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There's a soundtrack to my life That shifts across the ages Symphonies and rhapsodies To record all of the stages The simple joys of childhood Before I knew how much was wrong The dark years left...
I hate when there is that one person that you have loved before, that you know as much as you want you can't have again. The same person who breaks your heart and saves it in the same day.
Inspired by @leelee101 ...And Gentlemen... Well how to describe the man of my dreams, The one who has me in a vice I am happy to be in. Tall and strong, Handsome and hardly admits he's wrong.
I find myself becoming more involved with Opuss as each day passes, it is incredible to read so many thoughts, gripes, loves, instructions, poems and stories, all in one place.
And that's whats just occurred to me. Some things just feel too hard. I psyche myself to do them. Then grit my teeth, endured. It's worth it in the end I'm told. I know it's true I'm sure.
I just found out that my guinea pig died. I'm on vacation and I'll never get to see him again.
Is it just me or do you like smile really really big (like it's not a smile and you can't stop) when you're really happy- cos like it happens to me and I can't stop it even though I try then I...
If only things were different now. Seems so long ago that vow. I made to you to always be true. Everything felt brand new. I'm sorry that I let you down. Turning your smile into a frown.
If I'm gunna go, I want it to be in fireworks, That sparkle, crackle and glow, Every colour should be present, A display worth millions, Power at one hundred percent.
Dream well tonight My dear Opussian family Wake with no fright A sincere good bye from me Dream during the day Those who remain awake I wish you luck today On all the decisions you make Dreaming is...
Sometimes all it takes. Is a smile from a stranger. The embrace of someone you've missed. A thank you from a passer by. The lightning bolts of a first kiss. A photo to remind you.
I'm not feeling very well. It's a dull pounding ache. Might take a while to go I can tell. How do I get rid of it for god sake. The blues, pissed off, fed up, down. Felt like this for years.
Dear life, why do you hurt me. And stress me out so much. You never have happy endings, But my heart you often touch. I'm not sure how to define you, As you seem beyond all meaning.
Skipping down this road. With nowhere to go. I'm all weird. In this world. Wondering when. My next move will be. I'm without hope. For eternity. Thinking of how. My world could be changed.
Before opuss, i would write all the time. No one took the time to listen to my words. It made me mad and my anger built up more and more. Then i found opuss.
Perfection is Your happiness Your laugh Your smile Your personality Your humor Your voice Your face ...
I'm sorry. Really. I am. I know I can't go back and change what I did and what happened. But saying sorry is all I can afford right now. I didn't speak because I didn't know what to say.
My 60th Opuss Also my farewell for now Only 6 poems left Then it's all me on my own These 6 are my favs So till tomorrow, they wait But good luck to you all And your beautimous fate Good night to...
Everyone knows the definition of friendship, but just incase you didn’t: Friendship [frend-ship] –noun 1. The state of being a friend; association as friends: to value a person's friendship. 2.
Just to say: To EVERYONE who has ever supported me thank you. You've changed my world.
The happiest moment I can remember At all in my life. Your kidding right. Here let me Write a list Of "happy moments' The top 3 remain By my standards 1. Meeting Sam 2. Talking to Sam 3.
I feel cracks in the foundation, I don't know where I stand anymore My feelings are in turmoil Pushed to the limit Like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff The slightest movement and I'll fall in.
Dear diary, Love feels like hell. When will this thing ever end. Just today, when I opened my facebook page, and saw the top news from the growing pile of feeds, my heart began to sank.
Woke up today to see this thing. It made me happy, it made me sing. I know I don't care about it much. But I think about my writing and such. You see, I was not good at writing.