poem. Last night…the warm wind licked my skin, whipped my sin… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaOctober 15, 2018 Comment
poem. Stuck in a funk. Hear my gears begin to clunk… Read More Poetry, Creative WritingSofia Doria-QuesadaSeptember 21, 2018Poetry, Funky, Funk, Poem
poem. The words we hold untold, can never stop the stain of pain. In that, there's not a thing to gain… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaJuly 26, 2018Comment
story. It’s liquid quality leaks looseness, portraying it’s peaceful properties, calling to mind sheer seaside serenity… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaMarch 3, 2018Comment
poem. So it goes, I'm made to feel, by those...that I'm a thorn without a rose… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaMay 25, 2017 Comment
poem. Following you blindly. Fallin’ through the dark. Your love makes the blind see… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaMay 18, 2016Comment
poem. Haunts my nightmares and burdens my walk. Fuels my energy, makes me impossible to stop… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaApril 9, 2016 Comment
poem. “I.nterpersonal V.acuum” (rethought and rewritten) Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaNovember 19, 2015 Comment
poem. Once upon a time in Neverland. Made of booze and tit’s and measly bands. I unpacked my bags to stay for good. So weary of whether I could or should… Read More Sofia Doria-QuesadaNovember 17, 2015 Comment
