I am Matt, a london teenager, fanatical sailor and occasional windsurfer. I would like nothing more than to be a writer, poet and novelist when I'm slightly older and I consider myself a jack of all trades (but master of none :P). Join me for my (usually) daily poetry, very occasional stories, songs and shenanigans about anything that tickles my fancy! I always follow back ;)
As cars, delayed Whine by Frustrations conveyed, Time flies. As traffic holds, It's hard to tell Whether everything stops, Or time stops as well..
The time limit on life has expired. Heaven or Hell, to one I will ascend. Equally good, equally bad. Now my judgement comes. And though I see the truth. Never fading, nor. Dying.
Seeing my aged grandmother, Age still; Smiling at me Kindly Seeing her loop conversations Till I smile back at her wryly It breaks me to see this now; She seemed so strong, endless wit And here she...
A life gone by,. A life gone past,. And I'm sick of asking why,. it went so fast. A love that failed,. followed by divorce,. the bleak future it hailed,. Brought on by uncanny force.
Where did all the dream-weavers go, a void where they once were, remains. Wherever they went, we must know to quench the thirst of our minds' hungry plains. What do they do.
A silver eye, far away. keeps me hoping for. the advent of day. I slowly wade through. the smooth waters still. wondering at the moonlight. As it ripples around my. slowly soaked feet, I.
Golden rays, breaking through,. A canopy of trees, hiding me and you. We watch as the sun rises higher in the sky,. We watch the clouds pass idly by. I feel the warmth of the sun's gaze,.
From my mind, myriad dreams, Pouring away, Leaving my goals left, And there, they shall stay..
Bright enough lights will illuminate even the darkest of places. Love is that light, and the places are our life. Without love, a life has no spiritual meaning, and a soul remains left, in the dark..
When you have something very important to say to someone of equal importance, and you can't find the words, it should be noted that through actions, a greater sense of feeling will be conveyed..
Lost, unhappy, the odd one out, Silent, foreboding, Full of doubt. Writer's block, is a writer's bane, Not able to write, Equivalent to pain.
If you aren't a father, or a man, BE ONE. The benefits are great xD.
If presented with a challenge you feel you cannot face; keep your senses closed, but your mind open..
@Seamonster The option to repost should be 'Repuss'. It fits in more xD.
Now I'm sure that I aint alone on this one, but ice cream tastes GREAT in winter..
Je voudrai Du Soleil Parce que j'aime la vie, Avec toi, Mon Cherie C'est compliqué D'expliqué Mais j'adore toi Avec tout de moi. (not the best french methinks).
Red, majestic, valiant and bold. Orange, fuzzy, warm, not cold. Yellow, striking, shining bright. Green, embracing, natural, right. Blue, piercing, royal, deep.
Now I'm not ususlly one for writing gory poetry, but I must stress, if you are easily disturbed by this sort of thing, please don't read on, as this is something that has ACTUALLY happened to me,...
Roses are red My name is Matt I can't do poetry, Imagine that!.
I can't believe I'm actually writing a song. A SONG. Wow, this'll be fun. Thanks very much @Delilah for offering your musical skills to help me :P.
Woken up by the sound of Opuss this morning. Thanks @sassa and @crowncottage :P.
If you need any homework help visit @HomeworkHelper, a new account created to help opussians with a mind block. Tee hee..
I recently wrote the lyrics to a song, and am thinking of trying to make it into an actual one (different parts and everything).
I've decided to write a few lyrics for a song :O "In Our Minds" - By Me The day slowly closes to a fall, I am lost but I don't care about it at all When I'm found you will be there by me 'cause...
@Matt_W_Bennett.
Tooth and nail, Snarl and hiss, The beast won't ever fail No prey that it'll miss. Prowling, carefully, making no sound, An eerie silence woefully, drawing fear, from all around.
Little fragile piece of the world, Landing all around, Making all white, like a white rose unfurled, Coming to rest on the ground Although the cold is frightful, Although the winds do blow The white...
Front: *Opuss-esque picture here* This is Opuss. Back: Your argument is invalid..
