I am a Little Diddies (a.k.a. Poems) and short story writer. I am no where near a great writer, as I write mostly to express emotion I'm unable to express in any other way. I recently began sharing what I write with others, and have been surprised at the positive response. My very first shared little diddie was about the birth of my daughter, and I wrote it the night before my grandson was born. I truly didn't think what I had to say would be of any interest to others. I am so thrilled to be wrong, in this case! Lol! I hope my writings will in some way leave a lasting impression, no matter how big or how small! Thank you for visiting and reading my writings. I wish you a Great Day full of joy!!! Come again and I might have added a new piece!
Who was my daddy . I would ask everyday She'd just look at me And then walk away I won't speak his name He's always playing games It's a wonder ......
Hey there all my Opuss comrades, It's so good to see y'all are still here.
Hi Everyone *waving* I started a Little Diddie and then had to leave, so I saved it. I was here on Opuss when I saved the piece and I don't know where to retrieve it from.
Another of my pity party works. Why do I feel So numb inside. It's as though I've somehow died.
In 1998 I had a near fatal auto accident that irrevocably changed my life, and left me permanently disabled with chronic issues. This was written during the "self pity" period I went through.
The Author of this piece is unknown, but the piece is just too good not to share, so I've posted it here. I hope it will be enjoyed and inspire those who have fear to let it go.
Days of darkness turmoil and strife You're out of control Satan's running your life Struggling and fighting Not knowing the Way Satan's rejoicing He has you this day He wants to devour destroy and...
Young and in love Oh what a thrill Dancing and laughing Afraid it's not real Along come the storms Disagreements and strife You no longer can live In what's become fights The love has been...
Patience , Patience , Patience. That's what they always say. There never seems to be enough. throughout the entire day. Patience can be difficult. It even gets in the way. Learning to be patient.
This little diddie came to mind one day when it seemed all I was doing was hitting brick walls, no matter which way I turned. Sure hope y'all find it as fun as it was meant to be.
This is the poem I referred to in my profile. I hope you all like it.
I have been enjoying those who have posted their works. I just love the imagination, and creativity shown on this site by so many.
Down the Well. no light within. In the darkness. You see no friend. Their all around. Soon you'll see. You're just blinded. by your misery. You aren't aware. They really care. Trapped so deep.
Guilt is such an ugly thief It takes complete control You think you have it off your back, But it really has its hold It whispers all your faults, mistakes, so quietly within your ears Putting...
Some days are Blue you're down and out Nothing is worth smiling about Some days are Red you're ready to shout All of your anger needing to spout Some days are Grey you're clouded by haze Not...
I only recently came across this Opuss app in the Apple app store.
The wind is howling through the trees. as though it's angry with the leaves. Wishing it was a gentle breeze. The wind is howling there is no rest. With hope the trees will stand the test.
I've been a loner,. Throughout my life. Due to all. The stress and strife. Never did I. Want to share. The pain so deep. So hard to bare. It seemed to me. I was on my own. To get through life.