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"Well here's something that we're all sick of seeing." -Pretty much every single Opussian out there..
It's a pleasure to meet you. Kik: melchiorj13 #ProjectHumanity
"Well here's something that we're all sick of seeing." -Pretty much every single Opussian out there..
Close your eyes against the light, The orange, blue and blazing white, The flashing sirens in the night, The city that won't sleep tonight.
Pale lips and ghostly touch, A light without heat in the dead of the night, A gentle gaze frosted over by the days spent, Bringing life to the dying and love to the spite.
#nightdwellers Tears of acid, rain and ice, Tears of sugar, salt and spice, Tears of crystal, bleary white, To tears of ink, as black as night..
#nightdwellers Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass.
Hello again Opuss. I'm really sorry that I left in such a hurry without a proper explanation. A lot of things started going wrong all at once and I had to take some time off to sort them out.
Well, this is it. My big departure. Goodbye Opuss. I hope this isn't forever, let's just say 'indefinitely'.
He draws the blade across his skin, At night and early morning, She takes another to her own, And gives but not a warning.
Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Wonder how and why and when. Tie it with your tongue. So brittle. Tie it with your teeth. Belittle. Blood. Red. Cherry. Stem. Tears cling on and hug. The hem. Make them stay.
Phantom, with your eyes so bright, Can you take away the night. Phantom, with your heart so cold, Can you keep me young and old. Phantom, with your diamond vice, Can you take my heart of ice.
#colourchallenge #ashen A cold smile forces wide a masquerade face, But, as soon as the lighting falls, the night will take its place, And, instead of the eyes that glint and twinkle, frigid...
#adventchallenge #MINCEPIES You may think, I'm a little obsessed, I may even act, A little possessed. For, you see, I do love, These MINCE PIES, From above.
For our charming new arrival, @MrCptWhiskers. Welcome to Opuss, For writers, galore, We read and we write, And we always want more.
Feel that racing heart of yours, Beat steady like a humming bird, Your wings of blood, unfurling, And your secrets, whispered in a word.
I have a situation, That's not for celebration, I'm paralysed, By spider-sized, Arachnid black creation.
Skinny love and telephone poles, Earphones, paper, matches, coals, Bones and water, salt and tea, And coupons paying words for free.
They will tell of us, By the fire, Reminiscing days of old. Sone wireless minds, Might call them liars, All the stories that they've told.
Perfect shape and flawless face, With emerald veins and gliding grace, Unbroken skin, unscathed, within, Awake, alert, yet pure and thin.
#firstwrite Behold, a piece by 10 year old me that I found at the bottom of a box while I was cleaning out the porch. Thought I might share it here on Opuss, because, well, why not. Haha.
#projecthumanity Hello again. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've made any new PH announcements on Opuss or added any new content to the website.
There's this awkward little craze, That is sweeping the nation, It's unorthodox and scary, As in what in the tarnation.
(Rhyme time!) Flashing white, searing blue, Contacts blaze against the view, Vertigo implodes the sky, A chill hangs strong, frost, waking nigh.
#adventchallenge #snow Black trees, rigid in the chill, 'Gainst white landscapes for the kill, Eyes, above lips, masked in scarves, Through windows, snowflakes willing carves.
Can you keep a secret, When I have words to lend. For I have things to tell you, And a little time to spend. Will you hide the magic beans, That I so lightly spill. Naive, you say.
#blackribbon Today, the 30th of November, is self harm awareness day.
Ana and Mia, the twins from hell, They'll beat you down into a shell, Their older brother's name is Ed, Together, they will leave you dead.
Based on a house that I see every day.
My structures, my foundations, My innermost supports, Are breaking, crashing, tumbling down, In every out of sorts.
Catching like wildfire, My desire, Flying higher. Red and blue and pink and green, Too keen, Serene, Against the screen. I call, my mouth, A bubblegum blue, The world is one, The world is true.
Chalk and cheese, Storm and breeze, Hills and trees, Birds and bees. Ice and flame, Free and tame, Change and same, Nick and name. Red and blue, Me and you, Fake and true, Old and new..
Someone's always watching me, Someone's always close behind, Someone's playing with my thoughts, Someone's toying with my mind.
#acorn Perfect sphere of scarlet flame, The fruit, as pure as snow, The skin, as red as blood, again, An apple, Wednesday's woe.
The smell of Chinese takeaway, The voices on tv, Our song, scratched out on vinyl, And the way you look at me.
Hair, bleached, pale Summer, Eyes, a Winter blue, Autumn in your waking scent, And Springtime aura, too.
Happy birthday Opuss, You're 1 year old today, You've taken over my whole life, There's not much left to say.
