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I often marvel at the world's light,. And how so often it is blindingly bright,. I try and try with all my might,. Sending up on the longest string, tied tight,. My humble, miraculous kite,.
Stale yellow pages adorned with black ink. Smelling like thick choking dust, With a fiction in which can sink. Completely silent in this room.
I think I'll write a poem Maybe a joke or rhyme A blog, a story, ballad, script- Just something to call mine...
As the dewdrops are kissed by the sky. One kiss is saved for you. You nurtured me, protected me. Like the power of dreams on earth. A presence so beautiful and sweet. Is what you signify to me.
A loss is felt today. Someone's been made to pay. Don't ring any bells. Just say your farewells. And get back to the Opussian way. There'll be some bumps and jerks. But we're left with original works.
Blessed is this house And all who dwell in it, Blessed are those who enter And those who depart.
I love Opuss, I really really do, I love the chance to share my words, with all of you I know there's been some rubbish, I know there's been some crap, but I never want to see the end, of this...
Here's a happy song. Let's sing and spread the cheer. Let's all just have a nice time, And write it all on here.
I feel like I'm falling. Drowning in despair. The people I once cared about. Are no longer standing there. After viciousness and attacks. We all turn on each other. Despite the fact as writers.
Come on in the morning, Something's wrong, Where are those people, Singing their song. In those few, short hours, That I was asleep, What exactly happened. It seems, a heap.
Maybe the bridge burns. Lots of twists and turns. Maybe we all fall. I'll get up and carry on tall. Stuff happens I get it. I'm not throwing any fit. Just here to express. Not a violent protest.
D ream a dream that gleams. R uling any scene. E verything is possible. A nything, just dream. M agic bursts the seams. A lways seams to sheen. D ream a dream, no obstacles.
Ignorance and innocents are clearly not the same. Don't substitute them for one and other. Or for this ignorance you'll be blamed. Ignorance has knowledge that something could be true.
I replaced tv with poetry and ended up here I replaced reality with stories and never shed a tear I replaced normal with strange and found my calling I replaced dull with exciting and now i'm...
A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold. A blank white room, Empty, clear, You can forget- Everything here.
A rainbow of colors all in front of me. Growing, springing, jumping high up in the sky. Bigger, grander, taller every time I visit. Oh how wonderful my perfect, flowers are.
If I were a daisy Or a buttercup so gay, Children'd hold me under their chin And laugh the day away.
I love your purr, Your soft soft fur, Your big big heart, Your loud meow, Your quiet walk, Your blue eyes, Bluer than the midnight skies, Your in-taint able love that is for me and my family, Your...
Oh my friend Come with me To Opussia We shall flee.
Thank you Opuss for all the assistance, And the community who live in coexistence, You got my stories and scribbles out, And helped remove my writing doubt.
I wish I had the time. To write a perfect rhyme. Make a rhyme that's mine. Oh, I wish I had the time. I wish I had the hours. To write a verse with power. Make a verse that towers.
The recipe For perfect rhyme I've searched for it Time after time Would it be A lilting song To light the dark And right the wrong Should it contain A lot of swearing Or is that Too...
Once upon a time In a garden full of rhyme The paper not alone - He's with a friend of mine. My friend the pen Writes of now and then Of what we've done Of mice - and men.
In @seamonsters garden, There's a magical tree. It's filled with fruits, From you and from me. Some branches are dark, Some fruit are so light, Reflecting the posts, We all love to write.