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

783

Writings

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Busy Morning

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Coffee in hand, no time to spill, with time ticking away and people bugging around. I can’t seem to pass the slowest walkers; it takes patience to not scream GO!

Cars and buses honk and hustle.

If only I worked somewhere quieter and less busy, maybe I could finally enjoy the coffee in my hand....

Am I A Villain?

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The people screaming rung throughly through my ears, piercing me with the reminder of the blood on my hands.

_I am no better than him_, I thought.

I forced myself to leave the scene, where a man was killed and I was the killer.

Thankfully my mask hid my identity, but it did not hide the truth that I was a villain.

_But the man did cruel, horrible things! It was self-defense, _my head told me. ...

Winter Has Come

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The frost bloomed across the windows,

blinding the sun from shining within.

No birds sang, no frogs hummed.

Everything went silent.

Trees shivered, their leaves frosted blue.

The ground turned white with snow.

Flowers soon became hidden,

buried in a grave of soft snowflakes.

Winter has come in summer,

casting everything

blue and cold…

sad and stone....

Poetry

A Call Away

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I walked down the sage green path of grass and whimsy wildflowers. I slightly swung my basket filled with bread and jam for Mrs. Welland.

The sky was a harsh blue hue speckled with white, bouncy clouds.

Today I would see him, William Welland.

“Oh dearest Elsbeth, you are more beautiful each time I see you,” Mrs. Welland said with a sweet smile, grabbing the bread and jam from me.

I smiled. “T...

The Heart And The Head

Margaret Sok

1 min read

“You fool, beat, beat,” the brain said to the heart with its weak pulse.

“It hurts,” the heart responded, its voice hollow and aching. “I may be broken.”

“Broken things can still work, now beat, or we will risk death!” The brain shouted.

“Death may be kind to hold us…”

“Oh, Heart, stop your dramatics! You do this all the time! The feeling will pass, now beat!” The brain begged.

“Knowing this wi...

Once

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Letters were once sent by lovers

From the beaks of pigeons.

Pages upon nutmeg-colored pages were written

Of loving words and promises.

Now simple texts

Without any meaning

Are sent without the passion

Or love that once raged.

People once declared they

Loved each other from the moon and back,

But you say you only love me

From the coldness of Antarctica....

I’ll Take The Gamble

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I’ll take the gamble,

Even with the slim chances,

For my heart will always beat

With the revelation_ I love you_…

Now it’s time I tell what’s true.

I’ll take the gamble

For I cannot stop the nightmares

Of the lost time

If I never say the words—

They need to be heard.

I’ll take the gamble,

I tell myself true

As I walk through the gates

Of our unchanging fate—

“I love you,” I say.

“I do not,...

Poetry

Mystical Beings

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Humans can take many forms, all uniquely different.

Some have wings that allow them to ride the wind.

Others have iridescent skin, able to camouflage.

And some have abilities to breathe beneath the salty sea.

Humans, how mystical they are....

Sunshine

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I made my decision—I would go outdoors one last time.

“Mom, are you sure?” Aspen asked, worry creasing her brow.

I nodded.

She helped me form my bed, which I had been living in for months.

The revelation the doctors told me last night still pierced my heart with pain…my death was soon and inevitable.

Aspen rolled me in my wheelchair, parading me through the home I used to jump and sing in w...

Love Is A Lie?

Margaret Sok

3 min read

I feel the heaviness of helplessness resting upon me, constantly reminding me I need to lie.

_Irenea, lie,_ a voice says in my head.

_Irenea, no,_ another says from my heart.

“Well?,” Mother asked. “Where were you last night?”

My mouth refused to move.

“Irenea!” Mother shouted. “You were to be home by midnight, yet you were not found anywhere til this morning! _Where were you?_”

The question...