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- Shed My Skin ~ Poem
I know the angels dance, I’ll shed my heart for you just once. The earth will move on its own, and in another star I fell, I’d call the number given to me. I know you’re deceiving me and this love is blind. The air is chill, the clock is off. It’s in my blood, I shed my skin. Open your heart, let it grow, open your eyes. I was born in this world with this life to carry, don’t stop the process till death and start all over. Then sometimes I’m afraid to feel what I think and I’m afraid to think what I feel. When I think what I feel would fight the other. Keep secrets with the self, tear ones heart away, who put it there in the first place?
Worlds later, in some way I survived. Awareness that the threat’s not in the sky, It’s in my eyes and the perciever. What’ll I do, what can I be, what am I supposed to believe? When all there is, is distant musings.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- To Die Peacefully ~ Poem
She used to think of it as if she knew it better and it hurt her more than it did her pride. That all she had to give was a kiss to open her sleepy eyes.
When the time would slow, that all she wanted was to touch the sky.
Takes a good woman to the grave and to die peacefully. There’s a smile on her lips and the world begins to spin, the cancer gone from her veins.
That midnight tea party impressionist,
time was right. With lovers far away, your love kept her company. When the time was through, It was like a new direction when she awoke.
The sweeter world was headed for a smoke. Your mind was headed for the woods…she went back to her Angel form on the other side.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- Real ~ Poem
- A sea, a river, a sun, a fire ~ Poem
I am not afraid of getting caught up in a dream that’s been tossed and turned and found somebody’s heart. I am not afraid of a dream that has been there since the beginning but my hope is not in the dream, that’s all it takes. A voice, a story you can understand. A vision that’s gone astray. A sea, a river, a sun, a fire. I am not afraid of a heart, of a thought, of a dance that can bring you nowhere. I am not afraid of a love, of a love that goes on and on. I am not afraid of a dream, that’s all it takes.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- Scarecrow ~ Poem
Scarecrow You were on twelve strings looking in the mirror. You found yourself somebody else's tune. Yet still, you stood there in front of you, wearing your sorrows on your sleeve, like a scarecrow. Waiting for the morning to come. It's getting late, it's time to leave. Don't take the blame, don't take the time to doubt me. You're just trying to be the change you want to see. It's all around you, it's all around you. Don't be ashamed of the things that you treasure, don't take the compliment, don't take the pressure. One last time afraid, now afraid of the past. ~ Sophia Whitecross
- Her ~ Poem
- New Tears ~ Poem
- Eyes ~ Poem
- See ~ Poem
Poem from my poetry book “Surrender To Thyself” ✨☀️ hopefully going to be finished soon and can release it. My heart doesn’t feel it’s quite the time yet though, I think more has to be scribbled down in this book. My chapters for it are not completed 🌙
- Higher Self ~ Poem
- Behold Me ~ Poem
Behold me. I’ve got a dream, there’s a way to be found. You can just bend the rules, when it comes to worshiping certain gods. I believe in the end. I need no prayers to wash my soul, keep my word, even salvation’s nothing. You need no secrets just to survive, they say I’m blessed yes I am. I believe that, if I keep living, this could be written in stone. I believe in the power of silence spread, a healing mirror, gives me a path to overcome. I need no confessions too careful just to stay. Before I’m forgiven I need no heavy meds and injections.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- Time Of Choice ~ Poem
- Freak Ambition Torn ~ Poem
Looking out for me, I’ve seen you walk right into the one. You never stay free, but you just act the one. I love the way you talk, as if our words were a stream inside lungs. To the place where you’re sealed, with some undertow.
Rocked undertow, cold iron brick. Well, I’m in love with you. Freak ambition torn, guess it must be just sin. The lion with a bite that won’t heal.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- A Natural Story
“Corrupted”
Medium-Acrylic
Another piece that is part of my art collection “Surrender To Thyself” have been working on this one and a few others at a time. I think this one is the most personal and my favorite out of all of the collection I’m doing.
Also, the inspired poem below is part of my new poetry book “Surrender To Thyself” 🌹
A Natural Story – Poem
World of soot and paint
Won’t you lay down your guns and surrender to me?
Take me and make me your lady
I want to be your lady
I’m addicted
It’s a natural story
Yes, it is, I’ve tried it
So hard to find
Something that is true
When I was young, when I was mad
Yes, and now I’m a woman
For you, for me, for all the world
In my mind, the world outside
The house I live in is a home so far away
So much more
When I am living in my mind
So much more
When I have my mind
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- The Seasons Have Changed Again ~ Poem
The sun rose in the west, burned my heart from north to south. The seasons changed again. The skies are more gray now, The smell of rain clouds. The sweet smell of tarragon.
The salty wind is a distant feeling clashing to my skin.
A cairn has been awoken, the stars sound like symphonies and the tempest should rise. And so I’ll close my eyes, pretending love to linger but I feel an empty heart. When you say it’s only for love, you think only of me. You make me weak and lonely minded. It will milk the demise of the world, I’ll offer sweet surrender of the rainbow. My heart is filled with love, with sweet surrender of the rainbow.~ © Sophia Whitecross
- The Chemical Map Of Perfection ~ Poem
I can’t wait another minute, like a child who’s been held up, I just want me to be the one. I can’t wait another minute, like a child who’s been held up. I just, I just need a chance, to feel what’s under my skin. I just wanna be the one to share, I want to be who I’m trying to be. I try to be. A part of the story of the human brain, the chemical map of perfection. The story of why I love so. All those years, about to go away, living proof if you’re lucky. Finding your way back in.
