Diet coke addict, pixie hunter.
Always losing, Bad lament, Childish tantrum, Don't forget, Endless questions, Fire away. Get no answers, Here today. Inside laughing, Jokes on me. Killing with kindness, Lol at me.
All alone I sat, Dreaming someone new. A smile to break a thousand hearts, Is that someone you. I stared across a grey shine sea, Watching seagulls fly.
Letters wrote as jokes in class, Tickets for a cinema Pass, The rose from my first valentine, The cork from our first bottle of wine, The cards you gave on special days, Christmas, valentines And...
If I said sorry,. If I bought presents,. If I hugged you,. If I dried your tears,. If I made you tea,. If I stroked your hair,. If I told a story,. If I cleaned your house,. If I made you laugh,.
Smashed Shattered Cracked Obliterated Me.... I'm all of the above..
Staring down the barrel of a fully loaded gun. Winter but no Christmas. Summer with no sun. Being in a room with Hindley, West and Sutcliffe. Being told the end of every film that's ever being made.
My heart is but an empty shell, I'm trying to find the rest. It was taken by a false pretence, And now it's a.w.o.l. I remember tracking it through my teens, Before it cracked and broke.
I wrote my name upon the card, Attached it to the string. I added my number just in case somebody decided to ring.
____ |___| If I had magic box that made things disappear, I'd put inside the sadness, the anger and the fear.
#household #mirror Rorrim mirror, I look inside you, But don't see the same me Like others do. Rorrim mirror, I write on my skin, The real me is different, Not what's on the tin.
#abc Always, be careful. Don't ever fail. Great hurt if just Kill like men now. Often, people quietly Reason. Showing trust unless Vexed. When xenodochial You zoom (off!).
You might have a car You might have a flat A big bling necklace but you look like a twat I don't owe nothing I live with mum and dad But I've got something That you've never had I can't afford a...
Beer mats, Bar stools, Beer pumps, Ice cool. Pound coins, Purse nearby, Football on, German fans sigh. Car keys, Half a drink, No more, On the brink.
Mushroom allowance,. Tree council house rates,. Fairy rights act,. Flying school health and safety,. Magic allocation guidelines,. Keeping bees licenses,. Pollen drinking limitations,.
When I first joined Opuss I thought I had to write for other people. At the time the first story I wrote was @puffy1980's prequel almost to 'Stan'.
I met a little fairy, Her name was innocence blue. She wore a dress of spiders web, And pretty acorn shoes. A fear appeared upon her face, As she saw I'd seen her too.
50 shades of Grey.... 1. Cement grey 2. Elephant grey 3. Sky Grey 4. Silver grey 5. Crap British weather grey. 6. Graphite grey 7. Ash grey 8. Stone grey 9. Pavement grey 10.
The water in the pond next door sounds like giants urinating. The aeroplanes flying by sounds like goblins cheering on football matches.
When Opusses are categorised wrongly.
Collecting puppets,. Watching disney,. Sleeping with a bear,. Poorly on sofa with duvet,. Loving Harry Potter,. Believing in magic,. Reading Jacqueline Wilson,. Wanting to go to the zoo,.
To not succeed, To not read, To fall from height, To lose my sight, Slimy slugs, No more hugs, Aeroplanes, Enormous pains, Tiny babies, Pregnant ladies, Being alone, All the unknown, A deadly...
Shadows long, Light fading, All alone, Mournful song. Silence falling, Candle flickering, Tired eyes, Birds calling. Worked late, Sleepy body, Tired mind, There till eight.
I wish I had time to write all the Opusses I have in my head. Juggling a full time job, a part time job and a masters degree and tutoring I just don't get time :(.
If you need a mum, A caring hand, You're not my son, But here I stand. I'll be your shoulder, Be your friend, Cry to me, Until the end.
Yes I dye my hair, Yes I drink a lot, Yes I like to read, Weirdo. I think not. Yes I like fatty food, Yes I like my showers hot, Yes I like my baggy clothes, Weirdo. I think not.
