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Best Poems Written by Sophie Pilkington

Below are the all-time best Sophie Pilkington poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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You Ruined the Rain For Me

I wish that I had superpowers.
So that I could read your mind. 
I'd violate your thoughts,
As you violate mine. 
Constantly, 
Incessantly; 
With unforgiving relentlessness. 

I would take control of you, 
And I'd make you a puppet.
So that you would know how it feels 
To be at somebody else's mercy, 
Only to have the strings cut abruptly 
And to fall to your knees in agony at the absence of the one thing holding you steady.

I would beat you senseless, 
From the inside out 
So that you would know how battered my heart has become.
It's black and blue, 
Bleeding and limp; 
A carcass of the beautiful beating life that it once signified. 

I would force your tears, 
And you would drown in them. 
You would burn, 
And know how my lungs ceased and failed to function 
When you left me standing in the rain.

My violent acts would make me a villain.
But I'll tell them you're my origin story.

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Catalyst

If you look with your heart instead of your eyes, 
You'll see my bloodied hands after I've ripped out my heart for you. 
You'll see sweat beading on my forehead-
Perspired as I chase you. 
You'll see my tears falling as I weep for you.
You'll see my hollow form as my soul departs,
Fractured by the absence of you. 
You'll see me broken. 

But you're looking with your eyes,
And I was only ever able to love you in silence.

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Bliss, I Think

Grand declarations of love,
Afternoon tea;
Hidden bookshops in the crevice of a pretty avenue,
And begonias in hanging baskets.
Walks along cobbled streets; 
Walks in the moonlight,
Sunday nights-
With the stars reflecting on the surface of a beautifully unblemished lake;
The soft rustle of the trees as a soft summer breeze dances through the leaves,
The sounds of the city drifting to sleep in our wake.
Your hand in mine. 
Bliss, I think.

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The Eighth Wonder

It must be fascinating, 
To gaze through the end of a scope
And look upon the stars,
To be beneath the surface of the sea
And swim amongst the blissful creatures of the water,
To travel the world and know its wonders-
The beauty that most cannot fathom.
It must be exhilarating 
To sit astride a motorcycle 
And fly across an empty road, 
To stand upon the helm of a ship 
And glide over the open ocean,
Feeling the wind against your skin
As your heart beats in earnest.

But I am content
To sit beside you, 
And listen to you breathe.

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May We Meet Again

May we meet again
On the other side of time-
Where our story ends well,
With happiness and elation,
Instead of crippling devastation. 

May we meet again 
When the moon is at its apex, 
And we can gaze at the stars uninterrupted, 
And dream of all that we can have,
Instead of all that we have lost. 

May we meet again 
When my heart is stronger.
When I am ready to be loved, 
To be chosen and cherished;
When I can take your hand and be in incandescent bliss.

But for now we'll drift, 
And I'll look for you in everything.
Until we meet again- 
On the other side of time, 
When the moon is at its apex;
When my heart is stronger.

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Shoelaces

You used to tie my shoelaces,
But now you tie my heart in knots,
Because I know who you are now-
The rose tinted glasses have come off.
Open your eyes and pay attention,
And the truth shall be known to you,
That the superheroes of our childhood 
Are so inherently flawed behind the mask,
That as an adult, I see them for villains.
This is what you have done to me, I think. 
I miss the simplicity of coming to you so that you could tie my shoelaces,
So that I wouldn’t fall.
But it is you who has tripped me;
Sent me tumbling and crashing to the ground;
Picking out the asphalt is not the same as picking up the smashed fragments of your facade.

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The Darkest Part of the Forest

Do not be afraid when you reach the woods,
The gnarled branches and overwhelming shadows of trees 
Are nothing compared 
To the reflection you face upon reaching the depth.
You will have to look inward to make your escape,
And that is the hardest thing you will ever have to do.

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A Faulty Lifejacket

I'm drowning;
Kicking with all I have,
Screaming as if someone will hear me- 
Shrill and panicked, 
As my lungs fill with water; 
My nose and mouth are smothered, 
I can't breathe.
Burning, 
Burning, 
Everything is burning; 
Black dots perforate my vision, 
My throat is closing up- 
I'm trying, 
I'm trying so hard to stay afloat. 
It's not working. 
I'm drowning. 
And the worst part?
The waters are calm.

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Lament

In bleak mid-winter, 
I laid myself bare. 
I gave you my vital organs, 
Your breaths more precious to me than my own. 
I gave you my mind, 
Open access, 
At any hour.
Because I wanted you to know how much I treasured your words. 
I gave you my soul,
Bloodied where I'd ripped it from the chasm- 
To show you my devotion. 
And it was still not enough.

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Be the Most Terrifying Thing In the Woods

The witch was burned in the prequel;
She's back with a vengeance,
With a thirst for mortal blood.
You may begin running now.