Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments.
#tipsyntiredsongs ~ ~ ~ I can hear it bounding, I can hear the lust I can hear its twisted heart beating through the dust I know what is coming now, I know that I must run I know I must reach the...
"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.
#nightdwellers You made a choice, so pay the price But are you 'priest' or 'sacrifice'. Are you the Moon's holy daughter Or are you lamb fit for slaughter.
#opussdystopia • Chapter II - Ghosts Take us to a place where a fantasy can take shape, Write of frightening tales where we can't wait to escape.
#tipsyntiredsongs The Opusses I tag as #tipsyntiredsongs are lyrics composed to be sung and should be published on YouTube in the future on my group's channel: Tipsy & Tired. I hope you enjoy them.
The stately bird, he cocked his head. And fixed me with a gaze of lead. Polished, metal, yet toxic like. Less like a sparrow, more like a Shrike. He watched me through my grimy glass.
#bestofopuss #remberance I can still remember It was in a bleak November, When the heater was but an ember. We sat on the carpet floor. It was school at it was raining.
Crunch, crack. As you walk through the wood. Whip your torch, lest you should. See Him. Standing. Tall. In the fog. Breathe, breathe. As you watch the light. Your pool of vision in the night. See Him.
I'll understand if you can't do it Forgive my rotten ways The things I spoke behind your back During my deepest darkest days I'm offering, if you want me gone I'll gladly turn my back And let you...
For every time you put me down. For every word that stung. For every cruel shout and frown. For every punch you flung. I'll tell the world of my misfortune. I'll tell them what you've done.
Circling, breaking, turning Never learning, always yearning For something more.
Deep beneath the waves Where light dies and fades And treasure lies, decays There's a city built for all.
Break my heart And swear to die For all your sins I will not cry. In the darkness In this night I make this vow By candlelight. No matter what, No matter why I'll stand by you Until I die.
#opussdystopia • Chapter I - Burial Grounds I can be a dreamer in the dark. I don't need flame to make a spark. ~ Dreams In The Dark by @overskill • Somewhere in the Sahara Desert.
#remberance I can still remember It was in a bleak November, When the heater was but an ember. We sat on the carpet floor. It was school at it was raining.
Dear Followers and Friends: After the big move from England to Spain, and adapting to Spanish life and Spanish half-way-through-the-first-term exams, I have finally returned to my beloved Opuss.
I'm going away for a few days. I'm making my big move from Stratford in England to Madrid in Spain, and it involves living in a flat with no wifi for a while. See you all soon. Alex.
#opussdystopia The time to present yourself has come to an end. I'm taking everyone who entered and starting my selection.
Dear precious followers (and any other Opussian reading this): I've been developing this idea for a while.
I promise to betray you. I promise to be cold. I promise to misunderstand. I promise to get old. I promise to despise you. I promise to move on. I promise to find someone else. I promise love is gone.
The psychologist's office does not seem to belong to the kind of man who would allow a underage citizen to make an appointment.
It wasn't when I saw Sande When she began to sing About the world and news and us And life and everything Or when she posed on the piano And her ride drove her away Across the frozen London town Of...
• This is an adaptation/translation of a Spanish folklore song. All the writing techniques are by me: no direct translation, only the theme and story of the words.
That awkward moment when an Opuss you thought was good gets no likes at all and you don't know wether you should delete it or wait it out another day... We've all been there.......... Right?.
There's a sweet little symbol. At Opuss's core. It's on every post. And it always gives more. It's small and it's pewter. But it can be made yellow. So brilliantly simple. Yet warming and mellow.
A spirit. A ghost. Drifting as light. From body. From corpse. Up to the night. A ballad. A tune. From glimmering form. A life. A thought. But something to mourn. Just drifting. Just gliding.
'Mother... If I ever depend on a machine to stay alive... Please... Pull the plug...' 'Ok honey, if you're sure-' 'GODDAMN IT MUM, NOT THE ROUTER!!'.
In the 21st century, it's near impossible to delete someone from your life: you have to delete them on Facebook, Twitter, Whatssap... I think it's easier to just kill them..
For all those 12 year olds who post status updates on Facebook such as: - 'How can I carry on?' - 'I can't live my life now you're not in it.' - 'I'll never find anyone like you again.' You can...
A change decided for me Before I could object Callously and cruelly Decidedly direct Enraged I tried to stop it Futile was my fight Gutted I lie crying Howling through the night Instead of...
"And when you reach that point, it stops being about you.
Nothing Never Why should there ever be. Why should I trust anyone besides myself and me. Nothing Never Friendship is all lies A manipulation seen through some desperate eyes.
I learnt the alphabet with my best friend I learnt it when I was ten I didn't know it in English Others laughed She taught it to me And so many other things I sill remember her voice singing the...
The rain spatters the window of classroom, making a gloomy day gloomier still.
I was born for a reason. A purpose. An aim. To sow their misfortune. To kill. And to maim. But chose to change track. To rebel. To step out. To warn of death coming. To sing. Devout.
The shadows curled Around me. Smothering heart And soul. Forcing me to turn To see That I had lost my goal. I gave up on my life Then. The pain exceeding Hope. I'd lost the power To carry on.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which they never show to anyone. - Mark Twain.
It was there all along. I never knew, I never realised, barely even suspected.