plant forgiveness in my heart
like the blowing grasses of this landscape
our conversation leaves me lighter
and I am reminded, or realize for the first time
that we were cut from the same cloth...

and how much I do love you, brother

 

[bellicose]

Sophie's a poet
& I didn't know it!

I reach towards the volume dial
to turn the music to a whisper
imploring you to swear trust
I spill over, speaking haltingly at first
then quicker, broken by pauses and breaths

Beautiful! I really dig your style.

 

[Sophieness]

hey thanks

 

[juliet21]

strike the match

I wanna sweep the streets with the dead fall trees
burn the brush growing thick up to our knees
whisper in your ear and jump in the water
start anew, not anybody's daughter
our minds meet at the borders of peripheral vision
sensual vibe cuts through me like an incision
so sew me up delicately, with butterfly stitches
we'll say goodbye having tasted riches

Wow! you are an amazing writer..I esp loved this piece. For some reason it reminded me of something ani difranco would write....which coming from me is a compliment cause i love her!
have you ever tried sumbitting any of your work for publication? If not i think you should def give it a try, you are really talented.

 

[Sophieness]

eek noooo...
lol -blush- thanks though

 

[Sophieness]

musicians

notes fall like raindrops
your guitar is a prism
the strings, my nerves and muscles
as I listen
my blood flows to your rhythm
leaves to the wind- you make people move
joints pivot and glide
your words and voice take flight,
a honed arrow to my spirit
so new and ancient
long as it's from the heart
I feel it in my every cell
and sing along tentatively
so play music
grab the microphone
and really sing my quiet voice...
you do it for your existence
but it makes my days bearable
hey,
thanks

 

[Andre]

Your poetry flows well. I especially like "strike a match," too.

 

[Sophieness]

haiku

shivering at the bus stop
less thrilled than the crow :/
flying by beak full of bread

___

I love haiku lol.
this one makes me laugh.

 

[Sophieness]

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[Sophieness]

haiku 2

did you know your heart, hidden
is like spring mornings
pure mist, and beautiful

 

[Sophieness]

"I'm going to make money"

you talk of how you're going to make money
like you're some rising star
and sure you are, you are
so thirsty for recognition
just don't let it take you too far

passion and sincerity may not buy you
a cup of coffee - or a porsche for that matter
but money is trash compared
with intangible things; its lust reduces (one in proportion to)
so be careful, what it turns you into

you have this high revved up drive
what will you do with it once you arrive
don't you see better destinations
than cars and bills, luxury materials
the costly and meritless trophies of imperials

I wouldn't breathe a word right now, I don't want to be offensive
but out of poverty dear
life is not so expensive
I know you can't change memories or fears,
there is just something special about you- I'll admit,

and I don't want to watch you sell it.

 

[orwen2000]

Hi Sophieness, your poems are great!
It was a very, very pleasant surprise reading this forum after an absence and finding new poems by you, I just read them all and when I was finished I realized I was holding in my breath, and I exhaled in wonder. The opening stanza of Long Drive took me by surprise: I've been actually struggling with a poem that started with a very similar setting and mood (but eventually went on to another direction. I've abandoned it for now because I couldn't see where it was going and I didn't have time). I liked all the rest too, especially Strike The Match, the Haiku (both of 'em), and why is it.