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Came across this application on Apple Store. I'm not a gadget freak, but I like to write. Writing is fun, writing bounds me to people's heart. It's nice to read people's thought and approaches.
Excuse my excitement, I have to say The postman's been around today And in among a load of things Usual rubbish the postie brings Was something in some bubble wrap For goodness sake what is this...
There are 26 letters in the alphabet The English one that is There are at least 250,000 words in the dictionary And it's growing rapidly that list That doesn't include names, People or places It...
My words portray every thought that i have. Show them in color or in black and white. And show the experiences ive had. Spoken words are hard but easy to write. Not only poems but songs and books too.
Now I'm stuck at rank '244', Tomorrow the number could be more. Could be less, Could stay the same, But all I know it will always have to change.
I will write. So long I've waited. My brain has rested. Words have baited. Busy and tired. I've put it aside. But now I'm back. With heavy stride. I missed you all. And writing too.
Now this is strange. I see people, albeit few people, liking my work.
How strange it is That worlds are created Inside a inspired mind Leaking on to paper. Each book, another world. Each reader, another place. It's magical you know.
Another moon has passed, And shed its many lights. Here's to another 30 days Of amazing Opuss writes. We have stories and poems, And many laughs to come.
Reacting on an emotion, And writing it on paper, Focusing on the moment, And ripping it apart, Studying thoughts in my head, For the words I once said, Finding the answer, In the deepest...
Opuss is brilliant because it gives us the platform to share our words, feelings, ideas and thoughts in one place.
These few tears that fall. Use to be much more overall. When grades were everything. Nothing else yet to ding. I focused not enough. On emotional stuff. Sent to a therapist. That only made me pissed.
This is for @mpallister I have allways loved writing ever since i was a little kid. I used to hold story compotions for me and my friends.
Sitting in silence hearing the clock. So annoying, tick took. No one home, all alone. Thank god, for the phone. Miss my friends,my space. I haven't slept in days. Walking in the evening having fun.
I keep a little book, Where I write every word That I place on my Opuss So that they can be read and heard. But it's beginning to get full. And I'm starting to run out of ink.
#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.
I'm going away for a week, Down south to sunny Cornwall, Which means with great regret, That I won't be able to Opuss at all.
I'm reading your beautiful writes. As a kitten lays on my chest. Reading along with me it seems. Before her rest. I find one. That I truly love. As I hit the like button.
'Every minute you're angry you waste sixty seconds of happiness' Don't be riled by others when you know it's not worth the stress So many inspiring voices gather, among them @Fly10 More perfect...
Notebook notebook, Fill me with words. Notebook notebook, Dreams to go unheard. Notebook notebook, Tiny cramped writing. Notebook notebook, A wonderful sighting. Notebook notebook, Poems and stories.
I write to many opusses. Each and every day. I write so many opusses. I have a lot to say. I write so many opusses. This I must confess. As one day my opusses. Will simply be the best.
You sit and you think What opuss to write You ponder all day You stay up all night Thinking of things You're writing them down Reading them through You're wearing a frown It doesn't look right You...
Everyday, one opuss is an absolute hit, it's fascinating how its the same (sort of) authors who write absolute amazing things. You know who you are, I don't have to point you out.
It's been so long since we were here, The app I used to hold so dear. I guess I just haven't needed to write, But something still grips me oh so tight.