Glen
Glen has had some amazing writes, His rank is 27, Wow, what an amazing guy, He must be from writers heaven.
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Glen has had some amazing writes, His rank is 27, Wow, what an amazing guy, He must be from writers heaven.
Hunting my feed for a post to write a response to. I have done so to more than one of you. And I think am a bit addicted to doing it too. So am sending a warning to all of you.
Opuss family, I have a question for you, Please comment and decide what we should do. The #colourchallenge has been rather dull, And this time around, no one's entered at all.
This is my hundredth Opuss, I'm gonna make it great, It'll be spectacular, I just cannot wait. It's a a birthday of 100, Opusses today, We're going to surprise it with, A hip hip hooray.
So, I'm at 700, It's been quite the ride, Being part of opuss - I'm really full of pride, Thank you for reading, My unsaid words, I think it's best now, I return to the birds.
I'm not going to lie .. I'm not a great writer. I can't write a poem for crap. I hate poems .. But I still stay on this site because all of you are oh so nice.
#acrostic C hallenges on Opuss are always swell, H orrible Lee just had to tell, A crostic challenge is up next, L et's just say, I'm perplexed.
#acrostic C an't you see that these are chaotiC . H ate these things, they're always over in a flasH. A rgh. No moments when I yell "AhA!" L eave me alone. I'm trying to defeat this eviL.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, January 6, 2013. When you read stories from a book on a page, your imagination brings life to a new realm. A new realm that you and only you will see.
I love to write; I love the way the pen moves across the page; I love the illegible scribbles of my mind; the formation of words, from the complexity of thought.
Hmmm i should write something… YES. I LOVE WRITING STUFF. but what… I know a blog. But no one likes my blogs… Then make them better duh.
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Hi. So, this is my blog. Ummmmm. This is the problem with writing a blog that us actualy about my life because i dont have an interesting one.
A happy post from me you need. Too many posts of sad I concede. So here's a poem full of sun and no rain. A happy post from the depths of my brain. Lots of smiles and no crying here.
"Beautiful Words" On a black screen, There's infinite reasons, Of what these words mean. "Beautiful Words" Describing the lovely, Embracing the beautiful. But also the ugly.
A post about ranking inspires me to ask, "is productivity more valuable than creativity?" A hundred opusses or articles a month better than one hot story which mangles your mind and lifts your pulse.
One hundred. The big one. Yup, I've finally got there. It was mentioned optimistically, Now look at me right up there. Never, Had I thought, I'd ever be able to write so much.
Do I have to write. Do I want to write. What will I write. Anything I like. What if people get offended. They regret they'd ever seen it. Words can't harm a clever man.
Slow today, It's quiet today, Where is everyone. Gone away. It Christmas, though. We need to write. And laugh and sing, Of our delight.
Seriously guys What's with me these days.
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If you have seen my profile lately you will have seen my awesome bio (its apsolutly....) and that im coming up to my centenary post or NO. 100 to most people.
I'm having major writer's block. My mind is blank. Even though I just composed a poem for the color challenge, it's come back again. Help.
Now I'm not a poet And this ain't up my alley I stick to my blog About my life in the galley But I'll give it a bash And see how I do And I might even get A follower or two Write something...