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

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

tangled up in blue

if i could not see
i'd use my hands to feel
the peaks and valleys
of your face and body

if i could not feel
neither love nor blues
i'd listen to the sound of your lips
sinking against my skin
and to our melody of
blossoming azure crocuses too

if i could not hear
i'd watch your lips,
like clouds, gently
sifting through the air
as i wish to gently sift through
when i'm tangled up in blue

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

fair and unfair

beauty is fair, justice is fair
yet one is oval shaped and one is square
so fair an unfair circular world
where from the land we claim to share
seeds of greed sprout their leaves

beauty is fair, justice is fair
yet one is clothespinned,
the other drifting through the air
blind and bare
one is scarce, the other found everywhere
so even an uneven disappearing land
shrinking as rapidly as our courage
to mold the surplus
to the deficit
and shape a fairer fairer world of this.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

calm

the calm waits
at the depths of summer
the air, the wind, the water
one afternoon
soaking into another
as seashells absorb
eternity in an hour

if words could hold the world
they would bend and
bridge the horizons of this earth
from sand to wind,
fearful to fearlessness

watch as the spaces between
the words and seashells widen
as will the horizon
quietly.    respectfully.



for the depths of the earth
awaits the calm
all year long



Friday, August 12, 2016

time

unraveling
the way a thread
twirls a spool

limited
as are the number of stars
in the night sky

quiet
as is the moon
that observes the spool
dancing through the night

unknown
as are the colors
of the next sunrise

discreet
as darkness
fading into light

lose you

this loss
shouldn't feel
like loss
admit your love
is true and on the loose
for you've got
nothing to lose
but a thread of breath as
bold as the moon
yes i'll hold
a thread of your breath
like the sky
holds the moon

Friday, August 5, 2016

where my trust belongs

my trust does not belong
in a full moon every night or
in thrown away towels
along rocky trails leading uphill.
to the voices telling me to be small;
beyond sensitivity into the territory of fragility,
here, my trust does not belong.
For I am made of more than porcelain.

I am made of stardust, faith, and love for
my trust belongs
in the brightness of the stars
as much as it belongs in the silence and the dark.
It lies in the untouched corners of the universe,
in the strength of faith and love and
between the fearless breaths of a girl on a run.
My trust belongs in the strength of my arms
to propel my legs through the last straightaway.

We are made to be
fearless, bold and strong.
These are the places
our trust belongs.

clouds below me

cotton wings that
sift and blend
dancing lead
twirling off the edge
twirl and sift
sift and blend
I lay and face a cloudless blue
empty like a frame
a valley swirls with stolen shapes
light as cotton wings

love

watching corn stalks dance at noon
twirling like the clouds
how lightening silk strikes their gaze, 
shadows interlaced

fears that roam the pastel sky
swifter than the breeze
gently leaping boundlessly
bolder than the night

from this cliff the sun will rise
higher than the sea
so hold my hand, trust in touch
shadows float with ease

twirl and sift
twirl and sift

loving indefinitely.