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#household #home @Burrfoot. I wasn't always the one,. The one to believe the hype. But if you want then I'll still tell you. Tell you the secrets of my life. 'Cause I've been waiting.
Originally written eleven years ago today: A wound so deep has opened within my soul. Tormenting me while I sleep, and waking me into a world so cold.
#household Home is where the heart is And you'll also find a mess Occasionally a mood or two But mainly happiness Here you'll find some rabbits And many moggies too But I only have one pussycat Do...
I believe in angels, and in guardian angels, the messengers and protectors God has sent each of us to give us all tiny miracles when we need them, and that one huge one that changes your life forever.
Once upon a time...
I was once part of a not so unique club. The kind of club that made you feel special and valued. You could sign up to join this club once in a lifetime.
This is my first post in opus. I've found this platform while browsing the apple AppStore. The design is nice. I liked the walkthrough. I am pretty happy with this service.
This is me, skeletal A bag of bones and skin Lying in this hospice bed My face puckered and thin Day by day I wheeze and choke Lungs shudder with each breath As cancer cells swarm inside I'm closer...
Hey there all my Opuss comrades, It's so good to see y'all are still here.
Since I last wrote, I've fulfilled two items on my to-do list: Breakfast for my wife (twice), and called parents and grandmother. I thought the third item would be the easiest, but I was wrong.
Summer nights outside In a tank and shorts Laying down on the grass Staring up at the stars Connecting them together A campsite in the woods Logs around the fire Marshmallows toasting on...
Is there a word to describe the feeling of touching down on home turf After a long needed holiday, The rubber hitting the tarmac, watching the city lights glitter Beneath the giant wings of the giant...
I've been gone. Valiantly fighting. Eternally wanting you back. Magically disappearing. In case you couldn't tell. Super dead my iPods been. Stealing nothing all too well. Exciting to be back.
Willow willow tree. Your hairlike branches sway. Tickling my nose. And making me sneeze. Willow willow tree. Your soft rasping. As your branches touch. Are a lullaby to my ears. Willow willow tree.
I met her in a classroom. She was a teacher that inspired. I'd worked with many. She was special, someone I admired. She had a gentleness. It put the children at ease. So wonderful at teaching.
I'm here to write. Something from the heart. The words must be perfect. Writing is an art. I'm here to write. And learn from others. To get inspiration from you all. Kids, dads, or mothers.
To Ken Hilda Tessa, Lately I've missed you three. Badly. I know that your gone from my sight now but you'll never leave my heart. Ken, my Uncle, you had been suffering from a stroke.
I feel bad. Yes, I really do. Ever since I did. Those awful things to you. I never meant to cause damage. Never meant for you to hurt. Because I did those things in anger.
Jeg plejede at være så lykkelig, små ting kunne gøre mig glad. Det kan de endnu, om end ikke i samme omfang. Smilet i dine øjne, mine børns latter, solen der danser på himlen.
I once could look in the mirror and smile. But now this face disgusts me. I used to be able to hold my head high. Now I hold it down shamefully. After one momentary act of madness.
"This is the first day of my life. I swear I was born right in the doorway. I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed. They're spreading blankets on the beach.
What a journey I have took Just throughout All 4 months.
I think I've lost a friend I didn't want it to end But a small lie caused it all. Now I'm feeling like a fool. It was just a small white lie. I tried to tell you. I try.
Many things make my happy, Like kindness and care, Friends we can rely on, To always be there. Many things me make happy, Like having good fun, Or on a hot summers day, When we can lie in the sun.