Sofia Guerra : Writing

prose poem #1

prose poem #1

A Story by Sofia Guerra


"The truth is...I don't love you anymore."That hurt. That hurt a lot. I thought I'd never be okay again.After that, we stopped talking. We didn't even..
a little last bit for the sleepers alive and the dreamers awake (ghost)

a little last bit for the sleepers alive and the d..

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


laying in a bathtubany bathtubit does not matter;the sun is bleeding inthe bandages aren't holdingi am hardly there in spiritwhat is a snake?what is a..
it's been a terrible dream

it's been a terrible dream

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


beautiful dreamer, how many steps do you take?to wake upafter disasterwith a grinand a chinto chew your foodand act as ifeverything is alrightwhen it ..
come the children, through a dream i wove

come the children, through a dream i wove

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


in the hoursdefying sunthe lonely moonthat wets the rummakes me forgethow far awaythere isn't onethere isn't an endor an introduction,there isn't a ma..
i have to quit loving you so that i can get ahead

i have to quit loving you so that i can get ahead

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


whenever i am alone with youyou make me feel like i am home again;but it is an empty housewherever we are, if we're togetherthen i feel like it's wher..
i don't want to get better

i don't want to get better

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


i don't want to get betteri just want to be in your armsin an infirmarycoiled in debtthe angel of deathhaving coffee with my motherhow pitifulyour chi..
growing through a dying frame

growing through a dying frame

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


farewell, farewellmy summer orangeto your roots with teeth of loreand thoughts asunder with lovelorn concernsi can't imagine a house without a heartor..
it's so late i could die in my sleep and not care

it's so late i could die in my sleep and not care

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


there is a whisperin the folds of the silencethat permeates every crease ofthis little, lonely room;i never intended it to break so badlythat it'd be ..
a final plea for you to come to me for one last time

a final plea for you to come to me for one last ti..

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


a final pleafor youto cometo mefor onelast timea misery i can unseeand forget, those moments weshared and had and buriedso deep into our memory that w..
everything ends eventually

everything ends eventually

A Poem by Sofia Guerra


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