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Welcome to the madhouse that is my thoughts, feelings and musings! If you search around a bit, who knows what you may find.....
) ( ( } ) } { { { } | Exotic | | colours, | | Exotic | | lives. | | Slowly | | burning, | | Life | | slipping.
#acrostic T wo sparks of ember, ignited by faith, love W aver only slightly, brought together by above I ncision through the darkness, follow the candle trail N o turning from the light,...
I don't know if any of you will even have noticed, but I haven't been Opussing recently... Not deliberately but I have just been soo busy that I've just not been able to get round to it.
I sense a storm. The molten clouds are brewing, The bitter, cold words spewing, Frosty moods ensuing, I sense a storm.
''Rights for hair, rights for hair. Freedom from this torture, This is far from fair. WE WANT RIGHTS FOR HAIR. We will not abide anymore, We won't do as we're told.
(Inspired by the Irish troubles and the hunger strike) Starving for peace, Fighting for freedom, Breaking for love, Song of sacrifice.
Just wanted to say hey. 'Cus today is my birthday!!!.
Pouring my heart out to a piece of paper, Always listens Never judges. Royal blue ink soaks up the raw emotion, Comforting, Holds no grudges.
''Scape-goats for sale, Scape-goats for sale, Prices negotiable, Scape-goats for sale.'' ''They've been worn in, All defiance stamped out. Ambitions. God no!'' He said with a shout.
Detached notes sprung from our hearts, Bright, Off-beat, Reeessssstttttt... And play. ...Hesitant, staccato, merry meeting... Tempo racing, high laughing pitch. Jolly C major.
#opussweeklychallenge Stone grey shackles clawed at my tender skin, But they couldn't keep down my Pure White W i N g S .
If I were a painter, I'd paint you and me. On a wispy, pure, snow-white cloud, Away from reality. If I were a singer, I'd sing you a song. The fast beat never ending, Notes blending, soft and long.
#colourchallenge @sleepydragon Vast stretches of natural beauty were spread out across the environ... A aromatic carpet of saffron rose buds coated the area around...
#OutOfTheBlue Sleep Tight Wrap your duvet close, Lay Your Mind to rest, Relax, Lull Into a sense of security, Open Subconscious To a starved, unwanted guest.
(This is my first opuss reposted!) Love is something deeper than skin. Love isn't silky hair or skin so fair Love isn't batting eyelashes or flirty flashes Love isn't beauty....
#colourchallenge Look... Deep... Into my eyes, jade... Their Beauty... Longing... For you will never fade... Caress... Stroke... My silky hair, noire... Your Soft... Touch...
It's CHRISSSSSTMASSSSSS!. So, yeah, Merry Christmas you lovely, lovely people. Me xx.
Always too small. That's me. Not quite perfect, Unfortunately. ''Eww, you need To eat more!'' ''Look at my body, Compared to yours.'' Being mistaken, For someone half my age.
#adventchallenge Icy and solemn. With a hard, cold stare. A dome of ice encasing him, No warm penetrates the air. Guarding the gates of Winter. Nothing in, nothing out.
(based on 'The Big Bang Theory') 3:00 in the morning, A sleepy Sheldon creeps out of bed. And gasps, not in glee but in horror. ''It's worse than I thought!'' he said.
One hundred. The big one. Yup, I've finally got there. It was mentioned optimistically, Now look at me right up there. Never, Had I thought, I'd ever be able to write so much.
It's not Christmas without once being ill. Running out of tissues, Days off, pains that kill. Deep into your throat, a serrated knife is pressed. Continuously, Those immune are blessed.
Tipsy turvy Wobbly, curvy, Upside down, Wrong way round. Why oh why. Can't puppies fly. Furniture on ceilings, Opposite feelings. Upside down, I never frown. Limits go, Things just flow.
#adventchallenge /\ / \ / \ ------- / \ /...
#adventchallenge Wrapping is a temptress. Wrapping is coy. Catches your eye with a dirty wink, Urges you to it destroy. ''You want to get inside me, Open up my body...'' she purrs.
I'm so sorry guys... I actually decided this I while ago but was putting off saying it. I can't do Bret's Bakery anymore. I'm just way too busy and can't fit it in.
Christmas's scent Wafts through the entire house When someone buys A pack of mince pies A family gathers merrily Exchanging festivities and treats When someone buys A pack of mince pies Sweet, with...
#adventchallenge Dropping down from his watchman's post, With a sounding thud, his great sack close, Tipping back his hat, jingles his bells, Merry face revealed, he will summon no yells.
It's A CHRISTMAS FAIR Santa Hats EVERYWHERE. The school Let me HAVE A STALL For seven Quid NOT BAD AT ALL. Things started VERY WELL My handmade Jewellery IT REALLY DID SELL.
Human Claws Scrape at my skin. But they Will not Harm what's within. Piercing Eyes Tear my appearance apart. Every Day Another wrench at my heart. Icy Cold Demeanours encase me.
