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

848

Writings

179

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Outcast

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Do they think I have nothing to say?

Though I am silent, my thoughts are not.

Surrounding the coffee table, the group talks of school and upcoming assignments, but they ignore me as if I were just another piece of furniture in the room.

I focus my hearing upon their words, yet their distance muffles their conversation.

Am I not good enough to talk with them?

They’re laughing now…I am sure at...

Happy Mistake

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Cake was everywhere. Sweet buttercream was smeared on my face and white vanilla cake was mashed all around me.

I looked at the remains of the three-tier cake and laughed at its wrecked shape.

I lied on the ground, cake surrounding me in a sweet sensational dream.

“This is a beautiful mess,” Charlie said, staring at me with a hint of laughter gleaming in his eye.

I grabbed a chunk of cake and t...

Playing With Fire

Margaret Sok

1 min read

He is my tragedy—

My burning fire of passion.

I know if I dare to let him spark

My kindling heart

I’ll be playing with fire....

Poetry

Training

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“He’ll cut you down as I’d if you were a mere weed,” Agnes said, pulling her sleeves up.

“Who?” I asked while tightened my shoe laces, prepared for the coming training session.

“Him.” Agnes pointed to a tall man, covered in silver armor. Weapons hung on his belt, all shiny clean. “That’s Caspian. He’s our training leader.”

Caspian strut towards us as if he were annoyed having to train us.

“Li...

Runaway Bride

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The trees were laughing at me. Their leaves were clicking in snickers.

Mud was over my white dress as I lied on the ground.

Runaway bride I was....

A Firefly And A Wish

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Lying on the ground, shining brighter than the vibrant colors of the rainbow, was a small firefly.

Rather than glowing yellow, the firefly shone with an iridescent color.

I studied the small bug, trying to understand the meaning.

Where was the promised gold?

“It was never promised gold would be found at the end of a rainbow,” the small firefly buzzed.

I froze.

“People are always disappointed ...

You Were Supposed To Be Here

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The sunset wavers across the sky,

showing off hues of pink and orange.

Soft sounds of fluttering leaves

Breeze through my ears like a light melody.

Flowers sway in the gentle wind,

Like the ones you used to gift me.

My hand feels the ghost of another…

Yours is missing from my grasp.

The dirt beneath my feet

Is holding the only heart I ever loved.

You were supposed to watch every sunse...

Poetry

A Wolf And A Dream

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I wake up in a sweat, my breathing heavy.

_It’s just a dream_, I tell myself.

Yet this time I feel the scratch of a thin branch and hear the howling of a mourning wind.

Red lights hinder my eyesight.

I am no longer in my bed, but in a strange forest with sickly pine trees.

_You cannot escape this_, the wind sings.

I look to my right and find a small fawn sniffing a flower. Blood splatters on ...

Astray

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I must swallow my fear, but I’m afraid the pill is to big.

His anger causes my heart to race; my thoughts splinter into _what ifs_ and _what to dos. _

My eyes threatened to fill with weak tears, swelling and releasing the scares.

How can I keep my anxiety hidden from his red view?

His haunting anger hits every bone, breaking every piece of hopeful tranquility.

**_But imagine how he feels_**...

The Ocean’s Heart

Margaret Sok

1 min read

His eyes were inescapable. They lingered on me, studying my every move and motive.

“You cannot win this,” he said, pushing his sword closer to my neck.

The cold steel sent shivers down my throat.

I stare back into his oak brown eyes and respond, “I don’t need to win. You just need to lose.”

I push him back with all my might. His blade scarcely misses my neck.

With swift feet, I run from him, t...