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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.
I may not be perfect Or good looking to boot But i'll be a good friend Right down to the root I may not have money Or a fast car But I'll be a good friend The best by far I may not dress...
I'm singing the blues, About my life: I'm a good for nothing singer Who left his wife. I'm growing old and sad, With balding grey hair, Yet nothing scares me more Then a crazy nightmare.
Tell me something That stands the test of time Something that is diff'rent Something I can call "mine" Make it special, beautiful and strong Just like your personality Something I've loved for so...
Our @misslittleDHP Was sending hugs quite freely But with arms not so strong She wouldn't last long At the Opuss convention you see Then a girl from North California Said, 'Listen Kim, I warn ya If...
Staring into the face. A story shall unfold. It's blind to misery. Happiness is now told. Each contoured bone. Has a memory there. Shedding just a few. When it's time to bare. The eyes have glory.
Coolness as I close my eyes. Freshness comes as a surprise. Welcome break from stifling heat. Take the weight from aching feet. Afternoon will just roll on. At least the bloody headache's gone.
Reposting for @Nom 's #twistedOpuss idea As I lie here, letting thoughts wander... Your warmth caresses me, Your scent comforts me, And nothing can hurt me.
He rode in on a stallion, With hair as dark as night, A grey-eyed, pale-skinned mystery, Who seemed to bend the light.
I ran for the Chapstick mom keeps in her purse. My lips were so chapped that they couldn't feel worse.
Whenever I'm inspired I pen a little note, And read through all the words that I have somehow wrote.
Came in Like a storm And made me fall. Head over heels. Called a name Like that of a doll, And can never seem To not know it all. You aren't good For me, Not bad either. What else but a hex.
My life has it is A complete mess Whatever you throw I will try my best It may not be easy But damn I'll try To outweigh these bad thoughts Beneath me they lie I struggle to find The strength...
They always told me guard my heart For that is where my lifeblood starts. I learnt that lesson the hard way round, Learnt that moral with a frown. So I made a promise grave, Not to be their open...
doubt any of you noticed, doubt anyone ever noted, the lack of poems from me, normally I do them with speed, writing for me is normally a need, I guess I just lost my dreams, nothing inspired me, to...
My sofa is no good for me Ultra paradoxically It seats four people, so stretch out Room for all, without a doubt It's leather, black and super cool But to take a seat you'd be a fool For if you sit...
Shiny teapot, short and stout Water in, tea comes out In a single, steady flow.
*warning, I'm a bit annoyed on this front. Sorry!* 'follow me' - you're needy, 'like my stuff' - I might, 'read this' - on my own work, 'look here' - I'm trying to write.
Must admit to getting worried To where have all Opussians scurried.
The rain it pitters and patters to the ground Making the most peacefull sound I watch it fall From the sky so tall Into puddles and pools It slips and drops It drips and drools It falls it...
Here's a riposte to those who repost And fair to say, it's good when you 'host' The work of others, dropped in our feed But remember, to repost is a want not a need Do it too often and it loses it's...
A peal of laughter. Pierces the air, Shattering the silence, Without a care. Silence is golden Hanging above, As quiet as a mouse, As peaceful as a dove.
When your soul is listless, wan and weary and you know not what to do; You need a lift, a comfort zone, to sink and curl into...