Writer who writes writings that may not be that well-written. Well me; I'm trying to write here in English as well as I can. Finnish is my language. But I guess I'll manage this somehow! I'm a teen-aged communications student who has always felt unexplainable love towards languages. I also enjoy good music (ie. Depeche Mode), art, good books, shortfilms and nature. And writing, too.
#newspoem Hello fellow Opussians, a thought of presenting you this one poem type to give you some inspiration popped up in my head. News-poems.
"Hearting" on Opuss: • People who you might barely know, but who happen to like writing aswell • "Wow, I love this poem this is so good.
So it's that time again Comes five times a week How many times has it been cried: Only this time it's a bit bad.
By singing his name I'd always be safe By holding his hands I'd have magic wands By kissing his lips I'd drink endless sips of love, of love, of love.
When I was a kid, this age was really far away.
Seemingly so innocent But your path is leading wrong After all the time we spent You still think I'm not strong. Your greediness disgusts me And all the lies you told Why am I not by your side.
Oops, I did it again. Like a virgin. Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away. No - you can't read my poker face. My heart stops when you look at me. I think I've had enough of this.
[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
I have a nice room But what does it matter if I don't want to be in there. I have nice siblings But what does it matter if they all moved away and I can't see them when I want.
Last week in countryside I saw poem -toilet papers "People sure appreciate poetry here... Geez what culture rapers...
On my way to school I wasn't feeling good But then something happened That lifted up my mood A little boy with his mom He just stood at his place His mom was walking onwards But a weird grin on his...
Maybe you know, Even tears taste good Love dying is my food And with this attracting mood No, I don't want a new start Chains surrounding my heart H.I.M.
Far far away. In the furthest table. Nerdish girl alone. No one around. I want to join her. So that I won't need to. Have my lunch alone. And everyone around wonders. Why do I join her.
(O)n a short break, in a grey corridor. (P)upils tap tap tap their smartphones. (U)seless time, useless deeds. (S)pent on Facebook, Facebook, Facebook. (S)o did I until I found. a better 'book'.
#acrostic challenge @leelee101 (T)he rapid gives the beat (A)nd blood sausages to eat (M)anchester's name it stole (P)eople don't fill it whole (E)very classic rock band of Finland is from...
They ask me how am I They're just going to pass by They don't want to hear the answer They talk of my height Besides of my weight Is that all that matters. To them Am I what. What am I.
One sheep. Two sheep. Dog at my feet. Not gonna sleep. Sleeping pains. No curtains. Mattress under. A snowthunder. 3.30 says the clock. Sheep, of them a nice flock. Parents snore. Sheep topscore.
I walk on my path of life. A girl appears on my right side. A boy on my left. "Don't give up!" shouts the boy. "Don't give in!" shouts the girl. They seem eager to control my life.
They are sleeping. Sleeping under the snow. Snow like a blanket. Keeps them in the deep sleep. We waddle around them. Or more like, the gravestones. "15 years...". But that won't make me.
Been so long since I saw your face I grew up, moved on as you moved place Sometimes I wish I could still sleep between You and your brother, future unseen It's not that I don't Like how things...
If a teen's room is clean, their life is a mess..
My existence annoys you I guess. But you know what. It's not my fault that I exist. You exist too, and I'm not going to cry about that. Because I suspect that you didn't make yourself.
And you say to your friends: "Come over & we'll drink!" But you'll be old and grumpy Sooner than you think Bottles of wine Just like your lust You stare at my face In slight disgust "You sure don't...
. That song It takes me It breaks me | How long | It chills me | How long | H It kills me | How long | H Ever long Your song.
That feeling is something that Cannot be depicted Not formed in words The rough thruth is that I shall never answer to you In endlessness it doesn't matter But in life's tiny moments Waiting is the...
#100things Things I like to do, and should do if bored. Not in any sort of order.
He smiles at me from far away. He laughs at my strange jokes which I end up including in my talk for nonsense reasons. He listens to love songs when I'm around. He stands up for me.
I ended up taking a course on journalism. Well, it was only a high school's course so I didn't expect too much. It wasn't even a little.
"Mind is like a bank account.
Ink-black night, a playground "Anybody want to join me?" Little children, two On a tiny merry-go-round Venturing with the speed Emergency. "Could you slow down.