Friday, October 21, 2016

Pressing pause on this blog

Very excited to continue my poetry journey on a new platform - tumblr! Hopefully you can join me and check it out at: www.scripted-ink.tumblr.com 

Much appreciation,
Sophie 

Friday, October 14, 2016

kilo verse

at first
it's like scripted ink
weighing more than spoken words
unable to surface the tension 
of this kilo verse

at first 
it comes with the tide
silence filling footprints side by side
your halo veils the 
crashing of the night

at first 
it's like the moon
holding the body of the ocean
twirling exuberantly on the surface
a thousand years intertwined

it starts with a kilo verse
that starts with time
and dances to the beat of silence
beginning when your footprints 
are next to mine. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

what does it take

does it take a messy bun,
strands of hair escaping like
the bottoms of baggy jeans
I guess I better replace the skinny ones...

does it take a smile
every time
to make you "feel better"
that I'm alright...

I'm alright.
I don't need your validity
a flower does its best
to bloom despite humidity

but what exactly does it take
to bloom
when the pressure of the weather
is put on the structure of a flower ?

Everything.
(Except you.)

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

presence

free to listen
or to speak
free to breathe in
courage and change
free to breathe in
time
how it is
patiently sitting,
like a candlelight,
forever present
shifting in the moment
time
to breathe out
shakey limbs
and infiltrated fear
free to be bold
and unapologetic,
to own the frame
surrounding me

free to be.

Friday, September 9, 2016

people change

the intensity of change
lies within the
boldness of our mistakes
like cracks in the pavement
you can't erase
cracks in the grey
gradually shifting shades
as i walk this road to change
every step
a conscience choice i make
but if happiness is a choice
from which courage has a voice
why do we shine the
light of change on age
for its heart lies
in the ripples of the ocean
gently twirling with the
morning rising sun,
slow dancing in the
arms of the moon
crescent shaped or not
for i have learned
that all my curves are loved
for i am
as open as my reflection
as bold as the moon
and if you told me that these
would be my words in 2016
I would have laughed
ever so timidly
and called you a fool

i have changed.
and you can too.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

transformations

rapid rhythm
shifting places
changing faces
subway rides

giant stage
words in a cage
reciting lines
changing paces
it's all right

open to closed
yellow to stone
peaceful to restless
river to ice
reflecting
a blooming sunrise
petals of grace
every day
on our way

a road to change

Saturday, August 27, 2016

we are infinite

i used to always write
about the stars
as if a part of me knew
that's where i'd find myself
with you
that night in the dark
and when distance creeps in
alongside limitation
i flip through old pages
and with a glow
am reminded
that together
we are infinite