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I didnt want to wake Monday morning, I complained how my day was only to be very boring.
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I didnt want to wake Monday morning, I complained how my day was only to be very boring.
Red ink, Or maybe pink. Convincing myself it's not blood, But more likely red mud, It could be paint. No.
Wake up from this. You have nothing to lose. That sleep is nothing to miss. It's a thing the mind and the body choose. Open those eyes to see the light. Shining from the sky to make your day bright.
Do you have a special person That's with you through everything.
For@naaviie The button on my dress is nothing more, nothing less. Fitting snugly in its hole, sealing me up, for that is it's role. Unlike a zip it doesn't slip. It doesn't even pinch my skin.
What inspires me. A single red rose, or ten tiny toes. A piece of cheese or the button on your sleeve. A pair of shoes or reading through clues. A musical rap or even something black.
So I am back here again. Don't know where to start don't know how to begin. In an empty home. I stay here all alone. What can I do to make things more fun. I don't want this silence I want to run.
My inspiration gets to me at night. I want to write but that does not feel right. I am trying to put a word or two. Just to make you read this and make me something to do.
What if one night the moon weren't there. Would I even stop to stare. What if all the stars fell down. And fell as shards upon the ground. What if mountains crack and crumble.
The fire burns deep inside My yearning for to write But deep inside I cannot find The fuel to keep alight.
Wake up wake up You sleepy head. The world's awake Your still in bed. Wipe sleepy cobwebs From your eyes, Blow away The lullabies, Shake the stars From our your head.
I used to write my poetry in a notebook, Thoughts and feelings for only my eyes to see But since downloading my new best friend Opuss, My words have become liberated and free And although perhaps...
This is my 21st Opuss!. And as 21 is my favourite number so I'm dedicating this to a little girl who I mention In my poems. Young girl, White eyed, Once again she sees the light.
Monday I asked for your hand, As we danced before our wedding band, Tuesday we lived our dreams and wishes, You kissed me, called me your new 'Mrs', Wednesday I held you when you cried, And never...
HER lips were red as roses crushed, Her voice a sigh of a sweet-song hushed, Her skin as pale as fallen snow, Her eyes as blue as any could show.
If a picture paints a thousand words. Then why are none of mine heard. My drawing isn't perfect. Both most certainly worth it. I draw rainbows and sunsets. When I'm not upset.
Occasionally I dream of that perfect night... Of you brandishing that bottle of complimentary champagne...
S mile, relax and just let go U phold what you know in your soul C ourage will help a great deal C onfidence will help you more so E verything in life can be easy S imply follow these steps S...
When I first joined Opuss, Twas a week or so ago, I just couldn't stop writing, The juices seemed to flow. I'd write about anything That popped into my head.
Dedicated to @leelee101 So my good friend Lee Gave a challenge to me Read on with a smile (this may take me a while!) May I just add before I start..
Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men.
I think I'm running out of words to say. I think about it every day. A poem or a story. Whatever I'll do it later don't worry. So later I turn on my Ipod and open this app.
Hey you beautiful writers I like your stuff. I just keep on reading them without getting enough. What a world I get in when I start to read. Wonderful stories in my life once I can need.
*this is one of my older opuses. Decided to use it* #household Moonlight reflects, My greatest respects, This distant place, Gives me such a distaste, Sparks shower, This is the glass hour.