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

762

Writings

163

Followers

Following

Last I Am Picked

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The last petal to be picked,

But I am shriveled of vitality

From the loss of attention

That waters my mortality.

Last I am picked

Out of pity.

Maybe I’d be chosen first

If only I was pretty.

This life of constant hope

That I could be first…

It’s exhausting

And utterly cursed....

Poetry

The Illness

Margaret Sok

3 min read

It was a curse to be a women…at least that’s what Jeb believed.

His wife had died of a mysterious illness that caused her limbs to lock, making her immobile. She couldn’t speak or cry, yet her pain was so severely shown on her pale face each and everyday until she finally died, leaving Jeb with a broken heart and a young daughter.

Jeb’s daughter, Isabelle, had also died from the mysterious illne...

Song Stuck

Margaret Sok

1 min read

A simple melody

Yet it repeats so strongly

In the wisps of notes

Breezing my thoughts

And ensnarling every crevice

With its singing lure—

I’ve got a song stuck in my head....

Poetry

A New Life

Margaret Sok

3 min read

My bruised hands mop the floor, my skin burning.

“Alia, these floors better be sparkling by the time I arrive home with the girls,” Mrs. Spar demanded.

I looked at the expanse of dirtied marble, footsteps of mud cover the surface. It’ll be impossible to clean this floor in time.

“Mrs. Spar, I won’t have enough time. People from your ball just left. There’s no way in twenty minutes I can have—“...

Poisoned By Whom?

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The sickly pale girl

With bouncy, dark curls,

Adored in cloudy pearls

Watches snow fall from bed.

Her coughs stifle the air,

Making everyone aware

Of her “impending despair”,

Or that’s what the doctor said.

A young life poisoned with pain,

Yet the doctor can’t explain

The cause of such to obtain.

It’s all confusing to the head.

The mother walks in with smiles

At her fragile daughter’s tr...

Poetry

Love Is Not A Weakness

Margaret Sok

1 min read

His warm hands contrast against the coldness of my own.

“Lia….” Theo whispered, his tone questioning the tears running down my face.

The words in my throat failed to leave my mouth; only sobs escaped, sending worry to Theo.

“Darling,” he said, gently.

The small voice of love sent tears to fall quicker and heavier.

“I-I am so dreadfully tired of feeling so weak,” I confessed, the words filled ...

He Lied

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“Yesterday at the coffee shop, they were all out of muffins! And because I was so angry, I walked to the other one on Bathe Street and guess who I saw,” May said with excitement.

I looked at her with curiosity. “Hm,” I said. “Ben?”

May laughed at my guessing of her crush.

“No, silly, I saw Clara and Leo together, like _together together_.”

My heart dropped.

May kept speaking, “I was shocked. ...

Desolate Soul

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Everyone is dead.

The ship is half submerged, pierced by ice and cold waves.

I am standing on a sheet of ice, just thick enough to hold my weight. My skin is frosting over and my limbs are shaking with pain.

_You’re going to die_, a voice says in my head.

Tears turn to icicles, burning my skin with a coldness unlike anything.

_You’re going to die_, the voice repeats, ringing in my head.

“No!...

Loved By Two

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I am in love with her…

and how could I not be.

Her words evoke such feelings

That my heart begs for her each beat.

Her beauty outshines the flowers

That seem to grow beneath her feet.

She’s lovely, in both her heart and mind,

Carrying herself with dignity.

As much as I love her heart,

Her soul is what I am devoted to.

Love me, my love, love me.

——

She holds a sort of vitality

That my bo...

Poetry

A Stick

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Life is like a sharp stick,

Poking you, yet not piercing,

Urging you to step forward;

Hurting you when you wish to step back....