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#Household @Stablish. I love paint. It's so versatile. It beats wallpapering. By a mile. Choose a colour. To suit your mood. Or paint a mural. That's a little bit rude. You can paint the town red.
Remember how with words I loved you I am no more of this world Only in dreams can I visit you I am wandering in the land of shades I kiss your cheeks through each tear of rain Age did...
I wish to write a poem About how Earth is dying. Or a meaningful verse All about people crying. I wish to write a poem About my messed up life. Or a depressing tale, About my dear dead wife.
The party is all set and I am ready to go. Get the music beating move to the flow. iPuss dressed up as the egyptian queen. The biggest party you have ever seen.
What if I write a poem at night. With the moon in sight. With the dark room lighten by a small light. Making that paper and those words in sight. I get ideas at night and I can't write it right away.
Having now discovered the Higgs Bosen, scientists are looking to understand a new phenomenon. They intend to combine poetry with the names of poets.
Mirror on the wall. Can you see that I am still standing. Yet you are waiting for my fall. I can see those eyes watching. I can see those feelings inside. Those eyes never lie, so I don't mind.
I walk slowly across the grass glaring at the sky Why do I do this.
Dear Mr. Pervert, When I first met you, You seemed like such a nice guy. I feel like a moron for not knowing what was going on inside.
A heart's still a heart if it's made of glass, To break it in half - the pain won't pass. Tears of glass down a sculptured face, A splintering loss you cannot just replace.
So many opusses. Written everyday. By special people. In their own special way. So many opusses. It is a sight to see. It brightens up our day. It makes us so happy. So many opusses.
Take my hand lets go for a stroll. Life can be grand. Just trust in your soul. Forget all your stresses. Forget all your strains. We'll walk and share pleasure. Walk through the change.
Stay close and take my hand, I will show you the promised land, Where trees may shelter you from the sorrows, We will live to see happier tomorrows...
The frosty cold winds blows and freezes my face. The nice fluffy white snow layed softly like lace. Frozen brittle branches covered in snow gentle and light.
I wish I was a poem, One that could be heard. And everyone enjoyed it, From word to little word. I wish I was a poem That could be sung from rooftops, high.
I'd like to write a poem, A subject I should breach: Another Opuss user, And a lesson she does teach.
(sounds better singing while strumming guitar). I don't want to linger here any longer. I'm a ring ringer not a wrong wronger. I don't want to linger here any longer.
-Ohana means 'family' in Hawaiian- To me, Opuss is family. A family that's mine. A family I've come to love, To cherish; so divine.
The world rushes by,. As I fall from the sky,. I'm not losing or winning,. Not heavenly or sinning,. I just couldn't hold on anymore,. Flying had become a chore,. I'm not falling fast or slow,.
So the sky is gray again. I want to see the sun but I don't know when. It's July so the sun should be there. It's like this in November as well and that's not fair.
We know that the world is a horrible place. It's not going to change with that look on your face. Try to remember the reason you're there, Before you decide that life isn't fair.
The saddest sight you'll ever see A derelict in Battersea Hey there Mr. Councilman Don't you have a building plan. A bunch of flats, or maybe not You can't just let it stand and rot.
So, as I was standing at the top of the Empire State Building last night, I suddenly wanted to write some poetry.
Condition-well used but very good Plenty of power under the hood 3 previous uncarefull owners 3 previous persistent moaners Accelerates hard and fast Strong and Built to last.