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Music in. The world out. Treated like a "rock star". And actually trying to sing. I feel like sleeping. But that just isn't happening. But this is what I enjoy. Writing on a napkin.
Sometimes saying what you need to or what to say can often be the hardest thing imaginable. We will sit for hours, possibly even days, going over and over things in our minds.
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.
Absorb the words.
Reacting on an emotion, And writing it on paper, Focusing on the moment, And ripping it apart, Studying thoughts in my head, For the words I once said, Finding the answer, In the deepest...
What should I write today. I have so much to say. Shall I write something clever and witty, or romantic and pretty. Or about the lovely month of May. When I write I feel as free as a bird.
You expect me to agree with your ways Though how I wish you'd be able to see That having an opinion is not unnatural That's life, and that's just me.
I love the magic of song and rhyme. It takes you through a journey of time. It can remind you of a place. Or of a knowing friendly face. A rhyme can bring so much. A song can deeply touch.
#youngwritershousehold Let out your emotions, Let yourself dream. Let in the weight of the world, Let yourself scream. The world comes tumbling down, Let yourself scream.
All of these unspoken words. Never pronounced, never heard. But to say them might mean rejection. So, I'll say them with careful selection...
I love to dance. And move around. I go in a trance. And leave the ground. I try everything. like that tribal thing. The strong drum beats. Make me stump my feet. I even dance to mozart.
I love to color my nails Every week I change the color to tell my tale Today am confused I don't know what to use Black is my favorite but I used it a lot Beige is not my color it just doesn't...
Once upon a time I was a musician. Not for anyone else, but just for myself. With drumsticks constantly in hand, my teachers would get annoyed.
I'm still here I guess... Hanging round uncertain in this place. I'm tired of hiding myself as if I am in some kind of disgrace. Recently I can't make a move or post anything without fear.
NORMALITY BE DAMNED. I'm sorry for my hair, Mum, I know you are ashamed, I know there is a hint, in you, That thinks you should be blamed.
I'm in such a good mood I feel like singing. Turn off your phones or they will be ringing. I will make you listen to me. I will sing so loud and clear. For all of you to hear.
The thing about Opuss that makes me smile the most, Is the fact that wherever I go there could be someone I know.
I'm fed up with some things. I do what I'm told. I experiment with colours. And look like I'm 12 years old. My hair is purple. My eyes are green. I smile a lot. And talk when no one's listening.
Sat tinkering away. On my keyboard I play. Making up tunes. As easy as playing in sand dunes. I think of a rhyme. And suddenly in no time. I'm singing along. I can't bite my tongue.
Composition of your arts The little pieces and parts Puzzle pieces fitting just so Just how you want them to go Shining armor, deadly fires Lightest honesty and deadly liars Adventure and...
I love to do impressions I do them all the time One minute I'm from 'Oop North' The next, I'm 'Southern Sublime' When I'm drunk, it has been said, I sound so terribly 'posh' But others say, that...
I'm just a writer, Expressing my thought. Writing down what's in mind. I'm just a singer, Expressing emotion. Singing whatever I find. I'm just an artist, Modeling my feelings. Trying to be kind.
Living on 'da edge', Bored of purple hair, So I thought if dye it turquoise, Give my mum a scare. It's turned the brightest colour, I've ever had so far... I admit it's scary...
#favouritethings I love writing. Being able to create a whole new world from the tip of my pen. I am limitless. I can do and write absolutely anything that i choose, and nobody can tell me otherwise.