Being judged, is like you're a parasite. Being studied, under a microscope. It's like being in a box, your head is too big for. The air fills you...Read more
Angela Sophia 🦋
Poet • Writer • Equine Soul Pretty as a rose, piercing as its thorns. ──── ◦ 🖋️ ◦ ──── 🥀 "Staining ears like words on paper."
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Furious flames devour every inch, sparing nothing. A once peaceful home now an angry house. Windows shattered by the heat radiating from the heart o...Read more
A stage in life isn't a rank for comparison. Age doesn't stain the path to success. Every soul has its own destiny — self-made or written in the st...Read more
Words are powerful; they linger long beyond years of when they were first said. And so I create my own words that will overpower the words of thorns,...Read more
My heart pounded within my chest, a mix of excitement and fear. My dream at the edge of my grasp, I’m finally here. The moment I laid my eyes upon him...Read more
We are like the sun and moon. Always a day away. Yet in my mind, we are forever together. In every lyric, every story as if we were the hoof and han...Read more
To love me is to make me feel that writing isn't the only way I'm seen. That my voice will stain your ears like my words on paper. To love me is t...Read more
Beneath the ruins of a tragic abyss, I was oblivious to the echoing hoofbeats. The darkness crowded the edge, suffocating my last breath, until— Rays...Read more
(The horses prospective) Unable to speak – not even a word. If I were able, would they listen? No — For they are all deafened by pride. There is now...Read more
My heart, an open wound, bandaged tight to mask the hurt. Yet, I bestow my time like a butterfly’s wings — even and fair, for the chosen ones I care...Read more