We are all strangers
Yet we all presume
To share our art under
A nom de plume.
Don't confuse the reason
We use an alibi
I doubt for the most part
It's because we are shy.
But rather a pseudonym
Let's us express
Our innermost feelings
Without fear or stress.
And that is my reason
For being named 'Nom'
A name of names
And truly anon.
Your feedback helps Nom understand what's working
Life's a mystery.
Once upon a time In a garden full of rhyme The paper not alone - He's with a friend of mine. My friend the pen Writes of now and then Of what we've done Of mice - and men.
A picture's worth a thousand words Or so I've heard them say, But I've never seen a picture do what words can anyway.
Reacting on an emotion, And writing it on paper, Focusing on the moment, And ripping it apart, Studying thoughts in my head, For the words I once said, Finding the answer, In the deepest...
Another moon has passed, And shed its many lights. Here's to another 30 days Of amazing Opuss writes. We have stories and poems, And many laughs to come.
So many things to inspire So much to set me on fire Just the thought of the word Freeing the strapped wings of a bird Daily feelings that feed me While people plant seeds in me Songs to inspire...
There are 26 letters in the alphabet The English one that is There are at least 250,000 words in the dictionary And it's growing rapidly that list That doesn't include names, People or places It...
When I write on Opuss, I write to be heard, Not to become first... Or second... Or third. Yes, that's a challenge, But not a single aim, It ruins every prospect, Of the word-fuelled game.
If I were to put an ink stain,. On an A4 page all nice and plain,. On one half all my words,. Beautiful things like rainbows and birds,. Positive words and phrases,.
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