Sophia Writes

Currently 15, love to write and read stories, poems. Always the poem never the poet.

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Sophia Writes

Currently 15, love to write and read stories, poems. Always the poem never the poet.

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Everything Of You

Sophia Writes

1 min read

I love the way you smell—

intoxicating,

soft and warm,

like home wrapped in mystery.

It clings to my memory,

pulling me back

to you.

Your touch—

gentle,

like whispers on skin.

The way your fingers

trace my cheeks

makes me wonder

how something so quiet

can awaken so much.

Your kiss—

I still feel it.

The way our lips met,

soft and certain,

left a fire

I carry still.

I touch my lips

and remember—

y...

Poetry

Romance

The Day God Took Father Efren

Sophia Writes

1 min read

I loved him.

Not in the way the world loves fame or comfort—but in the quiet way a soul loves a lantern in the dark. Father Efren was that light. A steady flame when everything else felt cold and collapsing. He wasn’t just a priest. He was my friend. My safe place. My proof that God still placed good people on this earth.

He knew how to listen—not just to words, but to silence. He carried my sec...

Comfort Zone

Sophia Writes

1 min read

Love? Love is out of reach from me,

I can’t stand a person loving me,

Never knew I can fell for them too,

My comfort zone is not a person;

But a show,

A show that is deep in my heart

A show that comfort me

A show that makes me happy

A show that is vividly

This is the show I always turn to,

Whenever sadness and loneliness,

Creep in—

It comforts me like an old friend

And that show is,

BTS in ...

Poetry

What’s The Meaning Of Life?

Sophia Writes

1 min read

Ladies and gentlemen,

Brothers and sisters,

A thousand souls gathered here today — each of you carrying dreams, doubts, wounds, and wonder. And so I ask the question that has echoed through time:

What is the meaning of life?

It is not found in the ticking of clocks or the rise and fall of empires. It is not hiding in riches or buried beneath fame. The meaning of life is not a distant treasure wa...

When I Look In The Mirror

Sophia Writes

1 min read

I never feared mirrors—until the night it looked back.

It was an old thing, the kind you’d find in a grandmother’s attic. Ornate, heavy, and edged in dark wood with carvings of twisted vines. I found it at a secondhand store, hidden in a dusty corner. The owner sold it cheap, too eager to let it go. I should’ve known then.

The first few nights were normal. I’d glance at it while brushing my teet...

Mystery

Thriller

Unreturned

Sophia Writes

2 min read

I saw her walking towards the café and I followed her. My heart beats fast, I’m shaking and I don’t know why or maybe because I will confess to her today. It’s been 3 years since I had a crush on her and I don’t think I have a chance but what if? There is.

I went inside the café and went towards her. She has no one beside her so I ask. “Hey? Cassie, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Cassie look...

Awakening

Sophia Writes

1 min read

A hush before the morning breaks,

Where silence drapes the dreaming lakes.

The world still held in shadow’s hand—

A breathless pause, a sleeping land.

But in the hush, a whisper grows,

A golden thread the darkness knows.

The sky begins to draw its breath,

And stirs the veil of nighttime death.

The sun spills ink on cloud and hill,

The birds arise with notes that thrill.

Each leaf, each stone, be...

Poetry

Letter

Sophia Writes

1 min read

Mara had always been a quiet girl, the kind who preferred the comfort of books to the chaos of people. Her best friend, Lila, was the complete opposite—vibrant, loud, the kind of person who made the world bend just a little to accommodate her light. They were inseparable. Or at least, they used to be.

It started with a letter. Mara wrote it one rainy afternoon, heart sore and raw after weeks of f...

Leaving

Sophia Writes

5 min read

I woke up with a headache and some bruises on my body. I look at the time and see that it was 3:00 AM. It’s a devil hour. Although I believe in God but I couldn’t help to be afraid of the devil because anytime they can hurt me.

I just wanna stay in this room, don’t wanna go to school. Always got bullied, make fun of me or whatever they want to me. That bully Shian and her friends bully me all th...

Drama

Thriller

Whispers Beneath The Cosmic Stone

Sophia Writes

1 min read

Two figures linger at dusk’s soft breath,

One cloaked in fur, the other in quest.

A horse stands still, as silence grows,

While stardust etches what no one knows.

Mountains blush in twilight’s hue,

Veiled in runes and cosmic blue.

The sky, a canvas—vast, unknown,

Paints secrets on a sleeping stone.

What dreams lie carved in circles wide?

What stars have watched them side by side?

They do not spe...

Poetry

Adventure