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A splash of inspiration, Can come in any guise, Here on Opuss, what we do, Is share life through our eyes.
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A splash of inspiration, Can come in any guise, Here on Opuss, what we do, Is share life through our eyes.
Music is music, but ask about musicality and that's another thing. If its lacking in apathy, the death of a piece it can bring.
#nightdwellers This poem is dedicated to everyone on Opuss. We are the tellers of tales to save others from life's little wails. Enjoy.
Panic inside my mind, Air & time & the rest I'm blind. Imagination & fantasies hold their binds. Nightmares & dreams look me in the eyes. Taking a word & bringing it to life.
I feel deleting this app It's like everything I write is crap Maybe I've got nothing to say I tell myself that to keep my thoughts at bay But trust me those voices never seem to go away!.
Sing the truth from your heart Until your throats bleeds with the painful words you choke on - When an artist sings they're expressing themselves in the only way they know how.
Red, orange, yellow, green. blue, purple. Spilling every color of paint. Coloring, sculpting, leaving the canvas covered in emotions unfortunate taint. Enticed in the colors story, mind hushed.
inspiration: "Pain. And lots of it." Misery loves company . . . but generally, company does not love misery back. I mean, when a person is suffering...
I need inspiration like rolling hills and roaring thunder. I need inspiration like humanity's fatal blunder. I need inspiration of the purest kind. Where both the dark and the light are defined.
I write because I want to, I need to and I like to. I write because it's a pleasure and a blessing to be able to.
I repost because you write, Because your words have made me LAUGH, Maybe made me THINK a little, CRY a little, DIE a little, I repost because your words INSPIRE, Inspire me to read much...
The early pages, coloured,. In red and blue and green,. A lot of broken crayons,. With some pencil in between,. A little on, a lot of yellow,. Golden marks in ink,.
Picture frame of life, Why do you let us leak. Do you not like our colours. Or see us as futile and weak. Picture frame of life, Why don't you care. Why aren't you bothered that you're leaking away.
I wanna be the greatest in the world,. Not for the money,or the fame,or the girls,. Not for the car keys,jet skis,or the vacation to the West Indies,. But simply 'cause love it,.
WHEN I ACT I become somebody new, A change that is deep and felt all the way through. WHEN I ACT it's a buzz that resonates along, It is so, so right, that it feels so wrong.
I long to write something of beauty, I long to write words from my soul. I long to be able to describe my love for you, In words that will never grow old.
I woke up this morning to quite a surprise, At first I thought I'd broken my eyes. My life's canvas is blank, completely wiped clean, I've simply no clue what this might mean.
Each day I'll show you what I think, Though my eyes can only blink, Motionless rings of a pale blue, Stare in different directions before you.
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.
“Turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’ is God work, and you get nothin’ without struggle and hard work” – Nas, Doo Rags – The Lost Tapes Great quote I just came across from nas, I feel it is fitting for...
Ooo I do love opuss, so very very much. People create such amazing things just with a touch. I have read such beautiful, poems, stories and quotes. I can't help myself but, take a mental note.
Dance is her life and she's a master of dance She twirls and moves to a perfect stance She comes centre stage through clearing smoke Time to perform a startling baroque The people love her she shows...
I'm painting a picture of you. Tea tree oil on canvass. But the closer it gets to looking like you. The further it gets from a likeness. It really is impossible to capture your emotion.
I see you hiding beneath your hair, You try to act like you don't care, But I see through that dark vale, Your eyes limp, inspiration stale, You need something to light that spark, A song in the...