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Opuss is seeming slow today I'm confused as to why It's Monday Funday, where are you all You never said goodbye. Where have all the opussians gone. Why is it so quiet Is it because your all at work.
A table for five, Became a table for four. My dearest friend, Dines with us no more. Stolen away, Ahead of his years, Battled his illness, Demanded no tears.
# funday (to the tune Celebration) Celebrate funday Opuss, Celebrate funday Opuss. There's some poems being written on an app, It's so addictive, I've fell into the trap.
Been reading through some old letters etc me n mrs sent each other at various times. This one was when I had to go America for an op: (warning - cheeeeese.
(F)ew have forgotten the happy dance (U)-turns aside, just take a chance (N)o more worries the time has come (D)ance off the fury and have some fun.
There are questions to ask, about this Opuss app, Like: 'how do I know if my poems are crap?' How do I find out who is ranked high.
She was in wonderland and he was in hell. Their lives did cross if only just for a spell. She was a writer and knew her way with words. He was a fighter whose choice of weaponry was swords.
I need these words To just get by. Adicted on words I'm fuckin' High. Hit after hit I'm a hardcore user. Can't get enough Orriginal word abuser. The stuff's in my blood Just like crack cocain.
You're Like A Scar. Puckered. Not Healing. A Wound On The Inside. Irritation.
After Frisco in my telepod Myself and @ckhan felt rather odd Wherever shall we travel to next.
She looked like a butterfly. I waited for her to flutter by. And fly away into the distance. But the only thing distant. Was the miles between us. But miles turn to smiles. When your madly in love.
"The saucepan's on",. "you've left your keys". "have you checked the dog for fleas?". "That chicken's dry",. "Your wording's wrong",. "You've made that curry far too strong". "That isn't her",.
P ossible, I know it's is O f course it can be done S imple problem to grip I nfact i'll do it for fun T omorrows looking great I know this to be true V ery happy things await E veryone, me...
I dreamed a dream last night. Message vivid, colours bright. An Opuss dream it was, I'm sure. If I could remember it at all. I can't remember even a snippet. With my coffee as I sip it.
My face has changed since I left, Perhaps reflecting my heart's new cleft, My eyes have lost their shine, Perhaps because of hands no longer entwined, My mouth is not turned up at the sides, Perhaps...
I miss so much the feel of love, that sparkle in the eyes, The butterflies that dance inside as passions slowly rise.
I had a dream last night, And this is really true, That we all came together: The united Opuss crew.
Where have the innocent gone.
A double whammy, the rarest sight, Not a unicorn, no, please don't fright, He's blacker than the night, A true spirit of evil, yes, he'll bite.
There is something you don't know. Something very hard to show. It's a feeling a cannot express. Something very hard to press. It's three words. So simple. But so hard. Something I have to say.
Summer sun Where have you gone.
Warriors and Wordsmiths. The Sword and the Pen. The making and the breaking and the fashioning of men. The memory of hero's, and tales of the dead. Forever unspoken, now written instead.
For @Naaviie and @MrAlex Working with you made me smile, A very special smile, it stretched a mile. It was a flat one like every one of mine, It was flat but it was special, oh it did shine.
I wish I had a friend, As loyal as this app, With all this creativity, No bitchy, rival crap. A simple little paw print, A world of written word, Thriving cats and kittens, Just waiting to be heard.