Front: Jesus could walk on water. Chuck Norris could swim through land.... Back: But Opuss outshined all of them, with superb writing on hand!.
Front: Shakespeare wrote famous plays... Back: And Seamonster wrote Opuss!.
Front: Opuss - Like cats. Like this. Back: For the purrfectionists.
Roaring, majestic, A deep persimmon, amber plume Shoots into the night; Ashes fall Whilst the wild beast Hisses and spits, fuel Crackling as it eviscerates The ground Leaving burnt Deserted...
Rain, falling, making skies cry, The only thing I'd wish to miss, Before I ever die. Europe has too much of you, Africa has so little, Oh rain, oh rain, oh the shame, For causing so much pain.
I like to make Haikus And I believe the order of syllables Is five, seven, then five.
True perfection is achieved through trial and error. A person who makes no mistakes, isn't perfect at all - they have nothing to learn from..
The clouds rumbled, As his boat held firm. The skies crumbled, Into grey, ever so stern.
We may not be able to fly, be geniuses or drag camels through the eye of any needle - but we sure as hell can try.
Whatever you hope to find in life, depends entirely on what you are looking for. As one door closes, another opens; The cage is opened, and the bird flies out, leaving behind not a shred of doubt..
A lone rose, on a windowsill, A picturesque scene, like an artist's still; My siblings, cousins, their dog and I, Ran wildly through Summer, so dry.
What is the plural of an Opuss. Opusses souns weird, and Opussiae. Don't even get me started on that.... So what could it be. Opiae. Opae. Opi. Lol, that sounds like Opiates xD. Could it be like...
Fake, fake. Is that what you are. Monstrous, treacherous, Breaking hearts from afar You, you. Deserve no second chance Disastrous, destructive, Killing things with your glance Be damned, be damned.
@Opuss Make a website that is like the app. That way people won't have to spend so long tapping out the awesome poetry and stories!.
I always feel happy when people like my Opusses. It's like they're approving a piece of the world; My world..
I propose a toast to you: May you be all, That I never was, Ever wanting to be.
When souls depart, Remaining in heart, Transcending to skies above, Above the skies we see And revere, The very peak of our universe is here.
@Jatt fake opuss accounts. That's really lame..
Fresh from the wrapper, A world so sweet, and clear, You wouldn't know it.
Braver than brave, Prouder than proud, Bastions of reason On unfamiliar ground A desert of lies, Clouds the sunrise That is hope, All of Life's scope Camaraderie binds us, Death survives us, A...
Flowing, like a river, Time goes by so fast Swirling like a stream Life seems to be but a dream Raging like a torrent, we fear, from our hearts, Forcing like a current, Our world wrenched apart..
Updated the profile pic again. #stupidlyvainbutmeh.
Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good Opuss.
If we are given the right to live....why is it so many of us die before our time?.
Hidden in ice, earth and flame, The clock strikes the midnight hour, Signalling the way, to a place without name, A place without sin nor power.
With hearts eager, in the golden haze, Heated passion, and endless days We find eachother, amongst the collage, our lives similarly, like a colourful montage Midas light, shining on us,...
What's the definition of a Will. (It's a dead giveaway).
With much integrity, we drive on, all fear has left, practically gone The will to succeed, and camaderie, all else, we do not need; just flattery With the end in sight, We charge with all our...
To wonder, to know, to see, to show. Little defines us as what we are, or who guides us, with strings from afar. But the man who thinks, knows.
Oh melancholy, endless tears, fall from your moulded face. Oh the folly, I could not help as I removed them from you, without trace. Oh grief, for my sake stop, it saddens me beyond belief.
There was once a girl I didn't know, Oxymoronica wasn't her name Happy yet sad, tall yet short, Simply complex in life's game. Ignorant, but attentive, different, yet all the same..
'Twas a gloomy night, with the moon full bright, That the stranger, came to the inn door. His horse was a'frenzied, snorting and whining, and pounding on the cobbled floor.
Wow...Biology IGCSE. That was easy. XD.
You, the sky, the earth and the sea, all come together, to stand with me Bracing ourselves, we face the storm, and as time flies by, we become less forlorn Aging, and weaker, we stand here still,...
