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There was once a girl who lived in a dungeon, Chained up and slumped on the floor, This dungeon was all she had ever known, And all she ever wanted was a little bit more.
When I'm on my own. Silence screams loudly. Like it wants me to focus on it. As it consumes me, proudly. The clock ticks. The computer hums. Watching my chest rise and fall. My body numbs.
I dont drink tea, It's good on occasion, But just like coffee, It takes some persuasion. I don't like to smoke, I've been passive since four, And all it has caused Is coughing and then some more.
I'm going on a road trip. The windows are down. My hand rides the air. My hair flies around. My smile is on. It's not going to budge. I turn on the radio. When my friend gives a nudge.
A societal lie, A sad sight to see, Jaded and detached From true reality. The embodiment of madness Is an everyday routine, Eyes so blurred, Life remains unseen.
Make up your mind. It's death in the cold. One step forward. A chance to grow old. When we surrender. Lights are dim. Through dark paths and hallways. Mind on a whim. Out on the ledge.
Sorry for my unexpected hiatus. General crappy life has stunted my creativity and I literally haven't written one poem for ages. It's annoying, because I can't seem to get back into it again very...
~ I wrote this when I was 17ish and wasn't really into poetry. I just found it crammed in my documents and thought I'd digitalise it (for the planet and all :P) It's pretty crap.
Lazy days The sun is sounding Caressing the pavements Soft and grounding I find a warm place to rest my dozy mind And be one with the grass blades So happy, I find: Soaking in the rays of...
You're the smile I want to see, You're the skin I want to touch, You're the person I want to make happy, You're the one I love so much.
I think we've just got to take off our backpacks from the past, fill the new ones more wisely than before, and carry on our journey..
~ Sorry this is a but depressing... but everyone has a dark side, right. ~ What is the best way to exit a door. Running out screaming or falling flat on the floor.
I hibernate Through my own inadequacy In pulling my life together The strings aren't broken The connections are there It is me who continues to isolate Myself from every opportunity Every...
The only person that can make you feel lonely is yourself..
This time that man invented, I really do resent it, For when I am waiting for it to pass, The longer it seems to last.
Love leads us into strange places, Indeed I have loved some strange faces, But no love has been stranger than my love for you, For you caused me not just to love But to hate you too.
Like sand in my hands They gently Yet surely slip away Out of my grip My hands can't save What I've already lost They all go Along with my expectations I knew no grip could be firm enough No care...
If there's anything I should have learned long ago, it is that friends are like diamonds. I've only realised this after treating them like coal. Now I have no diamonds..
~ Sorry if this is a bit morbid. ~ I used to think I was a survivor, But now I think I was wrong, Now I think I'm trying for nothing When before I thought I was strong.
Sometimes I just want to be loved. It seems like such a criminal thing to think. How dare I even let that be a passing thought. My cage is an empty fortress.
Living without anyone you can trust is like being dropped into the middle of the ocean without a float..
Hi guys.
~ Warning: rant. ~ I am not your blessing, but your curse. How could you view me this way.
I'm a touch of untamed, Stubborn and ferocious, Sweet and solid, Assured and precocious. I'm not easy to handle, I guess you could try, But without certain knowledge It wouldn't be wise..
Dreamlike, the morning comes, I imagine who is awake on those rabbit runs, Light streams through, I feel my warm skin as it gleams, I open my eyes and uncover colour amidst the whitish creams: Pale...
From toes to my nose, That's how I like my duvet. No gaps for monsters..
Sometimes I wonder If I am going insane. Muffins, anyone?.
If someone hurts you, mentally or physically, get out of there. Don't hang around for anyone - not even yourself. Calculate, analyse and find a moment to escape, so when that moment comes, run.
Panic attack because your safety has gone. Drug yourself up just for protection. Every minute seems like torture sitting with the stranger that is yourself. Fuck.
Intrepid hearted Girl has a dream in motion. She isn't stopping..
Wait away the days, Summer's coming closer now, But not close enough..
The touch of your lips takes me on trips of pleasure with your tactile moves, Embracing, tasting, hearts racing Right here, we have nothing to lose.
I had you once, I had you twice, Remember when we camped out at the show. Kate scared you to death and you stung your butt when you had to "go".
Beautiful. Of course you're beautiful. Of course you're so utterly brilliant and amazing. Because you And me And them...
~ It's 4am and I'm still avoiding sleep, so I wrote this poem.
I feel a bit uninspired at the moment. Do you ever get those times where nothing you write seems good enough. It's ever so depressing.
I sit still here, and listen to the thunder, It rolls right over as I cower under, It makes me feel like I'm three inches high, As I am shaken to my knees from its presence in the sky.
You don't win anything by participating in a war..
When you spend the night watching 4 movies in a row, finally go to bed at 5am, wake up early and realise that you're an idiot and you hate the world because your zombie-body, scratchy-eyes and...
If I could find the perfect man and the perfect woman, I would open up a zoo for endangered humans and put them in it..
Ever noticed that the word bed is shaped like a bed. Bed has a nice comfortable headboard. bed is more of a regular wooden or metal structure. BED is a divan. I'm sorry...
~ Warning: May cause distress, so don't read if you're in doubt.
Lay to flight Little birds, Sailing through a melancholy blue, Soaring high above like pennies Waiting to fall.
