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It's Monday morning, Who'd have thought. That smiles are one, And sadness nought. The sun is shining, Blue skies aplenty. I'm 35, But feeling 20.
He felt like Leonidas, but no Spartan King was he.
We all have a cherished garden we tend - It is planted with love of family and friends. The memories and dreams we treasure and share Are like beautiful roses found blooming there.
Monday morning, The weekend dead. A to do list for the week runs through my head. I smile and shake off my despair, For aren't we all lucky just to be here.
I thought that I had writers block, But then I had an itch, It was underneath my sock, The annoying little bitch, So as I scratched and scratched away, My thoughts began to wander, And a lightbulb...
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
Opuss pocus. You have me under a spell. Tearing myself away from you is hell. Opuss pocus. I relish in all your delights. Of poets, storytellers and future playwrights. Opuss pocus.
I am happy and happy am I, I shall not weep, I shall not cry. The smile reaches from ear to ear, My face is full of youthful cheer. I tried new things, had real fun, Dancing out, beneath the sun.
I saw you sing, once, A glorious thing, All for a strangers purse, You magic, menacing curse, I can't help but giggle, As you try play...
I wrote a little poem To put something to the test It seems the people of Opuss Prefer to be depressed.
We like a boot sale, the missus and I. To pass a Sunday morning by. Get a CD you may have missed. A favourite film, hard to resist. Maybe a pair of jeans for work.
Time changes everything, changes everyone. The ((invisible)) un$toppable force that gets a hold on everything. Time is a healer <3 Time is a torturer----<^> Time is was(t)ing.
I don't think that poems always have to rhyme, Because I was looking at my watch and noticed the nice colour, Sped downstairs and opened a book, When the whole house suddenly vibrated, But anyway, I...
I could not be more certain But my love is yet untold I want to dry your tears To hug you when you're cold I want to be your sweetheart The answer to a prayer I want see you happy To show you that...
If there's no one around to read a word, It just a ink on a page, naught If there's someone to read it, It's not the writer's word.
I have set a place before you, A place where we may share. Please join me at my table, And let me show you that I care. This bread I break with you today, Let its fragrant memory never cease.
Play with the dragonflies, Before forever dies, The world is too late to save. Why can't we live in peace, When all too soon we'll cease. To enjoy the life we crave.
Beautiful lies...
me and my close mate jake wrote this together, taking it paragraph by paragraph. he started so you should tell which bits were mine and which we're his.
Everyone seems bitter, Everyone seems mad. What's going on. What happened so bad. I leave Opuss, Just for the day, Only to return, And find it this way. Surely you guys don't mean it.
Two candles burning warm as love. Two windows, each with a worn out dove. Dimmed lights creating a sphere. Us sitting here for two hearts to repair. Two chairs with golden legs.
Patiently waiting for a compliment, Any one would be heaven sent. I've been insulted for so long, And I need someone to prove them wrong. Make me feel good and adequate, Or amazing would be better...
Why did the chicken cross the road To get to the other side.
Sometimes things dont go ur way. But dont let that ruin your whole day. Live each day like its your last. Because soon, it will all be in the past. As you read this.