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sophie's existence.
Welcome to my writing.
Critical thought encouraged.


Billie Holiday Gets It.
How has finding and allowing silence worked in my life? *Cue* Life is full of beautiful solitary memories. Moments lying on the forest floor staring up at the trees, engulfed in silence. Silence in the sunrises and sunsets observed alone from a rooftop or windowsill somewhere 5,000 miles away from anything familiar. The silence of the birds before dawn, The silence between eyes in conversation. The gentle, quiet understanding between me and the doe dipping to drink a few pace
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Surrender
Working on myself. I am so done. working on myself No more work needs to be done Surrender The new work that isn’t work because it’s surrender How does surrender feel in your body? — a foreign object
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Signs and Symptoms
Here is a running list of all the animals who recently appeared my world and what they mean: White throated swift: unbridled freedom, high speed adaptation, profound romantic soul-level commitment Robin: hope, renewal, transformation, return of life force Two doe: balance partnership, duality, harmonizing, gentleness with strength in relationships Doe with fawn: divine protection, innocence, intuition, nurturing aspects of the divine feminine “This pair serve as a gentle remi
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ephēmeros
I am Moonlight on water I am A snowball you tired to keep in your freezer I am Water in the desert Only for you to find There’s nothing there. A mirage A monet, if you will. — ephemeral beauty
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Poems don’t pay the bills
I lay here, feeling. A writer. A writer, they call me. Why don’t you write for pay? Sell your art, Sell your, Sell. What are you going to do with that? How are you going to afford, make money - Heaven to Betsy what if she just needs to learn, learn and teach, for the sake of teaching and learning. Heaven forbid I simply exist to create. Can that not be enough? How utterly useless to be an artist with no tangible muse. Meandering intellect What a waste of energetic space and t
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Queen of Bleeding Hearts
Holding my heart close to my chest, I bravely step into the land of the unknown. Complete with riddles and snakes, bounties and beauties, for so long I clung to the injustice’s purgered against my heart. False hope that maybe one day the heartache would stop. Maybe if I told them, explained the trauma, the misleadings, the letdowns, empathy would rule king and love would not be lost. In my hour of need I cling to my breast, wailing and writhing against the ruins of another lo
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A letter to whom it may concern
Reach across the cyberscape of 0s and 1s and tell me … I was sitting here thinking too much and through tears I came to the conclusion that I’m sorry. I am sorry. – Stalemate If one feels like a nap on a beach wrapped in the suns embrace, the other feels like sneaking out at midnight to rendezvous with the moon. – How many great loves do we get in a lifetime?
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A lamb in wolves clothing
Youth devoured by lust. Beautiful and stunning and taut. Youthful skin stretching over ancient bones. Youthful skin stretching over ancient bones A novel by Sophie Pierce; Self preservation in the highest order. A novel or a series of essays that tease and pull at the thread of reality that is being a beautiful woman. The blessing and curse that is youthful beauty. The tendency to fawn. Fawning was how I learned to control the violence in front of me. How to control the insat
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Self Control & Other Sardonic Poems
Self Control I got on my knees And confessed my sins to an ordained voice veiled in contrite anonymity. Spirit convicted me weak Offering a sole solution to my proclivity; Marry noble. Noble. Adjective Moral eminence and freedom from anything petty, mean, or dubious in conduct or character. Noble men exist; I’ve read about them. They fill my pages with their quests for God. So I lock myself away in a proverbial tower of novels and apathetic silence I’ll be strong and
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it's a question of integrity
We give power to what we believe. That statement is the only concrete, unchanging constant in consciousness. No matter which perspective is chosen, belief in that perspective is required to generate power. Therefore, who to believe and why? People spout their opinions incessantly, and some shape entire generations of thought. (Aristotle and his absurd biology beliefs , for example ... ) Who do we allow to have power over our thought worlds? Why? Integrity: noun The quality
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