Hi, was gone for a really long while - sorry - but I'm back now.
Behind this mask I am scared. Behind this mask I am full of sadness,. Behind this mask I really do care,. Behind this mask I am raged with madness,. Behind this mask I am just being me,.
Here she comes once more, Lurking in the dark, Sweat seeps from my pores.
Carefully wrapped in blue, A label saying "For you", I wonder what's inside, 'I don't care' I lied, I wanted to tear it open, I know it's only a token, But it's much more than that, Well curiosity...
2013, A year unseen, Happiness to come, Feeling sad and numb, Up and down, Smile and frown, Sober and drunk, Another ship sunk, Catfights and holidays, A green lipstick phase, Maybe flares'll come...
I walk through the lush forest, the earthy bracken crackling as I trudge along the miserable woods. Tall, still trees stand with wisdom and creak with the wind.
I'm that girl that noone likes,. I'm that girl who doesn't wear Nike,. I'm that girl who is "unique". I'm that girl who is weird,. a freak,. I'm that girl that has been bullied before,.
Just help me someone, I feel so alone, Huddled in a corner, Look like a mourner, Desperate inside, Going out of my mind, All by my self, Please, just help.
Hey, I am back once again. Sorry i was gone for so long, in a bad place right now..
This world revolves around money and politics when really it should be revolving around Opuss..
I'll sharpen you up,. To fit my very needs,. I'll sharpen you up,. So you won't say please,. I'll sharpen you up,. To do the job right,. I'll sharpen you up,. So you'll have a good fight,.
Goblins,witches and ghouls,. Oh how they are such fools,. Dressing up like that,. Look a right prat,. But, who cares for it's Halloween!,. Little monsters are to be seen,. Not as quiet as a mouse,.
Please don't play this game,. Your hurting me-such pain,. Please just stop,. I'm gonna get a cop,. Or some sort of person,. But I'm too nervous,. I don't want to hurt you,. Even if you hurt me too,.
Dreaming of you and your face, And of me in my dress of lace, Standing on the isle ever so holy, Our eyes focusing on one another solely, Family and friends gaze, Parents saying its only a...
Here we stand,. Shoulder to shoulder,. Hand in hand,. Observing boulders,. Destroy our home,. As Tears flow,. But we are not alone,. No point in saying no,. It was to happen,. Accept it move on,.
I am here for you, At night or day, If ever you feel blue, Wherever you sit or lay, I will fly down, And turn that frown, Upside down.
Well done to every one who participated in my confession contest. It was really close. in 3rd place is.....@patdolan!. Maths is defo something to be obbsessive about - nice confession.
Call the girls,. Put our hair in curls,. Dress up so hot,. We loook a right lot,. Gonna have some fun,. Forget about the local sons. Tonights all about the gals,. Since forever,we've been pals,.
Don't know what to write,. No inspiration or sight,. Read some author's poems. About sugar, nazis and gnomes,. I don't know how to compete,. My Opusses seem incomplete,. I carry on reading,.
AlexMurray2 is the old AlexMurray. His account broke down so please follow him..
Don't forget about my #confession contest. Just tag me in the comments. The deadline is Saturday. It can be a poem or a story or anything you want!!.
I turn around to find my textbooks and papers scattered around the ground in ruined pieces. My eyes well up with tears but I know now that letting the tears flow just makes it worse.
Hey guys, anybody who entered my #confession contest can you please leave a comment so I know who did?. There is something wrong with my iPod so I don't know who has tagged me - thanks!.
Don't cry over spilt milk..
Please enter my contest!. The word is #confession. Just tag me in the comments and the deadline is Saturday 5pm. PLEASE ENTER!. I have had no entries so far!.
I am out of my mind. Deal with it..
Hello. This is my first Opuss challenge, so here goes. ------ The word is #confession and just tag my name (Alys124) in the comments and I'll read it!. It can be a poem or story - whatever you want!.
I apologise to all my followers. I'm not really opussing much lately, I'm not exactly in the inspirational mode..
Sometimes you have to let things go but you just can't. It's unfair..
