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#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Why is a raven like a writing desk. Who knows, who cares. And would you like more tea. I'm not sure who's mad anymore, Is it you or me.
My heart sighs in-between beats,. My skin aches, misses the touch. Of your loving fingertips,. My lips wait for another kiss,. You're the one I love,. The one I always miss,.
It was just your hand, Lacerated by hatred, Envy, jealousy, A concealed weapon, But it could have been Your heart, Your life taken in a moment, And how would I have Carried on without you.
White on blue on white, Ice on water, snow on ice, As the river flows beneath, A rumbling beast, Fluff of cloud in sky of blue, Cold wind howls on by And whistles through, Bough of pine trees,...
[Sorry it's taken so long and is only short. I'm having a bit of writer's block at the moment.
A t the break of my heart there you stood; M an, myth, more, what I'd been waiting for, O ut for the count, I fell and I fell hard, U nder your gentle thumb, to the point of no R eturn; you have my...
I'll be your something borrowed, I'll be your something blue, I'll be your place to shelter When the storm has soaked you through.
I'm quietly going insane. As your words twist. Through my tangled hair,. Caress my neck with. Careless breath, with promises. So fit to break, I'm fit for. Nothing but to be held.
Your gentle words speak Love and hope and joy; Three weeks until your Unexpected and much Longed for return, Twenty-one days and then I'll wait no more, You'll be back in my arms, Where you...
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Had it all I thought, your love, your heart, until Everything was ripped Apart. Rejected, dumped and Thrown away, Broken now, that's how I'll stay.
I can't stop sneezing, My nose drips like a tap, My head is aching, I'm feeling pretty crap. My body is tired, Eyes stinging in my head, It's only a cold but I'm wishing I were dead.
Do I love you less for time and space, For hours spent in lonely beds, Nights without your arms, without My head resting on the gentle rise And fall of your broad chest, The sound of your...
Somedays it takes all my strength just to feel alive,. If I was pulled any thinner, I don't think I'd survive,. I am just the empty hollow in between your dreams,.
J ade green water swirled with red, A nother hapless swimmer dead, W ill Brody sink or will he float. S eems he'll need a bigger boat... #acrostic.
S ilent swimmer, gliding through, at H ome beneath the deepest blue, A ttacks and ravages man and beast, R ogue predator, on all will feast, K ills, maims, swims away, to stalk an kill...
Knees tremble, eyes run, Stomach aches, it's just begun. Walk the boards, take the stage, Room is blurry, lost my page.
22. iThingies - iPad, iPod, iPhone...I'm addicted. Mainly because of Opuss, but I do waste a lot of hours on apps... 23. Buying things on eBay.
Does that long inhale of smoke Catch in your charred throat When you scowl, dark and low, Bright eyes beneath a furrowed brow, And see every line, flaw, mistake, Etched into my heart and face.
You hold my hand, And I navigate across a minefield, You hold my hand, And I levitate across the sea. You hold my hand, And I reach the summit of a mountain, I can do anything, If you are here with...
If I cried in the night, You wouldn't hear me. I stand in front of you now, Tears down my face, But you don't believe it. Everyone thinks you care, But I know different.
Some like the handsome, Some like the brave, But I like those who misbehave. Give me a coward, A weasly sneak, And I'll be happy for a week.
You go to war willingly,. Not for what you believe,. Or because it's right,. But to save yourself. From a real fight,. No idea that death will. Hold your hand for. Two years; bearing the.
Is it wrong, Ridiculous, Crazy, To fall in love With characters Who are not real.
I take you:. A flash of white and black. As discarded livery falls. To the deep-piled, carpeted floors,. The ice of your eyes. Melting, finally, twisted lips. Leaving malice behind. And speaking love.
#100things In no particular order... 1. Fantasising about better days, past or yet to come. 2. Writing; poetry, fiction, anything. Just putting the words that roam around my mind down on paper. 3.
[Warning: swear words] Paint my face with the rouge of a lovers words How inappropriate and vulgar I've become To cling to such an uncouth youth in revolt There's no water for this elephant in the...
The way you kiss a cigarette,. Caress the filter gently. Between sarcastic and cursed lips,. Smile like a knife edge,. You are as intoxicating as. The smoke you blow in waves,.
I'm full of apathy, There's an empty place in my chest Where you used to be. You've got no sympathy, I wonder if you understand Just what you've done to me.
Good morning all, here are the results of the beginning line challenge (I'm sorry they're a little late!). I had a lot of great entries and I mean it when I say I had difficulty choosing the winner.
Post what you want As long as its not about God; You'll offend everyone And they'll jump on you Like you're an idiot.
. I'm a L oser for unrequited love, Head O ver heels, free falling to eArth, V anity to think you'd wanT me back, E veryone can see that you'rE too good for me.
