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
It takes just a tap
To make someone's day
If you liked what they wrote
Then take out the grey
Replace it with warmth
A gesture so kind
If you liked it then <3 it
And fuel their mind
You'll make them inspired
To write out their heart
That's what I'm describing
Go on, do your part
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Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments.
It doesn't matter. What ranking I am. What matters the most. I've done the best that I can. I like writing my jibber. Creating new stuff. If you don't like them. I guess it is tough.
Looking for inspiration, was a hard task for me. I was thinking as hard as thinking goes, to where he might be. I looked under my bed and inside my closet. Was he there?. Of course he wasn't.
The dread writers block isn't something I suffer But it serves a purpose, it acts as a buffer For if your ideas are not quite so assured A chip off the block, and Hey Presto, you're cured.
Gone are the days. The mystical ways my mind would play. The inspiration I would find from a topic on my mind. The kind way my brain would relay a message. The relationship of a related heritage.
Wrote a poem It was brand new Wrote a poem Just for you Filled with everything that's happened Between me and you All the things you've said And all the things you do I wrote this poem I wrote it...
#nature I've lost my muse, I would use the Ocean, But she's too blue. Would drown me with her emotions. I would use the Fire, But she burns to bright. Would set my paper a light.
Inspiration. Strikes. In the dead of the. Night,. Ungodly hours,. Or whilst I'm in. The shower,. My brain confused,. With lyrical. Abuse,. A to Z of verse. Put it together. Make words converse,.
I've nothin to say. I'm lost for words. I think I will wait. For the singing of birds. For they are my key. My shadow of light. They inspire my opuss. So I get it right. So I'll bid you farewell.
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