I write from my heart, and play music from my soul.
Hello my friends. I shall tell you now. Of a story about me. And not exactly how. I learned a great lesson. About friends and life. How to move past the pain. And forget all your strife.
Someone once told me. To never give up. To live your dream. Though others may stop. These words still ring true. Advice that's worth sharing. There's no deeper meaning. It's not a red herring.
Please, somebody, anybody, please like this post. Show me that you still care. I am really hurt that after being gone for a month I am now forgotten.
Is it too late. Have I been forgotten. In a month's time After all I had gotten. Am I not remembered. Does no one care. Have I lost my touch. Am I just no longer there.
Questions forming in my head. Thoughts of rejection fill me with dread. To know another's heart's desire. Is my quest so very dire. Learning quickly without hope. Falling down this emotional slope.
Snow and fire Ice and heat Melting, freezing Sun and sleet.
I know I have been gone awhile But life was too busy to even smile But this day marks my 14th birthday So I've come back on this joyous day.
It flew Through my heart Without me knowing It brushed Past my eyes Without me seeing It touched All my thoughts Without me trying It changed My whole life Without me helping.
~I~ I stand in awe at the mess I've just created. Blankly facing the chaos in front of me, I push forward through the mob of soldiers to the front lines. "My captain, I am sorry.
E ach candidate is fighting, but the L oser will feel ashamed. E veryone was watching as the C andidates proclaimed T hat what they think is better; their I deas are too notch.
#youngwritershousehold. Like a candle. My heart warms. At the thought of you. Like a bird. My heart sings. At your name. Like a plane. My heart flies. At the sight of you. Like a flower.
Who am I.
Well this is awkward. I don't really know you. You don't know me. But somehow I can't get you out of my mind. What do you have to say about that. What I wouldn't give to know how you feel.
#acorn. To those of you. Who have abandoned me. In my hardest of times. And quickly flee. You've made it harder. For me to cope. With all the hatred. You make me loose hope. You don't stop and think.
Point the way. Show me what to do. Don't try to control me. But guide me. Tell me who you are. What do you know. Don't try to change me. But help me. Say what you feel. Be who you are.
Stay still, my sleeping child. The night shall harm you no more. Do not be frightened. For I am here to guide you. You called out and I have come. You have no need to fear again.
"I've found that the moment you find something important is when you stop looking for it. So stop searching, wait patiently and true love will find you." -Me.
My 100th Opuss. This is wonderful. Thank you all for your support and likes and friendship. I don't know how I've gotten this far, but I can't wait to keep going. Thank you all!. Onto the poem....
I no longer understand Why others do what they do Why do you have to hurt. Why not try and heal. Why can't we get along.
What makes the leaves so green. What makes you strong and lean. What grows a kidney bean. Folic acid. What is part of your liver. What helps you deliver. What doesn't make you shiver. Folic acid.
Am I one of those people. Who is forgotten so soon. Do I leave an impression. Or do they think I'm a loon. Am I just a bystander. Do I not ever sink in. Do they care if I'm sad. Or if I wear a grin.
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Then rang the bells both loud and deep. God is not dead nor doth he sleep.
Incased in stone. A promise made. You're my forever. Never farewell will we bade. Your eyes so loving. Your heart so warm. You're my forever. No need to mourn. We fit together. So perfectly right.
Hold on To all the broken pieces Hold on To what we had Yeah just...
I'm a true, free spirit. Although it's rarely shown. I'm free inside, and that's what counts. My heart has truly flown. I have a quiet spirit. I have qualities that are rare to see.
Why wait. when you can love. Why wait. when you can heal. Why wait. when you can help. Why wait. when you can try to feel. Why wait. when you can act. Why wait. when you can run. Why wait.
I will write. So long I've waited. My brain has rested. Words have baited. Busy and tired. I've put it aside. But now I'm back. With heavy stride. I missed you all. And writing too.
I'm done with this nonsense. I'm done with the shame. I can't take all the whispers. I don't like this game. I'm done guessing your thoughts. Thinking of what you might say.
Tears streaming. Emotions leaking. Melting quickly. Heartbeat peaking. Brain throbbing. Drowning in tears. Sadness overcasts. Washing away fears. Picking up pieces. Solemnly stare.
Solid. Hard as stone. Never breaking. Stronger than bone. Hard stare. Cold face. Heart beating. At a slow pace. Serious expression. Eyes cast down. Pondering thoughts. Frustrated frown.
The mirror lies. It doesn't look inside. It corrupts us. All good things hide. The mirror lies. To our faces. Each vision is different. In all places. The mirror lies. Keeping us in check.
Sorry this is a bit late, I had homework to do and I lost track of time. So thank you all for participating; I got to read many wonderful entries. So here are the results...
Just checking in on you guys. There's still a few hours left to enter if you'd like. So far I believe I have six entries, and they are all amazing, so this will be difficult.
