Submissions by SophiaRose (Nc Pauze)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jul 2014 7:59pm
2nd Jul 2014 7:59pm
Your Two Natures
I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. I'm a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing battle with each other.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
Aimlessly scrolling through quotes online I stumbled upon this one. Such a poignant quote, symbolizing an internal struggle amongst women and men. I am one of the women this quote relates to, I have incessantly wrestled against my two sides....
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
Aimlessly scrolling through quotes online I stumbled upon this one. Such a poignant quote, symbolizing an internal struggle amongst women and men. I am one of the women this quote relates to, I have incessantly wrestled against my two sides....
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2014 9:25pm
28th May 2014 9:25pm
Call a Spade what it is , A Spade
Just call a Spade a Spade” he repeatedly warned me
You have a heart big enough to kill us all
But when the cards fall, the hearts crumble
You got a way to deal your deck
You've shuffled it so many times
Getting away with it so many times
Your spade flickers with creases, you have that look
The snap of your card could drop me dead here on the floor
The crisp feel of you've touch
It's the sweetest one I have come to know
A spade is spade, is whispered in my ear
Everything seems easy when the cards are stacked up, until it's complicated
The...
You have a heart big enough to kill us all
But when the cards fall, the hearts crumble
You got a way to deal your deck
You've shuffled it so many times
Getting away with it so many times
Your spade flickers with creases, you have that look
The snap of your card could drop me dead here on the floor
The crisp feel of you've touch
It's the sweetest one I have come to know
A spade is spade, is whispered in my ear
Everything seems easy when the cards are stacked up, until it's complicated
The...
746 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2014 9:06pm
28th May 2014 9:06pm
Stitched Heart
Inside my heart, I shall bury him
Friendship more dear to me than others
Stitching the chambers with memories
Love turned grief dulls his needle, feeling each suture twinge
Love shared remains, encapsulating memories within the muscle
Forced to bleed them out, each stitch more excruciating than the other
Aching pains of an old school lesson, no analgesic can relieve
Life circles people in, navigates each to create friendships
I never anticipated stitches, a permanent scar to be given
Trust becomes broken, with forgiveness to follow, he placed 2 stitches ...
Friendship more dear to me than others
Stitching the chambers with memories
Love turned grief dulls his needle, feeling each suture twinge
Love shared remains, encapsulating memories within the muscle
Forced to bleed them out, each stitch more excruciating than the other
Aching pains of an old school lesson, no analgesic can relieve
Life circles people in, navigates each to create friendships
I never anticipated stitches, a permanent scar to be given
Trust becomes broken, with forgiveness to follow, he placed 2 stitches ...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 11:13am
16th Sep 2013 11:13am
Shattered Tears
Water blends her tears, with streams of remembrances
Enfolded in coolness of a ceramic basin, warming from the water draped upon her
Exposed emotion, raw angst, stripped bare of lightness, curled along the floor
The hardened tile becomes her bed, heaviness surrounds
Her bed of regrets, reinforced by a past, toughened to allow a future
No one hears the cries of sorrow, pouring down the drain
Entering her cesspool of shadows, downhearted from life
Washing the sins, the scars remain, desires are...
Enfolded in coolness of a ceramic basin, warming from the water draped upon her
Exposed emotion, raw angst, stripped bare of lightness, curled along the floor
The hardened tile becomes her bed, heaviness surrounds
Her bed of regrets, reinforced by a past, toughened to allow a future
No one hears the cries of sorrow, pouring down the drain
Entering her cesspool of shadows, downhearted from life
Washing the sins, the scars remain, desires are...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 11:12am
16th Sep 2013 11:12am
"Why cant he come home with me?" she mutters
Eyes awaken to darkness surrounding
Heaviness of breath, gasping for air
How does one sense a loss that is not near
Sense a tragedy of death of a love over miles away
The Tele rang, sounding a voice familiar
"Nikki, Nikki, he is dead, he’s gone" words spilt from tears
" He coded, his heart stopped
I am going to vomit" she spoke
" I have to go" she muttered
Silence of noise blankets my body, time...
Heaviness of breath, gasping for air
How does one sense a loss that is not near
Sense a tragedy of death of a love over miles away
The Tele rang, sounding a voice familiar
"Nikki, Nikki, he is dead, he’s gone" words spilt from tears
" He coded, his heart stopped
I am going to vomit" she spoke
" I have to go" she muttered
Silence of noise blankets my body, time...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2013 11:56pm
30th Aug 2013 11:56pm
Letter from a Muderous Mom
October 21st 1997
To My Loving Children,
Peering outside my window, I observe the land our family lived off over the past 50 years. Land that has supported my children and bear the fruits of their lives. Land that has thrived, with happiness and parties, yet underlying with rotting corpses. Corpses I never imagined could remain hidden for so long. The moment has come at 70 years old to sell, to downsize and my secret to come out.
How do I explain the over the year’s bodies are buried throughout the property?
I thought of having the land excavated and cleared of the bones. Yet...
To My Loving Children,
Peering outside my window, I observe the land our family lived off over the past 50 years. Land that has supported my children and bear the fruits of their lives. Land that has thrived, with happiness and parties, yet underlying with rotting corpses. Corpses I never imagined could remain hidden for so long. The moment has come at 70 years old to sell, to downsize and my secret to come out.
