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

892

Writings

184

Followers

Following

When The Stars Fell

Margaret Sok

1 min read

When the stars fell,

I fell with them.

All my beauty and strength

Withered into dust and ruin.

When the stars fell,

I became a shell

Of broken dreams and hopes,

All forever lost in memory.

When the stars fell,

I knew you’d never know.

You never looked to the sky,

Even when I was a shining star....

Poetry

Cold Disdain

Margaret Sok

1 min read

You kissed me by the oak tree. Your eyes were inescapable.

You said you loved me, yet left me without a breeze of a goodbye.

You looted my heart, stole all my feeling, and left me numb and stone cold.

How could you?

How could you be so cruel to steal the love I save for the ones I trust?

This cold disdain I hold for you will never warm....

A Changed Destiny

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I stare at the television. Deven Martin, the famous painter, introduced his new series of paintings depicting landscapes in the cover of night. I immediately get up to buy them.

I turn the television off and stroll out of my apartment, dodging messy paints and unfinished pieces.

The cold winter air numbs my cheeks.

Why am I going through all this for some simple paintings?

_Because you love him...

The Blood Moon Prince

Margaret Sok

2 min read

As I walked through the forest path, my mind wandered to the Blood Moon last night.

I had never seen anything so mystical as I had in the night sky yesterday.

The big, bold moon was a heavy crimson red, and the color seemed to stain the stars a light shade of pink.

It was such a strange sight.

“You know, Lyra, the Tale of the Blood Moon Prince might actually happen today,” Mabel said, skipping...

A Scream

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Loud.

Strained.

Hoarse.

Aching.

The scream lasts for only a moment, yet it scars every ear near it.

A stained memory it becomes....

Poetry

Darkness To Light

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The web of cracks soon became a hole. The rift opened, dragging me with it.

Into deep, dreading darkness I fell. My arms flew around me, my legs twisted and turned. My breath was stolen from my lungs as my heart continued to beat like the sound of impending doom.

I couldn’t see a thing, on dark, dark, darkness.

Coldness shivered through my body, reminding me I was still living, alerting me with...

Appear

Margaret Sok

1 min read

Bloody trails,

Haunting wails,

Frenzied tales—

This is story long forgotten.

Betsy Fall,

A mighty girl, standing tall,

Receives an unexpected call

From a man named Paul.

“Hello Betsy, its been awhile.

Come outside, let’s walk a mile.

I miss your perky smile!”

Paul was one to beguile.

Betsy, curious and bored,

Walked out the door toward

A man, whose blue shirt couldn’t be ignored.

A tremb...

Heart At War

Margaret Sok

1 min read

This is the scent of blood—

Cold steel feeling stone.

This is the time we run

Fast, slow, over we roam.

We run and bleed

On the flowers of gold.

We falter and die

On this ground of deathly hold.

Pierce your heart,

Plague your thoughts—

You’ll never escape

What your soul haunts.

Let the rain replace your tears.

Crack the glass of youthful fears.

_Nothi...

Poetry

An Eye

Margaret Sok

1 min read

I look up to the blue sky, speckled with large, bountiful clouds.

Each cloud passes by slowly, inching towards the edge of the horizon.

As my head lays down comfortably on the soft grass, my eyes peer above.

Loneliness swallows me whole as I admire the bouncing clouds…until I see the one.

A cloud in the shape of an eye watches me from above. It sees the aching pain within me; the dreading fe...

Poetry

A Winged Morning

Margaret Sok

1 min read

The morning light burned my sensitive eyes. Singing birds seemed to elate my grogginess.

“Why does my back ache?” I whispered to myself as I got out of bed.

Suddenly, I felt a heaviness in my back.

A feather brushed me.

I screamed.

I stood up and looked in the mirror in pure horror.

I had grown a large pair of white-feathered wings.

“What on earth…” I said, my words stumbling in disbelief. ...