Dear reality,. It's not me,. It's you,. I think you'll agree,. That we're pretty much through,. You're demanding,. And stressful,. I think we've both changed,. Now the honeymoon's over,.
Violets are red,. Roses are blue,. I am not me,. And you are not you,. Lemons aren't sour,. Sugar's not sweet,. And butchers sell flowers,. Instead of their meat,. Clouds are not floating,.
I've got a case of Slender Sickness, Don't know what to do, I think my crazy friend called Kimmi's, Come down with it, too.
Contains one swear word. Contacts blaze with glamour, Ribs jut through their skin, Emerald veins and cold demeanour, In amongst their kin.
#CarlosTheEmoTurkey Hello people of earth. My name is Carlos and I am an emo turkey, THE emo turkey, actually. I grew up in Portugal and spend 364 days a year locked up in a mental institution.
#xmasparody To the tune of Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree. Naked around the Christmas tree, What a mental holiday, Everyone's nude, including me, Singing 'yipee doo kaiyae'.
Something is back, Something is here again, Something is tearing me, Apart. Something is keeping me awake, Again, Mental pattern in reverse, I'll stop before I even, Think to, Start. #nightdwellers.
I like to think I know it all, I like to think I'm ace, (Okay, I'm pretty awesome,) But there's still some empty space.
100% organic, No fake this or that guaranteed, I'm a little bit bitter, But bitter is better, I'm not up for sale, agreed.
The damage is done, The wounds have bled, The night, no longer, Seeing red. My body lies, Upon this rock, Bled out, bone dry, Against the clock.
Physical, mental, emotional, in red, Swapping scars over two cups of coffee, nothing said, Glancing up through clouds of mist, our conversation, cut, There's only eyes to keep it out and only songs...
My cat is pretty feisty, And I'm tripping up a lot, Now my arms are getting colder, And all this, that and whatnot.
@Irrational_Kimmi The dolphins are out to get us, They want us dead, you know. They've got machine guns, plenty, To finish off the show.
Plastic fur and rusted leaves, With copper eyes and metal trees, Steel fingers clutch the chemical fruit, While iron lips play record mute.
Metal, acid, ice and fire, Sugar, steel, a churning pyre, Words, across, to the town crier, Lier, lier, die desire.
#colourchallenge #icyblue The emperor glides through the steers, His cloak, a midnight blue, But, when moonlight falls upon it, It fades to a lighter hue.
I ntroverted C ataclysmic E nigmatic the power ice can hold upon your S O U L I nk C orrosion E vanescent everything it pleases to be just a little closer to the WHOLE.
A little room,. Full of darkness,. And gloom,. Where the music,. Is loud,. And there isn't,. A crowd,. Where there's blades,. On the floor,. And there's signs,. On the door,. Where there's ice,.
When the devils come to play, They always leave a mess, They have never made things better, Than before, they only guilt and stress.
I need,. I crave,. I have,. To save,. I want,. I must,. I yearn,. I lust,. I will,. I still,. Deserve,. The thrill,. In turn,. I'll learn,. I need,. To earn,. I've shown,. I've grown,. I have,.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The crimson trail disappeared into the night, I placed the horn upon my lips and gave a shallow bite, The crimson trail flickered as the note played on the air, Then...
#projecthumanity Stripping down the posters, And running through the pain, There's no more playing by their rules, It's war, now, not a game.
I have a confession to make. A confession about thumbs. It really is quite dreadful, to be honest. Being blessed with all of these disorders, I can't be 100% sure where it stems from (probably my...
Goodbye every moment, That was full of negativity, From now on, I am dancing, To the endless beat of gravity.
Who, how, what, when, where and why. Who the bearded Ghandi in the name of Jesus, Hell am I. I am in such a state of disarray, I cannot seem to know, If I am one way or the other, Who am I.
Bubblegum soda, Pink, green and blue, Vivid, neon, picture perfect, Pixel, plastic, new. Tangerine cola, Yellow, orange, red, Enough's enough to counteract, The words we might have said.
@HeatherAnne I call to grounds miss Heather Anne, On account of her sad icy ban, You see, you know, MissH hates snow, I will show her some sense with an (awesome) snowman..
#cba I'm back at the CBA, What more do I have to say. Than I have to be arsed, I don't want to be arsed, And am feeling in heaps of dismay..
@redfae There once was a redhead (that's you), Who was feeling quite terribly blue, For the prospect of cleaning, Sent poor Ally of screaming, Away in her pjs to Waterloo.
#projecthumanity Tell me, what do you see when you look into the sky. Is humanity and culture not the Apple of your eye. Is our history and lore no longer what you want to see.
#projecthumanity #AgendaA Calling all Opussians.
#projecthumanity Calling all Opussians. Thank you. Thank you for your support. Thank you so so much for it. Without it, I definitely wouldn't be doing this project.