How do I explain the over the year’s bodies are buried throughout the property?
I thought of having the land excavated and cleared of the bones. Yet...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 11:51pm
30th Aug 2013 11:51pm
Strumming His Chord Strings
Leaning forward, my flesh upon his flesh
Velvet skin wrapping pressures against his back, arms linked under his torso
Hands caressing his chest, my legs limp alongside his
Blanketed enclosure, our bodies moist with natural warmth
Head resting against his back, feeling his breaths between the words
His words radiating sadness, following his strumming chord strings
Crisp noise sounded the air from sheet music pages turned
Bodies became one, embracing the moment, connecting together for one last time
Velvet skin wrapping pressures against his back, arms linked under his torso
Hands caressing his chest, my legs limp alongside his
Blanketed enclosure, our bodies moist with natural warmth
Head resting against his back, feeling his breaths between the words
His words radiating sadness, following his strumming chord strings
Crisp noise sounded the air from sheet music pages turned
Bodies became one, embracing the moment, connecting together for one last time
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 00:22am
9th Aug 2013 00:22am
Voices
They are all chattering at once, Please stop, please stop! “She is screaming
The voices in her head will not quiet, silence never heard
Each one speaking out loud, communicating with the other
How does one turn it off? They will not without medication
Lying in bed she wonders who she should listen to.
Do I wake up and go to the bathroom? One argues
Do I get up and go to the store? The other thinks
What can we wear today? Another asks
All at the same time, her head is...
The voices in her head will not quiet, silence never heard
Each one speaking out loud, communicating with the other
How does one turn it off? They will not without medication
Lying in bed she wonders who she should listen to.
Do I wake up and go to the bathroom? One argues
Do I get up and go to the store? The other thinks
What can we wear today? Another asks
All at the same time, her head is...
836 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Aug 2013 11:52am
8th Aug 2013 11:52am
His other
He awakens to another day forgetting which woman was in his bed. Walking into the kitchen he glanced towards the foyer, if a designer bag was set on the table, his other was with him. Days seem to mix up for no reason. He hears footsteps creaking along the oak floors and looks up to see his wife. Some days he believes he perceives his others tapping heels striding down the hall, but when he looks no one is there. Even her slippers had a heel, another distinction between his two women. His wife of 20 years arises from the bedroom in a groggy haze. He glimpses at her in such a familiar way...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 1:50am
7th Aug 2013 1:50am
Burning Memories
Engulfing flames embrace this home
Souls trapped inside must behold
Pulsating flames of secrets blister
Fresh air tasting the smoke-filled haze
Roaring higher becoming its grave
Aspiring freedom, breathing its release
Incased wooden walls burning truth
Guarding the souls of whom it contained
Relaxed outside, matches in hand
Believing her faith, resolving veracities
Burn, Burn Burn, emancipating her voice
Memories collapsing within the orange amber glow
Forever sealed into smoldering ashes
Souls trapped inside must behold
Pulsating flames of secrets blister
Fresh air tasting the smoke-filled haze
Roaring higher becoming its grave
Aspiring freedom, breathing its release
Incased wooden walls burning truth
Guarding the souls of whom it contained
Relaxed outside, matches in hand
Believing her faith, resolving veracities
Burn, Burn Burn, emancipating her voice
Memories collapsing within the orange amber glow
Forever sealed into smoldering ashes
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 1:49am
7th Aug 2013 1:49am
Perennial Lady
Busting through the healthy earth
Penetrating its hardest barrier
Sun warming with the ability to provide life
A green stalk budding, expanding sprouting leaves
Loftier each day with strength and promise
Emerging from the year beforehand
Freely to shape itself flattering its uniqueness
Promises of a different bud each year
Awakening each day, spiraling towards the sun
Beaming with the hope of a flowering blossom
All elements beating it downwards
To remain brilliant and uncompromised
The phase comes when the seasons change
Forcing it buried...
Penetrating its hardest barrier
Sun warming with the ability to provide life
A green stalk budding, expanding sprouting leaves
Loftier each day with strength and promise
Emerging from the year beforehand
Freely to shape itself flattering its uniqueness
Promises of a different bud each year
Awakening each day, spiraling towards the sun
Beaming with the hope of a flowering blossom
All elements beating it downwards
To remain brilliant and uncompromised
The phase comes when the seasons change
Forcing it buried...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 11:40pm
7th Jul 2013 11:40pm
aching heart
An aching heart never heals
It remains pounding and swelling of loss
A reminder of what existed and what is present
A shallow pain throbbing with numbing pain
Is there a time allotment for a healing heart?
Sunshine heats the bay
Snow covers the earth crying to thaw
Bark surrounds trees to protect
While the heart remains open
Covered Striated muscle
Open to ones’ coldness
Open to allow injury
Leaving a remaining ache
An ache forever hidden protecting oneself
It remains pounding and swelling of loss
A reminder of what existed and what is present
A shallow pain throbbing with numbing pain
Is there a time allotment for a healing heart?
Sunshine heats the bay
Snow covers the earth crying to thaw
Bark surrounds trees to protect
While the heart remains open
Covered Striated muscle
Open to ones’ coldness
Open to allow injury
Leaving a remaining ache
An ache forever hidden protecting oneself
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