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Poetry


Money, Sex, Purpose & Love
We say we want more money We think it will give us stability But all it does is reinforce our own insecurity We say we want mind blowing sex We think it will maintain some sort of connectivity But all it does is reveal how we outsource our worth & desirability We say we want purpose We think it will bring us meaning But all it does is severe us from the Essence of very Being… Love Love has no agenda Love does not worry Love does not compete Love is never in scarcity Lo

Sophia Wood Massicotte
Mar 111 min read


A manifesto to the creatress
I don’t need you to like me I want you to honor your vulnerability I don’t need you to understand me I want you to experience life’s mystery I don’t need you to owe me I want you to receive abundantly I don’t need you to follow me I want you to stand in your own artistry I don’t need you to praise me I want you to free your own authenticity I don’t want you to perform for me I want you to revel in your sweet sensuality If this piece resonated with something alive in you,

Sophia Wood Massicotte
Mar 111 min read


My shadow
Slam. Door closes. Leave me Why are you here? I want to be alone She whispers as tears trickle down her cheeks A mix of sweet & salty Tears of anger & sadness I don’t want to see you You stand in my shadow I turn around and you’re always there Waiting For what? What are you waiting for? She opens the door to see him starring. His little head tilts to the side His little tail starts to wag His little body sits there…waiting. For her tears to melt away For her eyes to sof

Sophia Wood Massicotte
Mar 111 min read


It's a quiet night
It’s a quiet night The moon is rising to the east as the sun sets in the west The kids get tucked in bed The birds settle in their nest It’s a lovely night The smell of sap, mud and wood fill the air, signaling the change of a season is near It’s a peaceful night I walk slowly as my dog sniffs happily on the neighbors tree It’s a gentle night A man walks by with his dog. He smiles and says “ what a nice night”. I reply: “indeed, what a pleasant night”. It’s a magical n

Sophia Wood Massicotte
Mar 111 min read


I'm Here
I’m here She whispered as she looked in the mirror I’m here She sighed as her hands landed over her bare chest I’m here She declared as her towel unraveled around her waist I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. Tears came streaming down her cheeks, nose and neck as she continued starring Conflicting tears of fear, anger, sadness and grief…for a love that felt just out of reach So she went out to seek it, believing she had forgotten it somewhere…out there For a Love lo

Sophia Wood Massicotte
Jan 241 min read
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