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Fuck me, I'm sick of being sorry. What. You hate me. Call me a liar, want me to be sorry. What. Stop being a bitch. There you have it. I'm done being a pushover.
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The Thorn of a Rose.
Broken vase.
Learning.
To make something beautiful,. To bring a tear in someone's eye,. To live a moment without regret,. To know the secret of how to fly,. To learn if I could feel right,.
Ever had that slightly awkward moment when a stranger tries to overtake you whilst walking but can't quite out pace you so ends up walking beside you for a distance. If so then this poem is for you...
I'm new to Opuss as you probably can tell. Keep pressing the wrong buttons and messaging myself. Haven't wrote poetry for a very long time. So I'm a bit rusty with my rhythm and rhyme.
Spilling down the windowsill, Glistening diamonds, falling out of the sky. Silver droplets, pouring out of the goblets of the gods, Shining arrows, Tearing trough the sky.
I sit on my covers, And dream up a place, Where the mountains peak, And the rivers chase. Where the devil's absent, Yet the Gods look on, And where it's beautiful still, Whether or not the sun shone.
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
Old one, I never finished, but now you're getting it. ;) I feel it coming on the wind, It feels, just like they said it.
Seems to be the theme of the day I want to fly High in the sky Swim with the dolphins under the sea Ride on the back of a bumble bee Touch a cloud Just to see If it will turn To water on...
Everyone seems to be doing it so. To ride a dolphin And see all the fish. To see a falling star To grant me a wish. To be kissed by someone Who actually cares. To camp in the wild Along with the...
My greatest fear is not what you thought. It's not being chased down and caught. It's not heights. Or wolf bites. It's not spiders, snakes or bugs. It's not something hiding under your rugs.
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Silence is beautiful,. Silence is still,. Silence is perfect,. Controlled by will,. Silence is the thing that lurks in the dark,. Silence is the thing ended by the lark,.
Opuss Pocus. Wow. we're all under the spell. Seems this little app in all our hearts dwell. From morning to night it's got us all hooked. Even my little princess has been overlooked.
I can't decide which colour would be you, The always winning Red or the moody Blue. Maybe the relaxed Green, but dark or light. I don't think this colour-giving is even right.
The night is filled with starlight, The night is filled with moonbeams, The night is filled with dreams, Whether good or bad, But the night is filled with souls Pouring out their sorrows, So that a...
Mockingbird, mockingbird Can you hear me.
When I write on Opuss, I write to be heard, Not to become first... Or second... Or third. Yes, that's a challenge, But not a single aim, It ruins every prospect, Of the word-fuelled game.
It's a new day, A new hope , To make a new smile, To sing a new song, While the chains of love's bells keep ringing, And we keep singing, With the joy we are bringing, And the feeling, tingling.
The heavy load that leaders bear, the choices meaning life or death must surely evenly compare with every kitten's tiny breath.