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.
“Love each other or die”
If little kids love chaos
They’ll leave their toys around
And then grandma will do all the picking up, and...
“We’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep us going”
Before I wore a bra I was a happy outcast. I used to sing in the...
I see dead people.
Population: 1.
But there's more on the inside
More voices in that mind
Climbing for the principal's chair, it turns...
She has eyes that see the future
But she knows if she looks on
She will see the roads to trouble
And feel her worry gone
Arrogant and...
She’s in the fruit of her youth
They all are
With cherry red lips curvy hips and fluttering lashes
Delicate hands and open hearts
Torn...