I make you feel so insecure, I know your secrets, You're not pure, I know what you do when alone, In monotone, I claim your home.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Do you have the guts, the gall. Can you break before you fall, And show the truth, obey my call. Can you see out, beyond my skin. Portray what really lies within.
Specks of sunlight, falling snow, Some flickering lights from years ago, A glass of eggnog, chocs and wine, And Shakin Stevens ain't no crime.
It's a war upon the government, A battle for our rights, We will fight the days away, Until the days turn into nights.
#projecthumanity Someone else has died Who. Where. Ooh.
#opussweeklychallenge Oh, Dear Future, My name's Jack, It seems Miss Nature, Packs a whack, We've taken quite a beating, see, And we'll be done in digits, three, It started with America, She...
#opussweeklychallenge. Oh, Dear Future,. My name's Jack,. It seems Miss Nature,. Packs a whack,. We've taken quite a beating, see,. And we'll be done in digits, three,. It started with America,.
Butterflies, wings as cold as ice. They drag their edges through my stomach. Sick, deep down, and ready to vomit. I'm ready to fall and I'm ready to plummet. A t w i s t i n g ,. A CHURNING,.
#projecthumanity There's no point in sugar coating what we always knew, This world is pretty much f**ked up, there's 'nothing we can do', They tell us it's impossible, we shouldn't even try, It's...
#acorn #projecthumanity Model of the media, A sculpture of the press, With an airbrushed plastic smile, And a sweet tooth for success.
#projecthumanity This is the second update today on Project Humanity.
Spiced orange candles, Mp3 on loop, Stacks of coursework, hail storms, And a carton of cranberry juice.
#projecthumanity It has been about 12 hours since I posted an Opuss called Project Humanity, a piece talking about a project that I am starting to try and resurrect a sense of humanity in this...
#nightdwellers This is my time, In the dead of night, Where demoniac beings, Corrupt the light.
#acorn I am a haiku, Tongue clipped short of all my thoughts, So I can't tell you..
#acorn #nightdwellers Hot blood, warm flesh, Moist skin, barbed mesh, Sharp teeth, strong will, Shake breath, dark kill.
I see your face here at my window, Your eyes pierce my soul through the glass, Your spirit, it haunts me for closure, I won't let this moment e'er pass.
Tossing and turning, In my bed, Memories, churning, Blood in my head. Salt in my bloodstream, Night in my salt, Anything innocent, Isn't my fault.
Skeletal fingers brush my spine, Words tell me those bones are mine, Breath wraps round my shallow heart, Caressing me in stony art.
#projecthumanity Calling all Opussians. I am calling out to each and every one of you, on your iPad, your iPhone, your iPod Touch. I need your help. I have an idea.
Jars of herbs and spices, Pins and needles on the floor, Scattered papers, gems and crystals, Scriptures pinned against the wall.
As I lie here, propped against the wall, My eyes gaze out across the sky, I drink in every drop of darkness, Drain the apple of my nigh.
#colourchallenge A symphony of shadows, In an orchestra of night, Played by ashen horsehair cellos, Under skeletal black light.
#ralphsreturn You've probably heard of him before, his name might send shivers up your spine, chill you to the bone, maybe even remind you of that restraining order that never seemed to work or of...
All you silly witches in your silly littles homes, Always practicing your magyck with an Athame and bones, Scrolls and gems and candles, touching fingertips with ancient time, But your power is a...
This is a slightly morbid hallowe'en edition for @Irrational_Kimmi, on account of our personal joke of setting trick or treaters on fire.
Happy Hallowe'en and blessed Samhain to all of you wonderful Opussians out there. What are you going to be doing today.
Wonderful colours, a tropical breeze, Pineapple oceans and passion fruit trees, Fiery oranges, Hallowe'en golds, Read on, if you dare, as my dreaming unfolds.
@sjw Jack Horner, huh. *sigh* fine, mhkay, I'll let this one slip for today, But, just to show my threats aren't hollow, Why not in my footsteps follow. You had a date, dear, here with destiny, see.
@sjw Dearie me, Sienna, Aren't you quite the busy bee. With your boots and heels and dresses, As you stand there, mocking me.
@sjw Whoa, Sienna. What a mess. (I know the 80's made your dress,) But, just because I said the truth, Does not mean you can stalk, stalk, sleuth. At my door, with a belt, you say.
Rose thorns, driven through the door, Melted chocolate on the floor, Scarlet felt and perfume glue, A card, burnt petals, stranded shoe.
This was getting too hilarious not to join in. Dear Sienna (wacko), please, For us men, dressing's not a breeze, We have much more than two decisions, Random rhyming word: physicians.