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 generation does not know what to do with their hands.
Their minds.
We bat our eyelashes and
Extend our fake hair
Pretend our waists...
I talk about breadth too much
The way two syllables touch
And how I rush my thoughts or mush my
Feelings into corners of my mind
Heck, I...
When my stitches dissolved, I resolved a plan
A list, if you will
Of qualifications for the perfect man
Or, if you will
The perfect...
My poetry is like a dusty dictionary
(Let me explain my origins and my complications in a way no one wants to understand)
Let me use...
The great buffalo
Was a great liar.
He promised food
And warmth
And sustainability.
If only love was not a scarcity!
If only the herd was...