Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I grab an elegant suit jacket and prepare to clean it.
I make sure nothing is in the pockets, but a small slip of paper catches my fingers.
I gingerly pull it out.
It’s a small yellow folded piece of paper.
I look around to see if anyone is around.
Carefully, I unfold the paper and scan the delicate handwriting.
I freeze at what’s written.
_Meet me at the dry cleaners at 6. She’ll never se...
“Ahoy! What’s a young girl like you sailing all by herself?” An old, smelly man, with a large wart yells at me.
I observe his greasy hair and stained clothes. He’s a sailor, and a man.
I’ve never seen a man before; I was raised on a land surrounded by only women.
Surely all men do not look like this one?
“Are you mute, girl?” The man shouts.
I stop my observation and quietly respond, “No, sir...
My eyes feel heavy, but I fight the sleepiness and urge them open.
Warm lights greet my eyes as I glance around my surroundings.
I am in a small bed, loaded with warm fur blankets.
Elegant furniture and plush rugs spot the small room.
Paintings of flowers and castles hang on the crimson red wallpaper walls.
I rise up, but pause.
The nausea creeps up my throat from the pit of my stomach; real...
I smile at Tina as she tells me about how she met her boyfriend.
“And then he asked if I wanted to go to dinner again the following week,” Tina explains, drinking her coffee.
“That’s so romantic,” I laugh.
“How did you and Andrew meet?” Tina asks, chewing on her scone.
I smile, but it suddenly fades when the memory of us meeting fails to come to mind.
“Well…” I trail on, searching frantically...
Among the clouds,
In Darkness’ embrace,
I fall into the star’s twinkling lullaby.
The cool air brushes through my hair
Evoking peace and quiet.
The stars wink as I flow between them.
The moon smiles as I touch
The silver light of the stars;
My fingers coat in gleaming glitter.
I believe this is home,
Jumping to and fro
Between the sweet shining stars....
I stare at the bulbed lights sparkling down Hollywood.
I want be like that, a bright light, shining for everyone to see.
I walk past paparazzi clicking images of rich, famous people.
I need to be them.
Without a second of thought, the desire too much, I stick to the shadows and follow the famous people within an opera house.
I knock out a paparazzi man, stealing his camera, and walk through ...
She’s horrible, I can’t stand to look at her.
Everyday in class I’m forced to glance at her; she sits right across from me.
Her glaring, bold eyes pierce me whenever I seem to look at her.
She looks mean, disgusted, and raging.
How could someone always be in such a bad mood?
And her hair, ugh, her hair! The sun shines it a golden auburn color! I hate it!
Sometimes her soft lips perk into a s...
My heart yearns to be free;
To run away to distant lands
Filled with flowers and beauty unmatched,
But my head stops my dreaming.
I cannot run to peace;
I must stay here and learn to work.
Everyday I’ll live in a cycle
Of sadness and despair.
Will I follow my heart to joy?
Or will I be forced to follow my head
To a life not wanted?...