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Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad. Her only friend was a writing pad. She was just a girl with some beautiful curls wishing for a better world.
I'm mummy, mum, sweetheart and honey. I'm the one who cooks tea and handles the money. Im the runner, the cyclist the shopper extraordinaire. The woman with straight teeth and long lush hair.
You know, I sometimes feel myself falling deeper and deeper in to this deep dark hole, i feel nothing i do will help me find the way out, it's almost like I'm suppose to stay in the dark and all...
So much nonsense fills my head stressed by minor details, tricked that they are more significant, I lost for a moment there my certainty that I had grown used to, all has settled and returned now but...
So today I move back home after 3 years of university. So many times I thought I would never make it to this point but here I am. I find myself overcome with so many emotions.
Is your heart too open Too vulnerable, easily broken. With gaffer tape do you wish You could tape up all that mess. With sticks and glue Could you build it brand new.
We're only young and naive still. We require certain skills. The mood it changes like the wind. Hard to control when it begins. The bittersweet between my teeth. Trying to find the in-betweens.
Setting pen on paper , It relieves so much. You just lose yourself. The moment the pen delicately hits the page , the ink splashes down the stories come out.
Take me away to where the grass is green. I'm stuck in a black and white movie, I need a change of scene. I've been to many perplexing places. I've seen a hundred seasons and a million faces.
A red river of screams, I'm bursting at the seams, Black stars in my blue skies, I've said my goodbyes, Lost and away, Gone from today.
Up high in the sky my happy kite flies. Soaring in the wind. Glidding like a sail. Twisting and twiwrling it never ends. Oh how lucky my kite is. Somedays I wish that I could be him. Free in the sky.
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.
Imagine trying to learn a game, The gentleman's Tennis maybe. Or Polo just as same. Let's try to try our minds, Get an IQ test , or dare to be the best.
I see you hiding beneath your hair, You try to act like you don't care, But I see through that dark vale, Your eyes limp, inspiration stale, You need something to light that spark, A song in the...
No time to fret, The spotlight is set, Every eye on you, Watching what you do, You have no flaw, Leaving them in awe, You are the main attraction, Doing all the action, Perfect, None suspect, You...
Footprints lead the way, Following me through the day... I look back and there they are Telling me I haven't gone far. But why'd I want to go. When the beauty heals my woe. I'll return when I am...
Little bird, what do you crave. Do you wish to see my grave. I'll show you my death if you want. As I layd dying in a colorful pond. Has your little head spun loose, In my luck, making me your muse.
Tonight her head is rushing For empty miles she'll walk Her fruitless search for solace The backstreets an endless catwalk Some human company- a gentle touch Is perhaps all that she needs.
One life One chance So little time to use it Love be happy really no need to fuel the fire Love all the happy moments they don't last forever Relax love life and you will never ever...
A person on a quest for truth, On a quest for realisation. Started ever since he was a youth, Discover more about his nation. Discover more about himself. How do you find out about yourself.
N ew beginnings E racing the past W ith optimistic visions of the the future B egin again E rase the lifetimes pain G ripping life by the handle bars I nventing myself again N ot losing myself...
Time for me to be me Time for a new beginning because I know in the end I'll be winning.
I have 200 followers now. Not that I care, but you guys keep me going so I do care. I joined Opuss with the intentions of wondering what it was and that I could read cool stuff.
I used to think that losing yourself when you love someone was a bad thing, as if my whole existence was meaningless and my purpose somehow void... but, I've come to realise this is not the case.