Smells 3 (winter/spring Transition)
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
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#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
The heat makes the smells. Strong and dry. The dust, so dull. And the cacti. Smell of grass left in the sun. And smell of aging water. And thorns, and sour butter. The smell of scorching sand.
Unkept thoughts finally escape. A clear horizon dawns upon the minds backdrop. A beautiful sunrise magnifies elation's bind. Free of hurt. Free of judgement. Careless of conclusions.
Seeing his perfect face staring straight at me. Suddenly I feel happiness and joy overwhelm me.. What is this feeling. I haven't felt this way in so long.
Nunca creí amar tanto hasta que llegaste tú, Sólo se que aunque el mundo se acabase hoy, mi alma aun te seguiría pensando y adorando.
#opussweeklychallenge It's that time of year We're all in good cheer Everything seems fine & dandy Have mercy on my soul Cupid's in control At least I get half off all candy Valentine's Day?.
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CONFINED: Do NOT read. (Well, maybe you can...) Today, Mother Goose, a shy but quite a clever bird, decided to fess up on what REALLY happened in the nursery rhyme land.
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I love you I love you I love you I do, But don't Get excited, I love myself to. #Opussweeklychallenge.
Started as a group of friends. Then we called up more. Now there's people in and out. We can't close the door. Drink it up, one shot, two. But to party I need twelve. Drinking more then's recommended.
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OK, before anyone reads this I'd just like to say that I think a sense of humour is the most important thing in the world and I'm sure you ALL agree, yeah.
Something to fear. Something I thought. Something that always Looks like what it's not. Think it's sweet. Think it's nice. It could kill you now Without thinking twice.
Cat. Clever. Silly. Never. Down to earth, This is its turf. Nine lives, Claws like knives. Hunting mice, Hardly ever nice. Hear it purr. That's it's lure. Think it's sweet.
Thank you to everyone that took part, all of your posts made me giggle. But there was one that made me laugh just that bit more than all the rest and that was.......
Pull me in tight Turn off the light Softly kiss me But make me plea Bite my neck Give it a little peck Then kiss it once more Did you remember to close the door.
I've just written a book called 'Reverse Psychology' but it's rubbish and I hope no one reads it..
Let us all find the opussian in us all and let our imagination roam free.
Love. It's stupid. Love. It's crazy. Love. It's addictive. Love. We can't live without it..
You throw poison-dart glances at all who pass. Me; I throw spears of hope into every soul I meet..
They come Petticoats of lace Moulded to their bodies A sculpture of deceit The artist; everywhere you look Sipping from teacups Of poison Their gossip a drone to the ears Gazes sharp as...
I'm tired I'm shattered I'm beat I'm battered It's time I hit the hay In time for a brand new day Goodnight x.