~ © Sophia Whitecross
- Believe ~ Poem
On the pavement in the name of my body
I could walk with a special kind of clarity
I believe in the power of things
You believe in the power of magic
And I believe in the power of love
~ © moonlightladybug
- Love ~ Poem
And we're both on the outside We're not running And the music is down I can't tell you how I feel But I know that sometimes It rages to the bone It rages in my soul like a winter night It rages in my mind and I love it Love it, evolve it ~ © moonlightladybug
- Art ~ Poem
- “Today that I lost you, You”
Medium~ Acrylic
By Sophia WhitecrossThis piece is also part of my new art collection “Surrender To Thy Self” 🖤
“I lost the habitation peacefully, and I got a feeling
Today that I lost you, today
You can’t go back,
you gotta stay where you were
It’s hard enough to let go,
it wouldn’t change it
Blame it on the cracks in the roof of your mind
Maybe you’ve only a week to open up”~ © moonlightladybug
- The Way We’ve Waited ~ Poem
The way we’ve waited
And the moments we waste
The way we waste our time
To keep this wish
To hear you laugh
In my old flame
Wherever you are
I’ll be there
Come and hold your hands tonight
We were strangers
Looking our inestimable
Each of us was shattered
~ © moonlightladybug
- I’m Coming Home ~ Poem
The only thing I wanted that I ever owned
Was an ill taste dripping from my mouth
All I know is what I can see
And it was just an act of God, the universe itself
I made a choice to make your body wait
And they’ll say oh my god
You do things this way
I hear you say things this way
Are you living in paradise
Or are the things living you
Just a natural part of you
You try to make sense of it all
But suddenly all you seem to do is cry
You wouldn’t know it if you could hear me calling out for you
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
~ © moonlightladybug
- Turn The Spark ~ Poem
In the shadows of my dreams
I know there’ll always be another man here who will have the gift of all those words
But I won’t go there, I’m sure there’s something else, somewhere inside
Don’t go there, I’m sure there’s something else, somewhere inside
You’ve never been through a system before
No memory’s brief and the memory’s long
And I can’t imagine how you could lose the spark
And turn the spark
We were both ready to take the pill
Walking the streets staring at the ceiling
You walked up to me and you asked if we were alone
And I said “We both are”
As we talked about the need to find a way to share
And I said “But I have both wings of a raven”
~ © moonlightladybug
- Feels Like Mine ~ Poem
I just like the heat
I can feel you in my jeans
It’s been a long time coming
It’s my favorite time
And I can’t wait to show my teeth
But I can’t move, just standing there
I wanna see you in the alley
The street lights flash
And I’m already wearing the smell of perfume on my skin
I want to feel you in my veins
My mouth aglow
With the sweet, delicious taste of our bodies
Kissing
Make me watch the street lights
As we kiss for the countdown
My body just feels like mine
~ © moonlightladybug
- Renting ~ Poem
The night will fall into the city
There’s an old man on the corner
Living in a hollow in New Orleans
He never slept a wink
He came home from work
The night will fall into the city
There’s a woman who lives in a hollow in New Orleans
In the hollow out on the edge of town
She takes off her clothes
You know the woman don’t mind letting them drag her down the street
Nothin’ left for her to move into the corner
Nothin’ left for the man that she had made her life
Just to be the kind of woman that Jesus was born in
She goes out in the evening papers
And begins to sell her shoes
Three times the fun don’t ask why
She isn’t living
She’s renting
~ © moonlightladybug
- So Many Years Gone Yet ~ Poem
So Many Years Gone Yet
I can be cruel, can be a pain,
So tell me someone,
What he see’s in me a little blinding,
So many years gone yet
Now the music she played was a symphony
So she could fly and she played with all the beauty,
And I can see why there would be a hallelujah in his touch,
What her lover had locked in her eyes,
Now she’s back in her senses with a pain that she can’t forget,
And it’s killing me within her that she has run too far,
And I know she left him with nothing in these pages,
in the river next door
That’s the way Ietheless go
Don’t know how, don’t know the when
I’m in the deeper dark, you’re all I know
If you could change the weather to all you want, would you?
~ © moonlightladybug
- The Moment ~ Poem
It’s the moment this moment is born
So many things that we long for
And so our eyes are made to see
But there’s a place
Where I can touch your heart
And your eyes, just our imagination
Can lead us both deeper in love
And the one that will always know,
And when I think of you
I’m drawing out my soul, drawing out my mind
I’m always reminding myself it’s you
The one I want in return
You taught me all the ways that I can fall to pieces
While remaining me
~ © moonlightladybug
- Songbird ~ Poem
Songbird
You’re my songbird
Love my words
You’re the only one
How many thoughts am I dealing with
Why oh grey dust wander off into the fire?
Don’t keep me in a dream
I don’t wish to escape from the real of reality
The days are cloudy and the nights long
I’ll look at things that I shouldn’t be
Just want to get that freedom
Yes I can’t hold it in
I will be someone new
Somewhere else
~ © moonlightladybug
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- The Things You Cannot See Digital Art
“The Things You Cannot See”
Digital art 🕊✨
Created on Procreate
By Sophia Whitecross“You’ll keep me warm in your arms
I’d ask you to hide me behind a simple coat
I do have to get my feet back
For the times they have been wrong before
But I know worse than these foolish things will get tossed away
the last time’s a good time to be aliveThe last time’s a good time to be alive
The last time’s a good time to be alive
When you see God there’s no believing what you see
And the things you cannot seeLetting your heart be made flesh under cover
Your body then speaks on the wonders
And your head is God’s chosen advisor
So now your whole life is alive
The things you cannot see
The things you cannot seeThe last time’s a good time to be alive
The last time’s a good time to be alive
When you see God there’s no believing what you see
And the things you cannot see.”~ © moonlightladybug
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