A smile that lifts the room, Your laugh consumes, As you happily play the fool, Though your talent and intellect Are completely evident.
Chronicide;. Killing time with evil eyes. And fingers made from seconds past,. Hands sucking minutes from my life,. Face white and drained, cannot rewind,. To memories of the early hours.
L ive, alive, when the band takes the stage, I nto the pit, push, shove, pressed close, V ibrations rise with the first notes, the crowd E xplodes, arms up, jump as one, a jumbled, M ass of arms and...
[12+ A couple of swear words and seriously bad attitudes] A ntidepressant shocking cocktail hit, B eta-blockers and psychology bullshit, C affine, 50 milligrams, injected directly into veins, D...
I'm getting good at living With crushed and broken limbs, Paper cuts on fingertips, Split and bleeding lips.
S and and sea and salty memories of sunscreen on hot golden skin and T ime spent beneath bluest skies streaked with white gulls and coloured kites, I n cold clear waters and crashing waves, ...
You came and saw and conquered, Took me over from the start, Is it any surprise you Found yourself caught in my heart.
There's an unfairness in the world, Unfair in it's distribution, Are some lives really so perfect, Or is it an unfair illusion.
Drop the lies,. Cut all your. Lifelines, disguises,. You make me. Feel alive,. With every inch. You give,. The taste of you. Still on my lips,. I'm brand new. But seizing up. And dying a death.
The next few weeks passed quickly in a blur, filled with days holding hands and half-listening in lectures and giggling together with Marshall in the library, evenings watching movies squeezed onto...
I 'll keep this wisdom in my flesh, I leave here believing more than I had.
Thank you to @jackalice for choosing my piece to win the last round of the beginning line challenge. Now the weighty task falls to me.
As the snow melted, I wept in awe Of what had been and all I saw; When years ago, you passed away On such a snowy winter's day, I found your form coated with frost, And the footprints of my lover,...
When I woke up it took me a good thirty seconds to realise where I was. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom.
It's funny how good news can make me feel lighter than air, like my insides are full of laughing gas and helium, like I'm made of some magical new element that is strong and powerful, yet light and...
The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space.
I'll pick up my old guitar, Bruised neck and crying strings, And play, play, play, My tears away, And hope tomorrow brings Lighter thoughts and better days, Where happiness may dwell; I've been a...
There's a troll under the bridge Though he's dressed a knight's armour, He insults with a joke And his smile seems quite disarming, He's apt to change his mind If he feels its in his favour, He might...
My heart is forever b-r-o-k-e-n My pain (unspoken) Papered ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ But I can still see the c/r\a|c/k\s #typography.
I do not love you, Not for a long time, I pretended and pretended Like my life depended Upon that connection, But no, I know that I most certainly Do not love you Anymore.
[Best viewed on iPad] R uthless selfish fulfilment of unreturned desire, A bject objectification of another, non-consensual P rostitution, though no recompense delivered, E xplicit denial of...
"You've got a fractured eye socket and you're going to need a few stitches to help that head wound heal," the doctor said, pointing to one of Marshall's X-rays, "and you probably have one hell of a...
H ands that would feed wield bayonets, Y es men vote nuclear without consequence, P oliticians feed off the class divide; O n the backs of broken babes they ride.
Semi-psychotic, Hipstertronic, Love affair with the neurotic, Social disorder, Obsessive-compulsive, Verging on autistic, I need to not fit in.
Just thought I'd draw attention to the Bridport Prize writing competition. It's just opened for poetry, short stories and flash fiction and has prizes up to £5000.
You're an immature Lay-philosopher With self-proclaimed Original ideas And a sense of Self importance Disproportionate To your achievements, But true to your Quick intellect.
Three inch crunch Flumph of boots Footprint skid Slip, slide, slip, Crack under muffled footsteps Silent precipitation Melting drifts, Drip, drop, drip, Slow thaw, slush-smush Tyres spin-grip And...
[Ok this part has a couple of swear words and a little violence.
Sometimes it feels Like a thorn is being Pushed slowly into My chest, A sharp stab of memory With every breath, A slow tearing of my wings, Clipped, flightless, I'm pinned and displayed For the...
Tramadol hit, Opium high, Hiding under My bed from The storm inside, Can you feel Feel Feel it. The friction of Air against skin, The friction of Nothing on nothing, Can you hear Hear Hear it.
I'm not here, Not really, My body carries on, Going through the Empty motions, Of hollow existence, But my heart, My mind, Are far away With you..
The snowflakes fall White whispers Like the softest kisses Melt as they land With grace and beauty Frozen ballerinas that ...
My chest unfolds to show An origami paper heart That cannot contain the waters Of my love for you, It overflows; Red pours out of the folds And creases, staining my palms With the obviousness Of my...