Are you there. Can I find you. My heart you tear, Still I want you. If you're there, Come and fine me. My heart you tear, Set me free.
You said it's nice to meet you. I said thanks. You said how are you. I said fine. You grinned and winked at me. I flushed red. You said I like your hair, I said thanks.
Find me A book of answers To tell Me how to live. The one that tells Me what to say Or how many fucks To give.
A coffee cup... Empty. A piece of paper... Blank. A camera... With no photos. A window... Showing darkness. A day... With no events. A phone... With no conversation. What shall I write about next.
Sweets would be currency, Lady Gaga would be queen. Dolls would be the stars of soaps, Justin Beiber would be king. Schools would be for grown ups, While children played in parks.
Read a book,. Make a drink,. Watch tv,. Have a think,. Comb my hair,. Paint my nails,. Watch a film,. Hug my bear,. Have a snack,. Check my email,. Post on twitter,. Sleep I lack,. Fidget lots,.
I am not a pound sign, My colour is not green. I don't form a paper note, Or belong in a bank. But still you chase me, Still they come. To take away my pride, My tusks are gone.
As I stare at empty rooms, I wonder if you're tall or short. As I tap my fingernails, I wonder if your eyes are Green. As I make a cup of tea, I wonder if you're just like me.
My hero isn't a singer, Doesn't play guitar. He isn't someone driving round in a big expensive car. My hero doesn't play for a big flash football team, In fact he doesn't really do anything extreme.
My turn I guess... I'd like to see the sunset in each continent of the world. To put my foot either side of the equator.
I'm too small. Too tall. Too blonde. Too much of a fool. Too clever. Too thick. Too nice. Too much of a bitch. I don't drink. I get drunk. I don't say enough. I say before I think. I like kids.
I've been planning lessons on cinquains: Owl Intelligent, superior Hooting, hunting, hatching, Standing tall, all knowing, Bird Wizard Mysterious, Magical Flying, spell-ing, changing, Mystifying...
I sometimes wonder, What I would hear If my senses were muddled and I Taste with my ear. Would Gaga be salty, Or mozart a meal. Would I taste the noise Of the city as salty or sweet.
May 2012 The jury stood staring with disgust. 10 long years ago. I stood there in a gingham dress with pigtails humming 'pop goes the weasel'.
May 3 2012 I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ...
May 2 2012 I just read my last entry. ‘Bat-Shit’ crazy. Funny term really, how would anyone know how crazy bat-shit is. Why would anyone want to know.
April 30 2012 The day was a Friday. I forget the date. I forget most things if I'm honest. (That's the idea of a diary isn't it?) That was the day I ended up here...
In a massive grump, Feeling anger inside me, Rushing through my veins . No reason for this, Friends winding me up badly, I'm really too nice.
As @puffy1980 did one, I'm going to jump on the bandwagon. Plus you never know if I tell everyone I'm single I might meet my Prince Charming lol.
Remember that quote... From Trainspotting. Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
1. Lying in the dark, Wind competing with the rain, Melodic nature. 2. Wondering if only, If only I was able... Wondering would I. 3. Broken hearted, Crying into the darkness, Feeling all alone. 4.
Not from Opuss ... But authors I enjoy and inspire me. A.A Milne Simple beautiful stories about animals that are meaningful. I love the simplicity of the language he used.
Tequila.
Footsteps of fairies dancing till midnight. Applause of distant audiences. The leaves of 1000 trees rustling at once. The hair dryers of giants.
Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked...
.... the truth is you could slit my throat And with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt - Taking back Sunday 'You're so last summer'.
'The Collector' A guy who kills off prostitutes to collect certain body pieces. Leaving a small c carved into their flesh. He carefully looks after each part. Ticking off each organ as he gets it.
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money.
"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." Albus Dumbledore.
To be able to start every loved book from the beginning and not know what's going to happen....
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know.