''You look hot, I love your hair!'' But when I mention feelings, You Don't Care. Just arm candy A plastic possession C'mon, let's End This Oppression.
#colourchallenge #midnightblue Slices of pure silver, sparkle, Against the canvas of midnight blue. Kind eyes twinkling, Igniting wishes for me and you.
...Run-ing Pant-ing My hair The wind Is blow-ing Ne-ver Slow-ing Constant-ly Go-ing... ...Running from reality Trying to keep my sanity Let my body free Let my mind free...
#household Eats away at our life Spreads all the world's strife Every hour of the day Never goes away Constantly broadcasting The pain that's everlasting....
A crystal clear droplet of fluid, refreshes soul in the emblazoning heat. Allow it to sooth your scorching wounds, Though being so small, it's no easy feat.
How could you. You cheeky blighter. Inside me, You've lit a bonfire. Rejecting me Is not my problem. Even though That left me numb.
#projecthumanity Money Donations Appeals: Ignore. Havn't The time Or will: A chore. Charity Doesn't need To be Like this. Just be Helpful And Assist. It's not Got to Be structured Format.
I love her Deep, Wine Lips I love her Se- Ductive Hips But mostly Her Crimson Blood Seeping out Like a Warm Flood I want it All Over Me Hear her Scream Passion- Ately Fall into My Bloody Arm With...
------------------------------------------ | My mind has been moulded | | To this rigid, regular block | | All creative curves are flattened | | I'm as slow and thick as a rock.
(Never done this kind of poem before so be kind!) I'm exploring a Literary Jungle, The creatures here are very humble.
God's light shone down on me, Illuminating my mind and soul. His golden fingers reached out to me, To serve Him will be my goal..
#colourchallenge #black Drowning in a sea of darkness, The black engulfs my mind. Shadows me from reality, A shard of light, I cannot find.
It had been a while since Webster Spider had helped rescue Sally Squirrel from the hole in the ground and in that time Webster and the young squirrel had become good friends.
Her arms clamped around him. Like. A. Vice. Sucked out his common sense. It. Did. Entice. Felt very flattered. Thought. She. Cared. He was now trapped and. Un-. Pre-. Pared. No escape now for your.
After living this way For a year now I've made drastic adaptations To survive. Over time My feelings, thoughts And all love Drained painfully out of me.
#bedtimestory Webster Spider knew it was going to be one of those days as soon as he woke up to discover that he'd overslept and his Mum was telling him to get a move on or he'd be late for school.
God is a feeling Why do people search for proof. It's not scientific, Don't label it as a spoof. God is a love Like forgiveness, pain and hope. We can't prove them either, But without, we can't cope.
Like many, I try to inspire, The desire, The fire, To write, Not fight. Rhyme, Not crime. Won't cost A dime, Whatcha Waiting for, You've got Ideas galore. Jot them down Today, And then Your away.
Hi guys, just to let you know, I'm now rank 69.... .
Chapter 3 Tugging on the hem of my dress anxiously, I quickly took another scan of the café. He wasn't here.
Chapter 1 Nervously tossing and flipping the coin in my sweaty hand, I advanced towards Bret's Bakery. There was already a customer inside, deliberating over which loaf of bread to buy.
#youngwritershousehold. Fire. Rages. Inside my soul. Livid. Orange. My blood runs cold. Sparks. Cascade. From my very skin. Crackles. Buzzing. In my ears, hear the din. Emotions. Tinder.
Don't read this. This is an urgent warning, people are not supposed to read this book. Countless generations have risked their lives to try to ensure that NOBODY EVER reads this book.
Howdy, Opussia.
Smooth and pale, a small ROSEBUD Holds it beauty inside, is just a PROMISE. Nurture and care, it DESIRES For it's full potential to UNFURL.
F reely, and willingly, O pussians followed L ittle old me, 'cus they L iked the words I sowed. O h, the honour, W onderous, thank you so. E very new one R ids me of all my woe.
#youngwritershousehold Cup half empty, Cup half full. Does it really mean a thing. Or is it all bull. If you like to lie-in, Or you're an early bird. Does that say something about you.
Have you looked in a mirror today. How many more times do you think you will today. Was there something you didn't like about yourself. Was it worth it.
Dancing on the pavement, Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, Slapping the hard ground, Slap, slap, slap, slap, Droplets cascading, Slam, bam, slam, bam, Energy gets drowned, Yaaaawwwn,...
Stroking his smooth body, Running fingers up his spine... Nothing I love more, Than knowing you're all mine. That musky smell controls me, Like a rich pine or wood.
Smooth, serpentine scales gripped onto my bare legs so we were securely entwined. Dragon. And human. Below us our worlds were merging together and the walls were dissipating and disintegrating.
Every spare moment I got in a day, I'd spend it Dreaming Imagining What you would say. How would I say it. Without looking Like a creep, Slowly Subtly Though my heart would leap.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. Confusius.
