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In a bird a man flies, A cartographer of endless sky. In a man a bird spies, A topographer of his ascending life. In a mind the ink dries, A calligrapher of hidden lies.
#adventchallenge Eat more veg. Spend lots less. Take up a sport. Spread more happiness. Tidy your room. Work harder at school. Put in more effort. Act less like a fool. Less ready meals.
I come in peace and i mean you no harm My old friend sleep trying to use its charm But I'm not really listening to its tales of dreams Over tiredness really does exist it seems Desperate for...
Wow, I did a lot of digging and found old paper where I wrote this poem when I was about 9 or 10 years old. #death #cutter. ---------------------------. A beating heart. A heart that beats.
Just two weeks more, my sweet,. Then our hands and lips will meet,. Actions born from words unsaid;. The whispers wrote whilst in bed,. Curled with the duvet, encased,. Imagining your sweet embrace -.
A human heart is a fragile thing, It can tick in rhyme with time. With time it can learn to love, A sweetheart that can stop time with one touch.
Eyes that are piercing, why do you look at me. Even in the shadows I feel them linger, Lips as they brush off me, bring shivers.
My name is Bling. Just Bling. Any questions. Well good. I was in the Rockerz band for more than one year, you know. But most shining, happy endings start out...well...not as bright, if you ask me.
Oh my goodness, I am so embarrassed about this one. I don't know why. Here goes: I'm staring at this blank page, I'm staring back at me, It's begging me to fill it, To set my feelings free.
#firstOpuss (this was my first Opuss, posted around 8 months ago) Midday moon, A stranger in your own home. The uninvited guest. Mammothly insignificant, Yet strangely unavoidable. Midday moon.
Being a sour puss is tired, sweet is in it's mode. Sours been retired, for the feeling expires , with willful fires. That I ignite with shined , pressurized burning desire.
I always seem to write about I hate me etc so here at 10 positive things that I like about me... :s Firstly I am as tall as a tree There isn't a chance you're taller than me.
You and I, Two of a, Kind, Bogged down by, The daily stress, And grind, Your heart is, Kind but yet, It's broken, From neglect, And harsh words, Spoken, It needs time, To heal and, Mend, If you...
This isn't Instagram. This ain't your twitter feed. Looking for a Facebook fix. Then this ain't what you need. Sure we like a quote or two, But millions. No thanks.
I was never good at much With my words People I could touch It is my only gift My words can be Happy and emotive My mind and hand Are as one Towards the world of words I ran Opuss was the...
The 8 months of Opuss, We're truly a delight. Since I started with my first opuss so much had come and gone. I thank you all, So truly, if you weren't there, we would have all fallen and lost.
If I was an ear, I would listen to you all day, Listen to your sweet sweet way. If I was a heart, I would love you with all strength, Like I do everyday.
A happy post from me you need. Too many posts of sad I concede. So here's a poem full of sun and no rain. A happy post from the depths of my brain. Lots of smiles and no crying here.
Opuss is dead; long live Opuss. A transitional time creating a fuss. The old are not out but the new are now in. The war of the words is a fight we can't win.
"Beautiful Words" On a black screen, There's infinite reasons, Of what these words mean. "Beautiful Words" Describing the lovely, Embracing the beautiful. But also the ugly.
A bumpy road still travels, Like a ball of yarn unravels, To snake across our hearts, From wherever we lie apart, Like a kitten I toss it in the air, And think of words to say I care, While miles...
Show your love. Reel me in. Don't make it end. Let it begin. Pick me up. Throw me away. Just like trash. But it's okay. It strangles me. Your golden hair. I cannot breathe. I get no air.
#adventchallenge As I trace the contours of your face So divine My love I waste Angelic are your looks, cruel is your tongue Venomous I thought you were 'The one' I seal a kiss on your angel...
My minds been blank all day, I really don't have anything to say. Sitting here trying to write something, I'd be happy if I could write anything.