Make love not war, baby, Take up my arms in our Never-ending fight for pleasure, I've got more than enough gunpowder, So pour another drink of Something mellow, Golden yellow brown, That burns on...
It's the little things;. A look, a smile, a nudge. And a whispered in-joke,. Sharing your sandwich,. Bringing an extra apple. And feeding me oranges,. Baking a cake for us. (Even if it didn't rise!),.
Is your head so empty That you wish it to be filled With other people's Misguided words. Is your heart so barren That you get your self-esteem From only what the Mirror shows you.
"You have the most amazing eyes," I said, drawn into his gaze as if hypnotised.
Walking into a packed lecture theatre ten minutes late was not my idea of fun and by Marshall's body language I sensed it was last on his list of things he wanted to do today.
The glass shattered like her broken trust when he finally slammed the door. It was never repaired. #flashfiction.
[Warning: sexual content. 16+] He was there again, sitting at the end of the bar, a half-empty glass of honey-coloured ale in one hand, a book in the other.
I woke up in his bed and in his heart. #flashfiction [this is my 500th Opuss].
He handed the ring box over to the kindly woman behind the counter. Her smile dropped when she opened the box, revealing a simple, yet beautiful engagement ring.
I followed Marshall towards the busy students union; it was the only place on campus to get a real cup of coffee and thus was always filled with bleary-eyed and hungover students, desperate for a...
Waiting is half the pleasure. You said, just breathe it in,. Make the most of all you're missing,. Remember the feeling of not being. Close, of not having my lips. Pressed against your ivory skin,.
Shake me down with your golden words, Leave me gasping for more, I'm waiting for another speech To drop me to the floor.
#bestofopuss #acorns [a personal favourite] You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of...
S o to the bedroom floor we fall, fall for each other, forever more, O ver and out, I'm yours to own, make me tremble, make me moan, U nder your body, a writhing bliss at the...
I quickly got up from the table, my chair squealing against the sticky cafeteria floor. I had to go after him; I couldn't let Marshall walk away thinking that I was trying to hurt him.
Oh Thor, oh Thor, just look at you, waltzing in to save the day, The All-Father would be proud of you, the people of Asgard would say: "Hail our God of Thunder, hail our next in command, With flowing...
"You're staring," he said quietly, "is that what you came for. To stare at the freak?" His voice was angry but his grey eyes were sad, disappointed almost.
I made a mess of myself again, (Regret, shame, regret) It doesn't help; pain never eases pain, (Regret, shame, regret) It takes me ever further away, (Freak, loser, freak) I'll deal with my problems...
Thank goodness for our King Lee, Sense he always makes us see, Without his kind words, Our fights would get absurd, And I fear Opuss would cease to be. [for @LeeLee101].
You know what. I'm not leaving. I'm not being pushed out by accusations that aren't true.
Dear Me, Circa January 2012, So, you think things are tough now, do ya. Just wait. Yes, you'll make it through teacher training, even though at times you will feel like giving up.
Multiple account abuse I simply cannot abide, I wonder who controls @ashley1, two, three, four, five.
She posts a boring instaquote But it gets 'top of the day,' It's seems these 'copy-and-pasters' Won't let a lack of talent stand in their way!.
[Warning: 16+ only please, sexual content.
They reverberate, those Simple words that mean More than the sum of Their measly syllables, As you make a molehill Out of a mountain with Your casual tone, But your trepidation is evident In the...
[This was written today by Johnny after a few problems renewing his visa - it was too funny not to share.] SOME HELPFUL TIPS FOR GETTING A VISA EXTENSION IN NEPAL.
He always hated his scars, I could see it in the very way he moved, like frightened prey trying to avoid the deadly pounce of a predator, skulking through the shadows, always just out of shot, a dark...
It's a good day To never breathe again, Watch the sun rise One last time Before it all ends. It's a good day To waste away In longing and regret, When I can't forget What I'm missing.
Taken Stolen Bound Hidden Fear Disbelief Anger Grief Dark Cold Musty Old Drip Drop Blood Spot On Clammy Skin Locked In Matted Hair Dirty Clothes Barred Windows Concrete Floor No Door...
I realised about a year ago how much my happiness was tied up with yours. 2011 had been, in many ways, an awful year for you.
As I looked up to The dusted sky A shooting star Went blazing by, I wondered if You'd travelled far Just to burn up, Dear shooting star.
A new beginning,. Beginnings end,. A fresh start. To make amends,. Social construction,. Turning the page,. December to January;. A calendars revenge,. Numbers, days,. All meaningless,.
There's going to be A midnight rush On Opuss, Who can post The 'best' boring quote To make top of the day On the first of January.
I could feel the change coming; I could hold it back for a while, but it would overtake me eventually. I had learned by now that it was inevitable. If the moon was full, the change would come.