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Painting my heart, Colours of the rainbow, Whenever you are here, All the colours glow. Red for fiery passion, Love, anger and fire, Red for what you yearn for most, Your fiercest desires.
The moon brightens the night as a nightlight, white as snow on a good night. Goodnight, we say to the world, but how many of us are good in this world.
This is written by a teenage girl who is soon to leave the world due to cancer. As her dying wish she wants as many people as possible to live their lives to the fullest since she never will...
Stitching up a broken heart, A trade, a cult, a work of art, A skill, perfected, takes its time, To tack a thread through the fault line.
Inspired by Kim's 'Time Of Our Lives?' We all want a little heart, A happy end, a happy start. With time to think and time to grow, And time to work out what we know.
When I write. It doesn't come as freely. As I would like. My mind is at war. and Its for freedom I fight. An abundance of words. For my deliverance in verse. Within my mind. I acquire to find.
Like if you like Don't if you don't The simplest of choices You will or you won't Poems or stories Or something to sing A host of one-liners If climbing's your thing Personally I like Pieces that...
One more candle to the cake. One more year I've been awake. One more sunrise in the sky. Time has run and learned to fly. Blink of eyelids, decades gone.
If I had to be a fruit, A pomegranate would be me, I'd grow in the sun, and have some fun, On a small, bush-like tree.
Infinite nothingness Complete obscurity We pale in significance When choosing conformity Following trends A fashion obsession Afraid to be different Of change or invention We watch the same tv We...
@sjw Don't think you can threaten me with Bob I deal with him every day in my job.
It's that time, again, That I must try, To force some shut, Into my eye. I won't succeed, But try, I will, I'll lie, dust dead, And stony still.
I have enough on my mind. So take your fingers out my head. I'll drink your awful red wine. And then I'll drag myself to bed. Don't pick the sleep from my eyes. I don't want to wake.
Oh Opuss, little kitty, How you've grown up. How's it going, what's hanging, so, what's been up. You've found some new friends, while I've been away, it's great to see they've got more time to play.
Much to my dismay I find I won't be writing much today. So many things to do and say. I've just had a really bad day. I really can't think. My mind's on the blink. And my writing's beginning to stink.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you. The roses are wilting, The violets are dead, The sugar bowl is empty, Just like your head.
The sun in the day, The stars in the night, The sun and it's fame, The stars and it's sight. So which one will win, Only time will tell, So open the tin, And go on and sell.
This isn't Facebook Instagram or twitter, This is Opuss not a status updater.
Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and savour each of everyday.
I can't write anymore, Steams coming from my ears, My brain is in a war, And the opponent's near.
Imperfection, Pervades our every thought. Complexion, Beauty is always sought. Affection, Travels only to the skin. Infection, Damaged looks seen as your sin. Injection, Creates a falsified you.
Pure like the breeze. That softly blows the trees. Simple and unaffected yet. By anyone's beliefs. Pure like the water. That cascades from mountain streams. A natural ability.
In my soul there's a grain of sand Satan wont ever see. Be the way you want to be when you know the whole world can see, agree to react unviolently go quietly and listen out for the sound of humility.
There is so much poetry running through my veins screaming for attention exclaiming, write me write me write me down.