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I have a confession to make I am addicted to buying only colored bras This is true not fake If you see my wardrobe you will understand It's like everyday is a carnival in my happy land You'll see a...
Is your life…. Pink like a strawberry,. red like a cherry,. brown like a chocolate bar,. green like a fairy,. white like snow, gives it radiant glow,. yellow like a spark, a firework of art,.
If I do not keep on writing. Then the ink will seep within. Causing an inner struggle. Solved only by the pen. The notebook is my body. And the folds create my heart. But without my muse.
i have a story to tell but remain silent cant you see it in my eyes i want to shout it out i want the world to hear i am not insignificant i am me. i can make a difference.
I write for fear of silence that echoes Pounds On my ears, To illustrate Sunken fears. I hope to heal From these Festering wounds And dry these tears.
A day without being free. Is the day I don't want to see. A day without my own style. Is the day I become an exile. A day without freedom of speech. Is the day I do not seek.
But I'm trying to express myself, My words are all I've got. But no one understands me, and- I haven't got a lot. But what I say is myself at heart, But you just don't get me.
There's a poem in my heart. And a poem from my skin. My bones make poems. And I write for my kin. The sky has its own poetry. As does the sea. The clouds hold the words. As the waves do me.
What I love about Opuss (amongst many other things) is that no one judges each other by the way they write. If you get what I mean.
One bad word!!.
I know my poems are nonsense, I can feel you roll your eyes, But I also want to put in print, What I feel inside.
Can I introduce. You to the. World of words,. Of dark and light. Poems, stories. And blurbs,. Free verse and rhyme,. Words beautiful. And somber,. Historical pieces of a. World War Two. Bomber,.
Inspired me Powered me I can see it I need it Why can't I do this?.
I saw Opuss and it said to me "Open me up, look and see?" You used to write you enjoyed it so Down load the app and have a go.
I write to write, not for followers. You should have followers because they like you. Not because you asked them to. I don't care for followers. They don't matter. Honestly.
Flow. Like the sea and the sand and a pen in my hand, Flow. Like the stars and the moon lighting up the gloom, Flow. I hope these words never stop else I think I will pop, Flow.
I really do have pink hair. It was once blue and one time it even went green. My real hair colour is brown, but brown is so bland, boring. My mum always disapproves of my hair.
Write until the words form sentences...til the sentences become paragraphs...let ur tears b the ink...whether poetic or profound...just speak...let ur words expose ur soul...ur frustrations...ur...
Inspired by a few of you lovely people who have mused upon a few good points. As most of you here I write for me, not to become popular.
I'd just like to post a little note thanking all the likes, all the sweet encouraging comments and all the reports. I'm new to Opuss, but feel welcome and almost free.
I don't think in music. I don't think in lines. I don't think in canvases. No. I think in rhymes. I don't speak in eloquence. I don't speak in prose. I don't speak in coloured tongue.
I think about crying a lot...I know that's kinda weird. I especially think about it when I'm staring at a blank sheet of paper or at a blank screen.
Let me draw on you, Sketch on you, Paint on you, Picture it on you. I want to look at every inch of your perfection, A perfection I can only dream of touching.
Poetry is a simple thing Just like a simple thought- It comes and goes- It flows and flows- Words that bend the heart.