We stroll along the sandy plains of the beach, hand in hand. Huge cliffs tower above us, their jagged edges pointing out to te turquoise waves. I feel her presence within my heart.
I live for the chase of things..
You are - I am, You like cheese, I like ham, You are not like me, You look, I see.
Having a bad day. Everythings wrong. Everything..
GOALS and OTHER STUFF. I want to become a psychiatrist. (I know a big ambition for a young girl like maself!) I want to travel the world and all its amazing wonders.
The ground loves me. It catches me whenever I fall..
It says to start composing but I don't know what to compose. Grrr.... bloody writers block!.
The sheer beauty of this world is truly magnificent Please don't ruin it..
Hey guys. Was just wondering if anyone had any good opuss challenges that I would like to take part in. Please leave the details in the comments!.
Well, I am getting 6 bloody years. For what. stabbing my brother over and over and over....... The tears well up in my eyes again.
Words have a a very strong power of their own. Don't break it. Enhance and embrace it..
#chocolate As the first cube of the rich square of deliciousness enters my mouth, its brown hue staining my teeth and covering them with a sticky coat.
Monday gets a bad press, I pity it..
I wish someone would whisk me away to a place far beyond. To paradise with soaring birds, lush forests and endless passionate nights. Stop asking me if I'm OK when you don't care and know I'm not.
Me - Crazy. Why thank you!.
"NO. Let.Me.GO!" "Miss, please remain calm. This is merely a routine questioning. Please, we need your co-operation!" "Get off me!" They handcuff me and throw me into the back of a police car.
Live.Love.Laugh. Is that not simple enough to follow?.
We enter the dancefloor hand in hand, smiling awkwardly at each other. We start to slow-dance, my heart starts to beat so fast - my stomach doing somer-saults.
"Sticks and bones may break may bones but words may never hurt me." reads a poster for some abuse hotline. The poster is a liar. Words do hurt.
Be grateful for what you have. Right now a person is dieing, being abused, fleeing from their home in terror, grieving and thats not all of it..
I swim through the aqua environment, my movements calm and relaxed as the sun reflects off my metallic scales creating a shining gleam above the surface of the water.
You are a writer at heart and let nobody tell you different. - Alys124.
Yeah, I'm a freak. Get over it..
Wish you were here,. But you aren't real,. Everythings not clear,. I don't know what I feel,. Please come and take me,. Far away from this place,. So I can touch and see,. Your beautiful face,.
Goodbye to you I say, my sweet, You were caring, kind so here I tell you R.I.P.
Say hello to the weekend everyone. Can't wait. Its been a loooooong week!!.
I am so clumsy when it comes to getting on, sitting down etc. on the school bus.
Someone told me that every child in this world gets slapped. Thats Just Plain Wrong. The person told me that I overreact when I see a parent slapping their child.
Today I had a bad day, this poem is based on today. Maybe I am not all that good, Writing.
Guardian Angel, oh how I need you now,. Why can't you just come and fly down?,. I really, do need your help,. I have to shout, scream or yelp,. Therapy just doesn't work,. The bullies still lurk,.
I've always wondered what's in Heaven. Streets of gold, beds of cloud?. I guess we will never know. Maybe it is suited to each of our personalities or is it a big community.
Sometimes I cry ,"They aren't real. They are just dreams, not reality. Only dreams." Thats all I do. Dream.
Sorry I haven't been on in so long. But know I am back!.
Whenever your friend is over at your house, isn't it funny the way at the dinner table your mom gives a scolding look instead of roaring at you like she would usually do because of your friend?!?!?!.
Eyes all around me, Staring, staring, I wonder if they can see, Glaring, glaring, Who is she.
Oh, I really do love him. I am literally crying with laughter right now. See you, my fellow Opussians, tomorrow!.
How do you tag someone?!?.
Another sleepless night. I keep thinking about what has happened in the last week. And whats going to happen. I trudge over to the dusty cardboard box.
Isn't it so annoying when you get into bed after a scary movie and you can't sleep as you stay, frozen, in the same, uncomfortable, position. Is this just me, or can others relate to this too?!?.