Sleepy eyes Slowing Down Not enough energy To smile or frown Tiring, bl ur ri n g R b i n u b n g My...
Well, sort of. It's coming soon. @Stablish put me up to the mutual challenge of having something towards a novel done by Friday evening and posted on here and as you can see, I failed it.
You can be, You can do, You can excel, You can win, You can succeed, You can lead, And it all comes From within. ~ This one is for my husband, @ThatManDan. To Daniel: You can. ~.
Has any budding author on Opuss thought about using pen names. Or, are you already published and are using one now. Whichever point you're at, what would you say your motives are/were in your...
Mother: You're the reason I felt like I'd failed. Step-father: You're the reason I felt worthless. Half-sisters: You're the reason I felt alone. Father: You're the reason I felt unwanted.
If there's one thing I've learnt in life, it is that sometimes it's okay to be selfish.
I really need to write a story or two, but to be honest, I'm scared at the thought of it.
100 followers after 12 days, I can't believe it is true. Finding my posts through this talented maze And deciding that they somehow touched you.
In your journey through life, you will come across two kinds of people: the foolish and the wise. The foolish are stubborn, self-oriented and learn lessons late.
Never strive for perfection - it only strangles you. Instead, act from the heart; don't be too afraid to be impulsive; and ignore those negative thoughts telling you that something's not good enough.
Unforgettable eyes Pull me near Hypnotise me Wipe away that tear We'll meet up again Someday soon Share a final kiss Under the pale blue moon Can I capture your soul In that deep black gloss.
Be you. Be it all. Be something. That's all you have to do..
When you look right up at the stars at night You will see me reflected in their shine, For I am a feral piece of the world And what you see is all mine.
~I wrote this half asleep and I don't really like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway :P~ My bubble has a membrane, thin yet strong, I high-five its inner walls knowing something's wrong, I cannot...
I like you. I like you a lot. I always have from the start. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen - An absolute work of art.
Every little moment in which you let fear lead your life, your world becomes a little smaller..
This is just a little note to say that I might be a bit less active on here at the moment as I have a fair bit of packing to do with the house move.
Blurred vision slows me Valium taking over Relaxed feeling now.
Wet nose on my skin Furry presence next to me Purrs himself to sleep.
Humid dark blue night Fireflies dance over river Trees spectate the show.
I laugh myself sore Raw eyes squeezed tight and seeping With happiness drops.
The mind is a glorious thing, but it is also very fragile.
Your heart can't predict the future, but your mind can try. ~ Yeah, I'm feeling a little anti-love today xD ~.
Listen to your heart... until it leads you into stupid situations. Then you realise why your mind has been holding a grudge against you..
Jealousy doesn't have a place in the presence of self-love. Self-love doesn't have a place in the presence of jealousy..
~This poem isn't aimed at anyone in particular, it's just an expression of love. To nobody. Or anyone.
~I wrote this when I was 15 - We were focusing on descriptive language, so I came up with this. I couldn't use semicolons correctly for the life of me...
Every time the kittens chew my wires, I die a little inside....
~This is a mini-story that I wrote when I was 12. It makes me laugh when I read it now as I think the ending is so stupid, but anyway. Sorry if it's a long Opuss.
As much as I love second-hand quotes, I like to follow original writers. I write my own material, and I'm interested in others who do the same.
~This poem is about Depersonalisation, a mental illness that I suffer from where I feel disconnected from my body. A lot of people who smoke weed develop it, but I attained it sober.
~I wrote this when I was 18 in a moment of broodiness. Writing a poem was a good form of letting it out/contraception ;) It kind of makes me cringe at the moment, but anyway...~ I love babies.
I just wanted to thank everyone who has followed, liked and commented on my stuff so far. It means just so much to me. I've got the confidence of an earthworm so it's an incredible boost.
~This poem is about addiction; what it does to the mind, and what it does to the people at the receiving end of the addict's ways.
~I'm moving house.
The thing I am finding hardest to write over anything is a letter to my 91 year old grandmother.
Whatever, wherever, however you write - there will always be an audience who love it..
I've been using them. Apprehensively. But have I been abusing them. Critics - Criticise!.
I love Opuss BUT there are a few little bugs I've seen flying about.
~This poem was inspired by my kitty cats and their level-headed stomp as they go about their day in our house :) ~. Puss puss puss puss. I'm a pussycat, puss. Stalking down a rat, puss.
When putting yourself at risk for the ones you love, some call it stupid. I call it prioritising..
A creative outlet is the best medicine that can be given to treat a mental illness..
I'm riddled with anxiety tonight. I've suffered from panic attacks since I was fourteen, and Agoraphobia for a few years, but tonight feels uniquely frightening.
~This is just a little poem I wrote to motivate myself.
Follow the heart, not the herd. ~ I chose to write this quote to remind myself of what I stand by most. ~.
~I wrote this poem not from my own experience (As I'm a bit of a loner) but from the kind of friendship that I dream of having. It's more like a written picture.
You don't project survival - you ride it. ~I wrote this quote while going through a tough time in my life. There is no planning, sometimes you just have to DO.~.
Is it the difficulties that are real. Or the perception that something is difficult?.
Hi everyone. I'm glad I've found Opuss, it seems like an amazing way to connect with and follow amateur writers.