Hello again. I'm so excited to judge again, it's been awhile. Lol. Good job to everyone who entered, and thanks @jan3601 for picking my poem.
#youngwritershousehold. When leaving a friendship. There's nothing to pack. You go as you are. Knife in your back. You walk all alone. No want for sympathy. And soon everyone knows. Through telepathy.
What the camera depicts. Is thoroughly corrupt. It's ways can be odd and cruel. Good timing is abrupt. What the camera depicts. Isn't quite true. It changes the real picture.
#lovepoems Can you feel it. Our hearts stirring We're meant to be together It's so alluring Can you feel it. When our hands touched I felt a spark Nothing too rushed Can you feel it.
#lovepoems #youngwritersemotion. Tonight we shine. Brighter than ever. As the sun sets. Like stars forever. Tonight we dance. Like we don't care. If anyone sees us. We're such a great pair.
#youngwritershousehold #nightdwellers. Safe. Thoughtless. Numb. Dull. Slowly. Feeling. Again. Realizing. Looking. Staring. Freezing. Holding. Something. Within. Thinking. Scary. Mindful. Weeping.
Have faith that we can do this. We can make it through the day. Face the challenges that are upon us. Without creating a display. Have faith that we're not normal. We're better than the rest.
Does it take too much time for you to read. To help train your eyes to read faster, use a pen, pencil, or finger and read a page as fast as you can going line by line with the pen/finger/etc.
Drink at least one more glass of water today than you did yesterday. Do the same the next day, and the next day, and so on until you're up to at least six or seven, or better, eight.
For all you procrastinators out there: If you're having trouble studying or focusing on homework, turn on some of your favorite music and dance for a minute. Then rid your self of any distractions.
The way I get out of writers block: Don't write anything for a week, but if inspiration comes to you, jot a quick note down.
I hate it when you do this. You made me frown. You took my smile of a day. And turned it upside down. You changed my views. Of the rest of the day. And made me cry. What a big display.
I mean it sincerely when I say. I love you in every single way. You're sweet and kind. You keep me in mind. And I know you're here to stay. I mean it sincerely when I say.
I can't do it. I can't go on. This life is hell. Everything's wrong. I feel rotten. The pain is searing. The world laughs. My eyes are tearing. My friends have left. There's no one for help.
I'm here to write. Something from the heart. The words must be perfect. Writing is an art. I'm here to write. And learn from others. To get inspiration from you all. Kids, dads, or mothers.
#youngwritershousehold. #nightdwellers. Running, panting, going further east. Reaching, straining, for oxygen, even the least. Dying, trying, to run from your fears.
Inspired by @nikujagagirl's "Weird Quotes Of Me", here are some quotes of my own that are quite random and quickly generate a pitied laugh from my friends.
This has meaning...
#youngwritershousehold. Open your mind. Whisper your thoughts. Tell me your secrets. And we'll work out your knots. Open your mind. Free your spirit. Listen to the music. Even if you can't hear it.
A poem I wrote two years ago that I love. Got me an honorable mention in a poetry contest. Enjoy!. Behind the surface, under the covers, is another world much unlike the others.
#youngwritershousehold #nightdwellers. The watch swings out. It's a quarter to seven. The souls have come. Going straight to heaven. With a squint of an eye. And a flash of a hand.
Okay!. Thank you to everyone for entering, I really enjoyed reading everything. I think I've read all of the entries, and I'm going to try to have everyone who entered in the results.
Can I tell you something. I'm not like those average beings I'm quite introverted with some extroverted feelings Can I tell you something.
I saw you today. And though it was short. It was better than not seeing you since May. I saw you today. And though we didn't talk. I could hear in my head what you would say. I saw you today.
Just a quick poem to tell you all. I won't be on Opuss quite as much. Because school just started earlier today. And I'll be a bit busy with school and homework and such.
Bonjour again. I was super surprised again at my win. Thank you!. I can't wait to judge again, I had a lot of fun last time.
I live in silence. Where no one else is there. No sounds to be heard. Nothing but the air. I live in silence. No music playing in the background. No noisy people. Not a single person around.
#youngwritershousehold. She continues on the long, open road. No longer bearing a heavy load. Still very silent, quiet, and calm. Still holding something tight in her palm.
#youngwritershousehold. Reading a book. Never stopping to look. She sips from her tea. How content she seems to be. Still silent as she reads. Silence is what she needs. She gets off at the next stop.
#lookatmeandwhatdoyousee #youngwritershousehold You look at me And what do you see.
Hello everyone What would you like to hear.
New year. New friends. A new school year comes as summer goes. New teachers. New classes. How this year will be, nobody knows. New lunch tables. New seats. the first day you still try to look cool.
This is you and me ___ ___ |o_o| |o_o| \ | / \ | / / \ / \ And this is what we could be (^з^)-♡-(^з^).
