Margaret Sok

I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart

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Margaret Sok

I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart

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Writings

177

Followers

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Slumber Buds

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The soft buds speckled the land—a sign of impending beauty ready to bloom…and a sign of doom.

“We’ll be asleep in seconds, Trove. Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.” Margot put her hands through her hair. “The sleeping scents will cast slumber upon the lands. It doesn’t make it any better that the flowers are planted on a hill.”

Trove surveyed the budding flowers. He shook his head in unac...

The Speckled Rose

Margaret Sok

1 min read

**_Speckled rose_**

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- bittersweet, speckles are fruitful

-blossoms light pink with orange speckles

-hates the sunlight, wait _no_, loves the sunlight

**Water**? —fresh, cold H2O

**Planting**

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Does best under a large tree, yet will still flourish in a field with other species

The **_Speckled Rose_** is very unique and has a strange enigmatic appearance.

It’s the perfect flower...

My Mind Misunderstands

Margaret Sok

1 min read

My mind misunderstands my body.

I wish to be soft,

Yet my features are rugged and harsh.

I am not an elegant rose,

But rather a scornful thorn—

My minds misunderstands....

Poetry

A House And A Home

Margaret Sok

1 min read

_A House_:

Mediocre,

Bright,

A new hopefulness.

_A Home:_

Warm,

Nostalgic,

A hug that hurts to let go....

Poetry

Always

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Damian slammed the door shut, anger fueling each of his movements as he strided towards me. His blue eyes looked almost purple with fiery red rage.

“How could _you_!” He seethed. “Death could’ve taken you from…”

He stopped himself, looking away from my burning gaze.

“From?” I pushed.

“From me,” he finished. “Do you know how dangerous it was going into that burning house?”

I stepped closer to hi...

Vina

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Like a wraith, Vina haunts while staying hidden. Her eyes are silver, like the daggers she holds near her.

Fleeting are her steps, running softly from drops of spilled blood and finsihed missions.

Some may assume Vina to be a performer with how perfect and concise she is with her opponents, with smooth fighting stances and dance-like movements. Her daggers seem to shine like stars in the night. ...

July

Margaret Sok

1 min read

It’s the start of July

And I’ve come to see

You inevitably lied…

You said you’d return

before the sun reached the moon

On a field of green ferns…

Yet out in the horizon of mist

I find nothing of you

That shows you still exist…...

Poetry

I’d Rip My Heart

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I’d rip my heart out for you,

Bleed over my pure cotton shawl

Just for the sake of love—

Veins and all.

I’d rip my precious thoughts

Like petals from a flower

And spur them to you—

Mindless power.

I’d rip my own skin

To stretch or thin

For the sake of your love—

A loving sin?...

Poetry

Silence

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I push everyone away

And accept my fruitful agony.

Thorns wrap around my lips,

Piercing them red.

Silence was a priceless gift—

Only pain I had to pay.

No more will I spur thoughtful words

That skip your ears.

No longer will I confess my love,

Which you so deniably refuse—

Silence was a priceless gift.

My emotions will be held on a leash.

No more fits of rage

Or regretful words will be spo...

Poetry

Heartless

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Greed was sickening, causing a large portion of the population to grow ill…and completely heartless.

“No, honestly, I think the procedure is the best thing to happen to me,” a young girl said, nearing the age of 22. “I mean, look, I’ll never get wrinkles!” She pointed to her forehead.

The interviewer looked at her with a slight expression of disgust. “But you’re only 21. Why risk being heartles...