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Greed once again reared its ugly head. Planted in the mind of a woman riches led. Reaping fruits from true of heart. Discarding friendships with no regard. People once cherished, years lovingly spent.
Averted gazes back and forth. Nerves pressed against her throat. Sixteen steps towards her station. Dropping robe at her destination. Goosebumps tingle down her spine. Easels erected in a line.
The artist hangs his heart on canvas. His secrets revealed in coloured oil. Releasing hopes and fears unspoken. Dark desires and deepest turmoil. The artist spills his mind on paper.
My dreams were shattered a long time ago You bring out the worst in me, I hate that I stoop so low I find it hard to remember what it's like to feel respected I try to hold on to the old me, so...
Jesus, I can't take it My body's not equipped To deal with 26 degrees I'm too fair for this heat I managed to walk home from work The couch and I moulded together My energy was absorbed like...
We have good days and bad. Happy moments and sad. Some writes are done to vent. Others are letters left unsent. Sometimes we do it after drinking a sup. Or if a fellow Opussian needs cheering up.
I wonder where you wander. Making girls grow fonder. Satisfying every hunger. Innocent and vulgar. I ponder where you pander. If you express yourself with candour. Or unleash your desires.
I never craved a companion before. Never wanted someone to rely on so deep to my core. I've lived my life for the last few years. A bit of a hermit, rejecting my peers.
*WARNING* pure filth I have a lovely boyfriend He's kind and sweet to me He likes the things I like Guess it was meant to be But now and then I wonder If I want to lay my head On my lovely fluffy...
She allowed herself to be around the most toxic of people. Afraid to stand up for herself, afraid of hurt she'd cause by leaving. She does everything she can to keep others content.
K nowledge is irrelevant. I t doesn't matter if you're intelligent. N o wealth can soothe a conscience. D ealing with a lack of benevolence. N ow there's a saying that you can.
I'm reading riddles at lunch For one or two, I've got a hunch These riddles are sublime My brain is working overtime Opussians, you are a clever bunch.
I'm not always appreciated. But missed when I'm not around. I can vanish in a flash. But I am learned, not found. Sometimes I'm used to kill. I admit, sometimes I lie. But I'm usually genuine.
Yesterday I spoke with the most famous villain hunter in all of Opussia - Major Magpie. Although well past his prime, he still effortlessly delivers his signature humiliation move - the super wedgie.
I don't really know why I went for this angle. It just happened.
MANY M O O N S ROSE N A U E D N N T Y E T S O ...
Ash felt a surprising sense of comfort in Dr Harvey's office. He understood the strange events from the day before and he seemed like a mentally stable, balanced man.
Dear diary, Super-duper-manly-guy totally stole the girl I was about to rescue from a wasp. He thinks he's so cool. I do most of his work for him. You know what happens when he goes home.
"Worthy of Love", my name is Latin. It was first recorded in the year 1212. Made popular by playwrights and poets in satin. It could be quite romantic, it's said. But my friends have other ideas.
Darla shuffled around in her slippers, piling freshly made pancakes onto plates. Her husband, Joe, was reading a newspaper and smoking an unlit pipe.
"Mr Jenkins, are you okay?" Ash was very worried about her neighbour. The heart attack left him looking very frail. "I'm not long for this life, my dear" Mr Jenkins replied.
Ash collapsed onto her bed. She spent three hours gardening for her elderly neighbour, Mr Jenkins, and was fit to sleep. "Ashling?" No such luck. She dragged herself up and made her way to the...
#firstwrite age 10. I put on make-up nice and bright. And wash it off again at night. My mother won't be mad, I thought. But when I came home she had bought. A brush, a comb and make-up too.
Lying in the dark Hoping for a dreamless sleep I've been watching Supernatural Surely nightmares will haunt my dreams Just as I'm settling down To rest my weary head I hear faint scratching at the...
#100days. I've been stumped by day 9. I put it off for days. I cannot think of anything, my silly mind strays. I have no inspiration. To write about drive. I guess it's ironic. No motivation inside.
