Stress
-This is how I was feeling last night after a hard day at work and things getting on top of me, I am feeling significantly better today after a good chat with a special someone, this was written at...
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-This is how I was feeling last night after a hard day at work and things getting on top of me, I am feeling significantly better today after a good chat with a special someone, this was written at...
And there I stood, in the pouring rain, As the size of the puddles addled my brain. I looked around, looked at the shops,p Before being bombarded by large water drops.
You know why I like you. It is not the confidence that radiates from you. Ain't your macho stories you talk about, for sure. Your honesty. Hmm, it could be a factor but that is not entirely it.
When I look at you I see an innocence like no other. A true and deep bond for one another. I want to give you the things I never had. If I become half the dad I once had, I'd be nothing less than...
I love the way you look at me, The look that only you and I know. I love the feel of your hands around my waist, The feel of your chest pressed close.
I don't care what people think of me. I don't care what they think they see. I care for my kids and family and love them so. If anybody can't respect my privacy then please go.
Sorry opuss been busy. I have been out in the city. Walking around with my dad. Oh my, the fun we had. Just spending time in the afternoon. More fun to come soon. That's why I have not written today.
Once when I was little. I was happy and carefree. I used to run around laughing. Until it was time for tea. I used to play games. And smile all the time. I used to feel on top of the world.
Making out like you're the good guy If they only knew the truth they'd hit the sky Only takes a week or so To forget the hurt caused by you and co Judging others Like their mothers Who are you.
This is my one- hundredth opuss today. Normally people would make a joke i feel so old but not today because im leaving. This is my last post.
Imagine being young, Longing for Companionship, Desperation amidst. Where you stood is a foreign country. A place chosen for you, By fate.
Today has been a quiet day by all accounts for me on Opuss. I have written nothing, and had received no notices of likes or comments.
Innocence is a thing of beauty,. Gorgeous and divine,. Not sneaky or snoopy,. But somehow still can shine,. It's pure as a rose,. Clear as day,. But it's you who chose,. What game to play,.
I have lots of apps On my iPod right here Some from 25 top free While some others are dear. Some are rather known - Plants vs.
There was a time when everything was right, each moment was blissful and bright. Carefree, evergreen smile flashing on the face but now life seems to loose its pace.
@MelchiorJ13 is now laying at 20. Truly an amazing writer. One among all of you. Who inspire me. I've moved up too. Up to 18. Still quite scary. To be this close. I congratulate you all.
today i learned a lesson that will always be true saying goodbye to someone is the hardest thing to do i've never felt a loss until i said goodbye i thought i was strong and i broke down and...
It's Monday so naturally am over rested, over relaxed & over enjoyed for the weekends before.
I remember reading a piece of text that inspired my greatly. It read similar to the following; I have lived opposite an elderly couple for some years now.
For once I've been at home over the summer. Ok, not all the time, I did spend three days in Norway. But the rest of my summer vacation I spent at home. What did I do here then. I worked.
Humm rather shocked, I didn't know a lot... About my lil name, I found its now quite lame... Love my lil rhyme but onto the good stuff.... Dana means, a fertility goddess...
A bluebird on a branch,. Heart sung on a note,. Creating words anew,. A poem to be wrote,. Captured on a screen,. Digital, without flash,. Hurry, zoom in quickly,. Just to have a bash,.
Trees are very curious things, Its hard to know where trunk ends and branch begins. Trees, trees, all green and brown, Stretching up from the ground.
Today I had the heartbreaking phone call from one of my beat friends telling me that her mum had been having an affair and that she was leaving her dad.