http://slow.writerscafe.org/sophiav The original writings of author Sophia V en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980443 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}Tears from the skyhit my face but it’s dryNo surprise no surprise Where my feelings? In my eyes.I wake up in disguise, Stuck inside. Not alive.I’m still breathing but in size, can’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/2093207/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}Will I ever return to Earth again? Every time my feet come close to touching the ground I’m suddenly thrusted back into suspension.A tree who lost her roots. But now how will she survive ? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/2093206/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 14.0px}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}Holding out my hands in prayer,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/2074227/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}Gradual movements through the caressing clear water.Nothing but chirping birds and the distancing sound of thunder.each rumble energizing my spirit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1931084/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}span.s1 {font-kerning: none}man, high school’s crazy,just a bunch of privileged lazies.Up living a life so hazy,its shady,and i guess this is just a welcome mat into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1914826/ Not everybody has the opportunity to hear the sound of their own voice.Not everyone gets to hear the silence.Not everyone gets to be heard at all.Not everyone gets to laugh uncontrollably.Not everybody gets to be happy at all.Not everybody can pursue their dreams,Not everyone can dream at all.Not ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1911989/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}I hate the pain you feel.And hate the ones that caused it.You're too amazing of a person to deserve such s**t-And f**k it happens so often.Don't listen to them my dear,Their words feed you with poison.You are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1905106/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}I push my past so far behind me-Sometimes I forget that it's there.But that's the point, right?Push it all down till it disappears?The problem with that is when it picks back up.When a trigger presents itself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1905100/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}I don't think I've felt this way since I was about 6 years old.Not only happy to be alive,But actively excited for the day and future days ahead of meIt's pouring rain with no sun out but I still feel bright.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1905099/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}With each breath inMy mind hollows.All my thoughtsThey turn to sorrow.I relive all my nightmaresAnd dream up all my mistakes,I wonder if what I'm doing is rightOr whether my past is a disgrace.My eyes loc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1905098/ That solemn bench that stood betweenThe hollow stonesTheir graves they readTheir stories posted but most decoatedThe words decayed, frayed, by time itself Memories not gone, though a little fadedTomb stones not lost, just a little gratedToppled down stoneDamaged by the windStill holds great hon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1870428/ The wind whispers beauty into my ear,The waves crash into the rock without fear,Feet strung over the edge,Eyes focused on the ledge,Then suddenly all focus is lost in the spectacular sea of blue in front of me.My sight wisped away by the turquoise waves..Here I am, so high up, wind in hair and body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1870427/ I was in a really bad place when I wrote this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1870424/ Okay now stop.Everyone shut up and let me talk.Because this s**t isn't working.I still feel trapped, but I'm lurking.Pacing.Like "what the f**k is wrong with me", and "sophia, chill the f**k out"but I can't. cause Im here.in this god forsaken place.the one where all my nightmares come alive and all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1857408/ Ever since I was a young girl I felt like someone was watching me.The feelings came in the night.Or anywhere dark for that matter.I trained my mind to do its best in muting these feelings. I’ve gotten pretty good at it.Though every once in a while I feel it again.like a soft brush against.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1852403/ Eyes opened or closed,I see things I wish I didn't.Like blood pouring from my veins, filling up the empty room.Screaming and crying facial expressions, but no noise. then I blink.Do other people see these things too?Themselves getting hit by cars, or raped in parking lots?I wonder.On a good day I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1850509/ Do you know what it's like to see the world through my eyes?To have the constant feeling that something bad will happen in the next moment, every moment?To believe in the best in everyone but yourself.To see the beautiful vivid colors of life one second, then switch to black and white the next.To fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1848050/ Okay, what is wrong with our society?What has convinced people to take advantage of our insobriety?They're mindlessly speculating the situations without the facts.They're quietly screaming out the rumors that ever so quick, climax.Where's the morality?!The fundamental values which should be our ment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1842348/ Dear Mom,No everything is not okay.Now when I tell you what I do, just know that I do not want your pity.No reaction would hurt me the most.Nevertheless here it is:Something bad happened to me when I was younger.Not a lot of information about it do I remember.Nearly nobody knowns about it.Noise, I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1840264/ "Abstinence is the best protection"okay you ignorant fool,you can preach all you want,but don't you go thinking that people will follow that "rule".It's sad, really,that you can't come to reality,that people can do what they want with their bodies,the results do not include fatality.Your "morality" .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1836001/ Silent and dark.There is no noise.But the images I see are loud enough.His hands on me and his warm body.I squirm to get away but where's to escape? hands everywhere.touching.silence."help me" I scream but where is my voice?where did it go?why can't I speak?more movement occurs,but it's all big.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1828100/ She.She sits in the back of the room.Somedays she’s energetic and excited.Somedays she’s solemn and quiet.Someday’s she believes in the greatness of humanity,and somedays she questions it.Somedays she sits and thinks about her life,and somedays she ignores it.Someda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1828036/ This is my therapy,when Im down and confused.when i can’t remember those that care about me,when I feel broken and used.This is what I do,when my wrists and mind are already bruised.What I do? I write to you!each word flowing straight out of my heart,no more “break-throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1828033/ Far or near, your words I hear,But oh my dear, you are no fear.a simple peer, though you may sneer,I decide the fate of my own year,it is now clear that my year will not tear,not even a little. from your words like spears.You, the one who once put smiles on my face,are not who I remember.You've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1826459/ The music fills my ears and soul,whilst my heart cracks, leaving yet another hole;isn’t this same old story getting old?Does your soul too feel the same familiar cold?each note pulling a different string,each string, playing with no control,waves of blue pass through my head, my eyes are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1825206/ Sometimes I feel that soon our faces will become expressionlessOur eyes vision-lessOur minds decision-lessBecause of the tiny glowing monster that has created this.I'm hypocritical if I tell you to stop but so is society,We bank on variety,Not even considering sobriety,We're sickTaken over by this e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824848/ when the birds fly free, so do we.the caged bird sings, but he doesn’t breathe.the innocent somehow guilty, life is just unfair.And when unfairness becomes unacceptable, riots soon appear.Our identities turned around, how the hell we end up here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824805/ I’m not here.Im somewhere else.There’s nothing I can do.But breathe and melt.I feel lost and isolated at the same time.I’m invisible.I’m not here.Stuck in my head.My brain is not clear.the gloominess not dissolvable.help, I’m unsolvable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824803/ Just the thoughtmakes me rotmakes me wonder how I forgot,Makes me feel that I am not,the person I once thought.The clock, it’s stuck.this whole thing, f**k!I know now it sucks,but it will get betterthere will be a change in the weather,maybe one day I won’t need this sweater.Eyes do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824802/ A moment captured through poetry of my life struggle of low self esteem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824797/ Written on my mission trip in Guatemala http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824795/ I wrote this on a mission trip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824794/ These times all I see are the dark colors,Hard contrasts and sharpened pictures.Nothing is final,Just a never-ending stream of thoughts.Contemplation.Along with a detailed analysis of myself and where I am.My past all over the floor.My emotions floating like clouds.Dark, dense, clouds, ready to pour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824790/ I have depression and anxiety disorder and thoughts, poems, well, days like these happen all the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sophiav/1824789/