Words just haven't come today. My inspiration is at bay. I think I'll lay my head to rest. Even though my night poems tend to be the best. Maybe tomorrow more poems I can write.
#youngwritershousehold. #YWHH. I look into the mirror. And what do I see. A strange, new girl. Staring back at me. I don't know who she is. I've never seen her before. She reaches out her hand.
I seemed to have no inspiration today I haven't written anything since yesterday My brain's just gone away and quit It doesn't even want to concentrate enough to knit This is really all I could...
This isn't a love poem. Or a creepy midnight scare. This isn't about feelings. Or what's over there. This isn't about past, present or future. It's not about who I love. This isn't about my life.
#youngwritershousehold In the black of night Nightmares come out Nothing seems the same Everything's lurking about Silence becomes scary And when you here a sound You try so very hard To keep your...
As soon as I walked in the door, my mom came running across the hall to ask me how my day was. "It was great. And thanks again for bringing me my lunch. I would've starved!" I said with a grin.
#youngwritershousehold. Like a pillow, you cushion my fall. Like a trampoline, you make me bounce like a ball. Like a laugh, you make me smile. Like a song, you make my heart fly a mile.
*Max's Point Of View* (I thought it might be fun to do one chapter in his point of view after 6 of Violet's for a bit of a change up.
English was going to be great this year. Not only did Mr. Lennit seem just as great as he was described, but Max and Ethan were in the class along with L and Ash. It was going to be great.
Watch out world because here I come...
#household. My best friend is there for me. She's always a pleasure to see. Her spirit is high. Her laugh cannot die. And her smile just gives you such glee. She's sweet and kind and giving.
Finally the bell rang after what seemed like ages of science class. I looked at my schedule to see that I had French class next. That was back on the first floor.
My brain is rolling around in my skull. It just doesn't seem to work right today. Everything feels pretty boring and dull. It wasn't much different yesterday.
I'm sweet and kind and happy. I love math and music and books. I love writing things even if they're sappy. I'm not really liked for my looks. I try to be as genuine as I can be.
About halfway through class, the intercom came on. "Hello. Mrs. Sindy?" said the secretary. "Yes?" our teacher answered. "Could you please send Ms.
The bell finally rang and there was a rush to the door to get to first period. Sadly L and I had different classes 1st and 7th period, so we had to part ways for a short while. I had... Science.
"Ooh. We better hurry up!!" said Lily, stuffing everything into her locker. "Yes, let's see... We both have homeroom with Ms. Tarri. She's in room 107.
I'm your typical early-teen girl. I'm 13, just starting 8th grade at the same school as last year and the year before that. Just a normal middle school, nothing special. I lead a pretty normal life.
I just want to throw something out the door I don't really want to write anymore I'm not very sure why I'm mad But it's not unusual for teens not to be glad Even my rhyming itsn't feeling right...
#youngwritershousehold. (this is a limerick). Lovely memories, each like a pearl. Of watching the sunset unfurl. How beautiful and sweet. So wonderful and neat. When I was just a young girl.
I shed a tear today. But the feeling's gone away. Just know that it was for you. And that I just don't know what to do. You've left me in shreds on the floor. Turned your back and closed the door.
I 'm lost in the music N othing else there F rozen in place I ndefinitely aware N othing can hurt me I t all floats away T omorrow will never come Y ou wouldn't stay anyway.
Floating Rest Empty Endless Flying Alone Lament Lost Infinite Notes Gliding.
It just seems like the right time for a sad song.
Can you see past my crazy hair. Can you see everything that's there. Can you see past my acne prone skin. Can you see deep within. Can you see past my not perfect shape.
Ugh. School starts in 2 and a half weeks. I don't think I really want to go back. :/ Two of my close friends moved away this summer.
Now, I don't know how to tell you this It's really quite hard But I want to tell you I like you That for you I'd let down my guard So I want to ask you a question And I don't know what you'll do I...
Why are all the scissors lost. I lose them all at a pricey cost. Why can't any of my hair things be found. I lose those by the pound. What happened to my bracelets and rings.
#youngwritershousehold. Ice cream, my favorite summertime treat. Is so delicious, and so fun to eat. I don't care if it's not that healthy for me. I love it anyway, as you can see.
I really enjoyed doing this, even if I had a very hard time choosing the winner. You all should've made it on the list since there were only seven entries.
A limerick on judging.
Bonjour!. I am so excited to have one the last challenge. Thank you to @awesomeannie for choosing my poem Broken as the winner. Anyway, the deadline this time will be 10 pm GB time tomorrow.
#youngwritershousehold. To those of you. Who have abandoned me. In my hardest of times. And quickly flee. You've made it harder. For me to cope. With all the hatred. You make me loose hope.
#100days To me, earthly heaven is doing something you love, being around people you enjoy the company of, and having the ability to be happy with what you have.