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Like a writer dancing. Enchanted by the fluid writing. The words are so inviting. A story in their movements telling. Like a writer painting. The colours are captivating. The canvas world's so vivid.
I wish I could play piano So every word had a melody. I'd sit there and write Using that ebony and ivory. And every word would have its own song. Every song would have its own tune.
I Found a bottle, in the sea, Expecting a secret message, I opened it with glee, But no message at all was found, Just a damp sand mound. So I filled it.
What's contained in a word. A question not so absurd, The alphabet on a skilful palette, Roots of a culture, varying 'round the planet. Ah.
I should see you tomorrow Before I leave for a trip I want to show you my poems And my fun little clips I've missed you so much I send a small text We should hang out tomorrow night I wonder what's...
Words have taken me were dreams cannot,. To squalled seas that time has forgot,. Swamps made of potatoes and cheese,. Resident trolls and giants that say please,.
If I could sing. I would be in Broadway. With the likes of Wicked. Now that would be the way. If I could dance. I'd be in a group. I'd go on Britian's got talent. Now that would be the way.
My piano is a refuge in which only I conceal a key. It's a honky tonk or an opera house. A blues single or a rock ballad. Somewhere I can go and find peace and comfort in a place of harmony.
Wake up citizens of Opuss. Theres stories to like. Poems to write. In this world where your free to express yourself. I feel like your dead.
#LoveOpuss A. Amazing Community. B. Being yourself is ok. C. Clear interface. D. Deep writers. E. Easy to use. F. fun. G. Great for practice. H. Happy stories. I. Independent. J. Jokes. K.
This is a room of red satin silk, Leather-bound books, cookies and milk, Great grand old chairs rimmed gold, All sit around to hear what is told, Many roaring fires under twisted ledges, Flickering...
#household @timmsyy A race of literature, And I'm winning, A sea of words, And I'm swimming. A house of paper, Fragile and thin, Don't open the door, The wind will blow in.
Let me speak plainly, Opuss inspires many. Curious characters on a page, Give a high I can not gauge. Freedom to explore, These rhymes and more, Many sides to the coin, Enticing others to join.
If dreams were a food... Mine would be a buffett. If dreams were a mood... Mine would be a toughy. If dreams were a dance... Mine would be bump & grind. If dreams were a chance...
-I hate the fact that I'm torn apart on the inside because guys like to fuck with girls heads, Well now I'm all crazy and shit and forced to take meds.
Poetry in motion. Minus the commotion. The perfect magic potion. A simple little notion. A calming, soothing lotion. To part this brooding ocean. Because poetry's emotion. When poetry's in motion.
451. What have I done?. I know I am spending time here. Just to write and having fun. If it is raining or if I could see the sun. Opuss, is in my phone. Opuss is the one!. So many posts.
3 unheard sisters. Whose stories remain untold. Up to this very day. I've had them to hold. 3 unheard sisters. Look nothing alike. But everything in common. Even sleeping habits at night.
So I haven't been around for a bit, To be honest I've been feeling worse than shit. I've been surrounded by negativities, Keeping busy with mundane activities.
#household @stablish It drips Leaving little lines where it has run Blame it on gravity I do. There are many things you can do with paint. It's not just a bedroom wall decorator, Well, it is.
I wish I was a poem, One that could be heard. And everyone enjoyed it, From word to little word. I wish I was a poem That could be sung from rooftops, high.
What inspires me. A single red rose, or ten tiny toes. A piece of cheese or the button on your sleeve. A pair of shoes or reading through clues. A musical rap or even something black.
Hey you beautiful writers I like your stuff. I just keep on reading them without getting enough. What a world I get in when I start to read. Wonderful stories in my life once I can need.
What can I say about me. I live in London I'm a mother. The shortest in my family at 5.5ft And rather petite, long dark hair and Hazel eyes. I'm gentle Sometimes mental, generous and mischievous.