I dream of a world, with a thousand suns, With a sky coloured persimmon, A place, simply for fun.
Beats thumping, swirling, and mixing in my mind Keeping my Adrenaline pumping, courage not far behind Taking in the surreal, deafening silence, The cold air I feel, In this city full of violence.
"See no evil; Hear no evil; Speak no evil" - Pictoral Maxim, The Tosho-Gu Shrine, Nikko, Japan.
To fly.
Behind a mask of happiness You strut; Creating the "ideal" person: A "living" picture. The supposed pinnacle of elegance, and perfection.
Hurray. Opuss has 20k users. Maybe release it on android and as an official website. *hint hint*.
Changed my profile pic again. (third time this month).
Rejoice and sing.
Lol lots of people seem to be madly liking my poem Horizon's edge tonight. Wonder what set that off!.
Arguing with you is like flailing around No end to the frustrations that always sound Sniping yet empty vulgar language to spout Your loudness but a whisper, Your deafness a SHOUT.
Imagine a day , dedicated to life How it comes, and goes, and often ends with strife Imagine a day, dedicated to mind Exploring the geniuses and the great fools of kind Imagine a day, dedicated to...
When hearts skip a beat. When eyes lock;. As the wind blows, unaware , they continue to stare. Forgetting to blink,. No time even to think. Standing, either side;. This is the time,.
Add me. DrawSomething username: M_att_Bennett.
Exams make you bored beyond belief and cry. Surely thats what they were made for.
I had a look at a few publisher's sites yesterday (including JK Rowling's label, Bloomsbury :O). I really want to get a book published but I have barely anywhere to start.
I am very excited to tell the 11 of you that follow me that I may soon start writing a book (as soon as I finish my GCSEs), with the hope of getting it published, and released to the public.
So what is the ranking system based off anyway. I don't understand it.... :S.
At the dusk we shall meet;. The light that fades, begins to deplete. The stars that glare, as they open their eyes. To scare away the timid sunrise. The moon that grins. Erasing our sins.
Even if the result is not what you expected, if you walk your path believing in each step at a time, that is a path that will lead somewhere. That is something I believe..
Gotta keep my feet on solid ground Gotta make sure I don't mess around. Gotta get my mind set, get rid of all the sh*t Gotta have one goal, gotta train, gotta get fit.
Once, I visited a small village in Africa, that was battling against disease and hunger, with my Father, a doctor.
Went from rank 930 to 386 over night. Tee hee.
Settin' the night on fire Burning, my mind flies higher 'Cause the skies are ablaze Catching the imagination Of those who gaze Earth, Sea, Sun, Sky, to fall, to fly Trying to vault the wall Still...
A storm's eye. The calm. A moment of tranquility. With a maelstrom all around. Like a carousel,. Or a ferris wheel,. Twirling. We go round and round. Passion is like a hurricane,. But love,.
Angle. Focus. Too much shadow. Too much light. A rag-tag family stands before you, trying to smile. "Say Cheese!". Lens widens into focus. Click. Shutter closes, sealing a memory..
Life is like a good book; A new chapter provides a new lease, and turning each page gives rise to a new adventure..
"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.".
The greatest pleasure in life, is doing what people say you cannot do..
"There are no stupid questions, just stupid people".
Surreal sounds Break my silence Returning me To reality In my mind I try To be perfect "It'll go well" I think. I think.
Lying here, lying back; Feet in air, staring at the ceiling. I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares; Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.
If things don't go right...then think outside the box. Go left!.
Karma's a bitch, but I'm friends with her sister..
Sitting here, in my place Beside the hearth; I sit back and think: Think of times past, And times to remember.
Carousels twirl all around excited youth. I do not mind at all. Where tonight in a world full of thrills - it can carry me up, far above it all. It's a long way down from here to the sound.
What are you ratting on about. Cat caught your tongue. You know the cause. But without Solutions. I have one.
People Glaring Emotions flaring Solemn faces Criminal traces Fallen heads Personal dreads True accusations Dismissed as creations Life lost But at what cost.
"The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!" - Dorothy Parker.