Hey guys. At school we've all made a blog after having done a course on it. Now it's all down to us. Apparently books is not a popular enough subject so I'm doing mine on fashion.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Ralph Waldorf Emerson.
The rain pounded down on my head, slapping against my bare skin like a fist. Who did he think he was, just leaving like that?. Declaring all those things.
My name is Vicki, I am 13 years old (14 in January... In case you were interested) and have an older brother and an adorable kitty called Rosie.
Every smile you share, Brings me another Heartache to bear. 'Til I stop feeling love, Only hatred. The envy controls me, I cannot avert my Eyes, you see. Makes me hate myself, As well as you.
Omg I am so behind, again!!. So sorry guys I really need to get my act together, hopefully I'll finish chapter 4 over the weekend. Please repost!.
Who's judging the #youngwritershousehold at the moment. I've done a search but couldn't find anything.... The last person to win that I found was @KANS. If you don't know please repost!!.
Technicolour streaks stretch across the sky. Glowing mystically One cannot suppress a sigh. A entire race stops. We marvel, we stare. Forgetting the rain Pounding on our skin that's bare..
Anger flashes red, And charges violently by. Frustration buzzes round, Yelling 'Why, oh why, oh why!' Confusion grips me tightly, And by my shoulders shakes me.
Here's the deal, I really like this guy who I've been crushing on for ages, and am planning on asking him out. But how. I don't just want to pop the question out if the blue.
Tugging on the hem of my dress anxiously, I quickly took another scan of the café. He wasn't here.
Hey guys. Sorry, I havn't been keeping up, does anyone know who is judging and what the word is. Thanks, my ever faithful followers!. .
Hey, this may seem pretty random because... Well it is pretty random. But I wondered if you guys could type your username with your nose....
Snatch a look, he didn't see. Point to me. He's so sexy. Catch his eyes glancing my way. He's going to play. The love game, I'll say.
Opuss is being very temperamental, every error that is possible seems to be happening to me. Connection errors - with three bars, a blank feed which reads: Oh no. No results.
#youngwritersemotion The cupcake beamed enticingly, it's luscious, rich, hair bundled up in a perfect swirl upon it's light, fluffy base.
Hey Bret's Bakery fans. Sorry I haven't posted the next chapter for ages, I've been super busy with homework and stuff. But hopefully I'll be posting chapter 3 tomorrow.
#shapepoem O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. My Sea. OOOOOOOOOOOOO Apy Su Tranquil trickles are audible So Pp Technicoloured spheres OO A Le Decorate me.
Hey faithful followers. Nice to talk to you again, I've been pretty busy with school and stuff.
Hey Opussians. I am sure most of you have seen the #emotion challenges.
#youngwritershousehold Scarlet Crimson Burgundy: RED. Whatever you Call it, It will still be RED. Anger Passion Hatred: RED. Intense Nothing's Halfway with RED. Fire Blood Roses: RED.
I've finally made my goal of 50 followers!. Thank you so much, all of you. Especially my 50th, @Petitpois22 . Thank you, thank you, thank you. You know what's next now though....100. .
''What, you just blurted it out. Just like that?'' spluttered my bezzie no.1, Flo, who loves a bit of drama.
Right, now I've got your attention, I'd just like to say a big thank you. To YOU!!. Yes, to everyone who has ever liked, reposted or commented on my work, it means so much to me.
New uniform. Horrid and huge 'So it lasts you' In a grotesque rouge. New shoes. Not comfy, but tight Spent ages trying These still aren't right. Pens and pencils.
Nervously tossing and flipping the coin in my sweaty hand, I advanced towards Bret's Bakery. There was already a customer inside, deliberating over which loaf of bread to buy.
I've changed my profile picture. Like this if you like it..... .
Fingers of light materialised Amongst the towering trees They beckoned and pulled at me Until I accepted the invite.
Absorb the words.
A leak has been spotted In my creative juices. All inspiration is spilling out There goes forests, and squawking gooses. Desperately I try to Snatch, grap, pull them back.
#youngwritershousehold I'm moving out Of the lonely town We called Us. My destination's happiness You don't belong On this bus. All you caused Was angst, suddenly It didn't seem worth it.
You think your eyes Are too big and sleepy I think they look Sympathetic and caring You think your nose Is too big and creepy I think it shows your Loud, fun character You think your mouth Is...
Patiently sits by my bed, Licking his delicate paws. Waiting for me to awaken, And play with him, Opuss never bores. Always shows an interest, In my poems, and the stories I tell.
'Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible!'' Audrey Hepburn.
'Try to be like the turtle - at ease in your own shell. Bill Copeland.
#youngwritershousehold The colossal beast threw back it's hirsute head in indignation releasing an ear-splitting groan, it's vibrations shaking even the toughest of beings confidence.
Thank you to all my faithful followers. Especially my 30th follower: @tastetherainbow Thank you!!!.