Poems from TheRumBook

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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.
Finally  My soul can breathe Familiar, welcome Expand my lungs Tickle my nostrils Climb up my throat To sit on my tongue I taste the...
I know the prettiest people on Earth, and they would be the sweetest smelling flowers With gorgeous colors and Large petals  No, not just...
Hi, my name is Nobody and I'm an alcoholic. 
These red lips aren't red for you I didn't bight them because I was  Anticipating anything Or scared I didn't paint my face because  The...
Late one night I was baking The most scrumptious of apple pies When I heard a rustling in the garden A movement beyond the night So I...

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