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After the morning that I've been through,. I'm going to switch on the kettle and make a cuppa brew,. Good job it's a rapid boiling kettle,. Without my caffeine fix my mind won't settle,.
hello (: I haven't been writing for sometime because I've been busy trying to get a job; sort my life out.
Blowing away the cobwebs Shaking off the dust I try to reclaim the writing skills That I carelessly left to rust So Happy Birthday Opuss, And I proud that I can say I am back on Opuss just in...
Remember me the way I was. Remember my sunshine, remember my crashing waves and endlessly stretching sandy beaches. Remember me as I was and the memories made across me.
It was just an APP then. It was just a brown square. A black PAW PRINT added, And little did I CARE They were just POEMS, then, Words strung TOGETHER. But now it's a FRIEND, Here through all...
Coming to an end. Another year nearly past. Seems like it just started. It's all gone so fast. From January to December. The first month to the last. Dreams have been dreamt. And memories amassed.
Hello again, today is Saturday, November 24, 2012. Today I feel like I should tell someone, or in this case many someones, about things I've done that I know are wrong.
I wish I could say I'd been here since the start but for me its just been 7 months. I remember my first post. I was nervous and unsure what to expect. I didn't know how my writing would be received.
Mum, you left us We didn't know why. And yes I was older But you know I still cry The bosom that comforted Fed and that hurt so so bad I wonder these days whether you too are sad.
I was on my knees Breaking down When you picked me up And told me that I Could do anything As long as I tried Painted the words on the wall You told me I was a miracle You gave me hope And you gave...
Thanksgiving. It is a time for celebrating life, death, love, hatred. Being with family and friends, digging into turkey, rolls, an cranberry sauce.
Oh to watch the sunrise. With eyes not teary blurred. To think about what just might be. And not what has occurred. Oh to hear the birds chirp. Their beautiful morning songs.
Hello again, today is Thursday, November 22, 2012. Also known as Thanksgiving if you live in the Americas. Today I'm thankful for many things.
Today I feel just sad. Or maybe blue. But something feels just hollow. The reason is not concrete. Though I am sure that I feel this way. It hasn't crept up. Or sprang in with a surprise.
Today I am thankful for all of you wonderful Opussians. Thank you for treating me with so much kindness!!!!!!!. I am truly grateful for all of you wonderful words about my writing.
Friends are the family you choose for yourself,. They're there for you in happiness or poor health,. A shoulder for you to cry on when you need it,. An ear to bash when things go shit,.
*Just to be clear, this is a story* The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong.
Hello again, today is Tuesday, November 20, 2012. The other day my father had mentioned that the 1-year anniversary abuelo's death was coming up. Then a few days later, I realize that it has passed.
So completely overwhelmed by birthday wishes today!.
My time has come, For me to leave, This land of opussia, But please don't grieve. My time, for now, Has come about quick, But here in opuss, I shall not stick.
She carried my suitcase, Petite and round. Tears on her face, She lost and found. Her pride, Her sweetness, Her joy, Her weakness. And she stands tall, Just like she has before.
I should of written something the second I found out, it's only just properly sunk in though. Last night I cried silently for you. When I cry I don't want other people around me. I suffer in silence.
When life is good, when everything is settled and it seems there is a 'plan' then fate turns up. Fate always brings with it a surprise.
I wonder why it is hard for some people to say 'I'm sorry'. This kind of attitude is what causes one's hear to break.