~ My version of @georgie17xx 's amazong story. Please feel free to write your own version too. I will definetly read. ~ "Mom, I'm home." she calls. There it is again.
~ My version of @georgie17xx 's amazong story. Please feel free to write your own version too. I will definetly read. ~ "Mom, I'm home." she calls. There it is again.
"Music is my religion" Jimi Hendrix Same here Jimi, same here. :).
There's a knock at the door. I try to appear normal after my discovery of the strange box. I open the door to answer to noone. Hmmmm, thats weird.
I am so sorry I haven't "Opussed" in ages - it is because my internet has been down. But now I'm back and on holidays..... so that means I am gonna Opuss as often as I can from now on!!.
"Music is a language everyone speaks. Without even knowing it.".
I huddled in the corner of the shabby hotel room. It had gone out - probobaly to capture another young girl, again.
When we arrived in the sparkling city of New York, all I did was take a deep breath and mutter "Wow, Susie. What have you got yourself in for?" Skyscrapers stood tall and the windows gleamed. I...
Balloon floating, In the sky, Flying away, Way up high, Flying with no wings, Here and there, Just going, At all, anywhere. It's my balloon, It will never burst, Because it is, Forever first..
Nothing. Numb. Empty. Mourn. Memories. Cry. Sleep. Breath But it's never the same..
*The finale. Enjoy. * "Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run. Here comes Susie with her gun, gun, gun" sings Susie, looking as psychotic. I feel so terrified.
I would like to dedicate this Opuss to all my beautiful followers, thank you ever so much. You are all amazing and each one of you has made me smile. Thank you, I am eternally grateful!.
I cry every night now. Screaming for Mama to rescue me.
I looked at the test. No, No NO. This is the third test that said I was pregnant. Da is gonna kill me. Darragh must be the father. We 'did it' in the field south of Murphy's house.
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
My little brother just told me; "When you drink tea, you go for a wee, and when you wee, you wee out tea!".
- Here is a better limerick than the rubbish last one.
-Here is a limerick I wrote when I was younger!- There was a cool fly named Lee, who liked to dance with glee, he would rock and roll, to pop or soul, But he never did succeed..
The school bus is like Titanic. 'First Class' (the populars) sit at the back. In other words the 'top deck'. And the order goes as so. Just to let you know, I sit at the very front (the poopdeck :D).
Oh Lordy, Lordy I cannot speak, I've taken all the Panadol I can eat, Me teeth are throbbing, and I feel like just sobbing, Oh how I hate that bloody place, Whenever I see it I screw up my face.
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
Isn't it annoying that great actors always play the same type of character in a movie, especially Johnny Depp. He always plays the mysterious, awkward, mad and crazy type character!.
Behind the mask, your not so strong, Behind the mask, You have no song, Behind the mask, You aren't that great, Behind the mask, You have no fate, Behind the mask, You're just you..
They stand there. Masks on, ready for battle. The horn is blown and 'WAR' is declared by all. The Gods are there, protecting their children. This is no ordinary war, oh no.
In the graveyard otherwise known as a school, he stares at his prey. The children scream and run into the darkness and gloom of this dull May Day.
Dumb Girl: Who you lovin'?!. Me: Opuss. Dumb Girl: Oh is that that foreign guy...... Me: Not exactly.... !!!!!!!!!!!!.
~2 weeks later~ I am now living with Mama in a crumbling down building called an apartment block. I don't like living here but soon we will be moving back to Japan.
What is the big deal with the whole Rank thing on Opuss. No Opusser is better than another. We are creative and equal writers and should be proud - whatever our rank is!.
Juliet: Romeo. Romeo. Where art thour Romeo. Romeo: I'm over here you bloody git. Get a move on!.
I stood there, staring at the sparkling waves under the moonlit sky. I was alone - I was always alone. I felt so.....empty.
Isn't it weird the way it takes one movement of your finger to 'like' someone's Opuss. I mean one flick of your index finger can make people smile!.