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Hey there guys, I haven't been able to write as much lately as I've been dead busy with other projects and college work. However, I intend to start writing poetry again. I've also started writing a short story for World Book Day which I …
It sticks to the surface of every home, Drifts down gently, never on its own. Covers the streets, cars and fence posts, But it's favourite is trees, which it covers the most. It shimmers brightly at every angle, In strobes of blue, gr…
I'm sitting here, caged. Silent. My breathing is steady, along with the rest of my body. I'm contained; locked away behind these cold, opaque bars, icy to the touch. A tear glides down my face, and I quickly catch it to stop it from drawing…
The light slices through the wooden slits in the door, illuminating the numerous objects in a glorious yellow light. The hay bales are defined, and the pitchforks and tools mournfully awakened as the light touches them. Old, rusty horseshoe…
Let us remember them; Their trembling nerves, their charcoal-smothered faces; Their blistered feet and crimson-cut memories. Let us remember them; Their patriotic screams amongst the silent mists. The water reeds looming, and the debr…
Work hard, and try and get paid; That's how most stars are made. But it isn't all about skill, and dazzling good looks; It's about what you do, and who's in your books. Sometimes, however, it depends on your physique, And funnily enoug…
Do you feel the chill? The ice is growing colder. It's clear we failed the test. Now the cyan soundscape is closing in around us. The wind howls through the tunnels, telling us there could be a way out. An opening; freedom. But, but there i…
It's almost midnight. I've been waiting for a while now. Too long. You should be here by now. The quiet is unnerving; my hairs are stood on end. Mainly because of the chill...But I guess some of it might be fear. Just a little bit. The fear…
Dear Opuss, Thankyou for giving me the opportunity to broadcast all of my poems and literary works in your quirky little app. I love sitting down and writing and it's good to know that my pieces can make people smile and think. Thankyou…
She lays upon the porcelain slab, a deathly shade of pure white, matching the intricate and beautiful gown she is wearing. Her fair blonde hair is curly, draped over her lifeless face. A headband fashioned with roses rests upon her head, ne…
Sit down and take a moment. Imagine; you're sat in the middle of a ring of tall, grey mountains topped with little caps of crumbly, wispy snow. The sky is completely blue, and only a few tiny clouds hang in the lofty, cool atmosphere. L…
The Storm The lightning flashes, And illuminates the clouds. A stream of constant dashes; A watercolour of sound. The droplets fall, Fall into the puddles, And the people call, Call in and huddle. Sat in a chair, clad in brown l…
Running down halls, running fast, But this feeling of freedom won't ever last. Breathing is coarse, nowhere to hide; It won't be long before I am crucified. My heart beats, faster and faster, As if on the run from my faithful master. I…
Quick, reflexive, elusive, Invading your thoughts, ever so intrusive; The shade of the trees won't save you now, As portrayed by the sweat running down your brow. Shadowed, unseen, observed; In your own fear is where you're submerged. …
It's like a spider, that clambers down your spine, Or a serpent, slithering down a vine. Whatever it is, it's definitely foreboding, Because it destroys all of your feelings that are outgoing. It's a presence that always makes you worr…
In my new picture, it tells quite a tale; A reminder of why my guitar playing shall never fail. It took place in Los Angeles at the local Guitar Center, Home to legendary brands such as Gibson, Les Paul and Fender. It had taken me a lon…
Writer's Block is so frustrating; It always happens when an idea is culminating. Every time you're about to pick up your pen, You're distancing yourself further from your plentiful zen. As it stands, there's no cure for this disease; I…
When you're laid in bed at night, Tucked under the covers nice and tight, You forget about the things out there; Falling asleep without a care. The lights go out and the moon sets in, It permeates the curtains, and the street lights ar…
What happened to you? You used to be so wonderful; You were a sister-like figure whose advice I'd always take to heart. We could talk for hours it seemed, never wanting to part, You'd share all your secrets, confide in me, and have my tru…
So results day has come, Beckoning forth the son and mum To the assembly hall, aligned with desks, Who hold the keys to failure or success. Choral voices chirp their grades, Accompanied by tears that they've made, As some realise thei…
Sitting here in the waiting room, Slowly realising my appointment is overdue. There's all manner of characters abound, Such as old men with walking sticks Carrying diseases just waiting to be found. The receptionist announces, "Who's …
When your tears fall and your heart aches, I am here. When your nose is all snotty and your mascara runs, I am here. When pain strikes and hunger rises, I am here. When you need someone to listen, you know I'll be there, Awaiting you…
I held her close, tighter than ever before. She wrapped her arms around me and cuddled me close. As I heard her cry, I rested my head on hers and felt her soft but clammy forehead, kissing her on the line of her fringe. I ran my fingers dow…
Memories: They're something we look back on, To bring us a smile when we are down. To envisage a person, Much rather than wearing a frown. They take us back by the tick of a clock Whether it be a watch, a compass, or down by a dock T…
Sunburn really is the worst, I know it's been said but I said it first. Now please pass me the cream, Tell me where I have been; And how I ended up with this terrible curse! (I'm on holiday and suffering sunburn so I thought I'd share …
Her soft hands ran down my cheek, tickling each of the hairs that stood on end from the electricity flowing between us. I sighed deeply; this was wonderful. I'd been waiting a long time for this. After a moment, I felt her lips on my che…
Everyone here, loves a simple little dream Because everyone is fun, and certainly not mean. The way to escape them, is by means of a shove; They're also a way to spend time with your one true love. Everyone here, loves a simple little …
And there I stood, in the pouring rain, As the size of the puddles addled my brain. I looked around, looked at the shops,p Before being bombarded by large water drops. I stared at the drains, bursting at their seams; I'd never seen rain …
You know, there's a legend about an old grove in the woods; they call it the Secret Grove. Not because it's a secret, because everyone in the kingdom knows of its existence. It's really called the Secret Grove because of the secrets it hold…