When I posted my first Opuss, I was afraid of getting negative feedback or being spammed by anonymous people thinking it would be fun to make someone feel like crap.
#100days. I'm twenty five and want to drive. Should have learned long ago. But I was scared I'd try and fail. So I guess I'll never know. I could have been a driving queen. At the age of seventeen.
Last night when I was fast asleep. I suddenly awoke to find. No longer in my cosy bed. I was drifting through time. I saw my mother, six years old. Playing with her toys. And Grandpa was a young man.
Kindred spirits pulled apart. It's nothing new, two broken half-hearts. They don't understand, they just can't see. Their broken half-hearts weren't meant to be.
#100days. Each moment in a young child's life. Is a chance to grow with balance. Each moment used to nurture. Is a chance to build their talents.
#100days I was just making a quick stop at the shop to pay for the petrol I had pumped into my beat down work van.
#100days. I want a break away from myself. I wish I was more confident. I wish I'd push myself to perform. Instead of assuming I'll crash and burn. It's been so long since I've been up there.
To my one and only love,. On this day, you changed my life. On this day, I'll become your wife. On this day, you've shown me much sweetness. On this day, we've shared tender kisses.
. /\ /\ Oh how I love my kittycat She's such a little beauty She's always sitting on my lap, unless she has gone loopy.
#100days. "You drive me mad!". "You make me crazy!". "Get off your ass, you're so bloody lazy!". "I hate my job". "Need a break from my wife". "I loathe your perfectly happy life". "I can't".
#100days. The darkest depths of subconscious. Aren't always worth my fear. If the only thing to fear is fear itself. Then I must draw it near. If I worry about a thought I've had.
Jack was looking forward to a casual night out. His recent nocturnal outings were total disappointments. Tonight was going to be different. Just a nice, stress-free evening.
#100days #madhatter. I meditate to find a glow. The presence of a man I know. His soft warmth nears, his arms are spread. To hold me tightly in my head. He whispers softly in my ear.
#100days #madhatter He was not my type, not by anyone's estimation. He had more confidence than anyone I'd ever known. An ego I'd ordinarily call obnoxious. And he was persistent.
#100days #madhatter. I love rapping, I'm terrible at it. I love dancing like an idiot. I love potato and cabbage rolls with real butter. I love to wander aimlessly, listening to music in the rain.
A closet is known as a scary thing A place where we hide away all our sins It's where we hang our skeletons If opened, we'd all be outed as cons But my closet's where I store my past The nick-nacks...
Jack yanked open his curtains, letting in another glorious Linestone day. Phil was already working in the garden.
Why is it respectable To read books so delectable When one thinks it unacceptable To enjoy watching blue movies.
You've been here for years You've wiped our tears Comforted us when we collapsed from fears Silently mopped up spilled beers We never appreciated your presence in our lives Forgot you protected us...
*** I was going to write a romance story but at the last second, I decided to make the main character gay and I don't know how the story will pan out now so I put it into general.
I love Opuss. I had it for a while before I started using it and I'm so glad I did. I love catching up on my newsfeed when I have a quick break and searching for different types of content.
Saturday nights can be oh so cruel. I sat up all night like a drunken fool. I fell asleep at 1pm Sunday. And didn't wake up 'til about 7:30. My head is still thumping. From all the shot-dunking.
I'm a different person now than who I used to be So wrapped up in mistakes I made and possibilities You never really wanted me, it was always just a game Now I find it hard to remember you're still...
If you've had enough, don't stay just to please me Give the worst that you've got, hope your words make hate easy Pain you can't disguise See it in your eyes You're breaking 'Cause you promised me...
Three months ago, I had everything and didn't know it I love you so deeply, why didn't I show it.
ABC Challenge Artistic beats, crashing drums, euphoric feelings, guitar-heavy intros, jamming kids' lively moshing.
#purepoetry I try to write poetry too witty to quote To torture, to terror, too pretty to retort I rue pure poetry, I wipe wet eye Equip twitter to report #IPoorTry.