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The walls are paved with Kendal mint, The cobwebs, pumpkin spice, All the lanterns run on treacle fuel, Stoked sweet with sugar mice.
I'd love to live in your world, If only for a day, It must be more colourful than mine, From the wonderful things you say.
Welcome to Opuss, A world of all words, Where stories and shout, Poems sing like birds. The inhabitants, Are odd little things, They care for words, Not jewellery or rings.
There is a little piglet, That lives in my bedroom, It's very small and very pink, All round like a balloon, It likes to dance across the floor, And tip toe round the bed, It wears a tiny black top...
I'm not a psycho I'm just creative I see what others have neglected You see a pencil I see a weapon I see a story I start creating...
I slip into this world When the real one gets to be too much It's a place where dreams unfurl You can swim through the air And there are fairies and such You can dance in a sea of green You can...
I remember a time when I felt so alone. When I had not a place to call my own. It was that time when I had to escape. I had to go my own way. I found that I could get lost. In the depths of my mind.
Straight ram, no juice,. My brain, partly confused,. Lungs so loose,. Looking down to my shoes,. Free the laces and let loose,. Start the music,. Imagine the fast flight,. Past the moon,.
I can't sleep tonight, I'm afraid to turn out the light, I think I'll hide under my covers, I'll stay out of sight There's a shadow on my wall, I'm hearing strange noises, The monsters are coming..
Down the rabbit hole. Is a world quite impossible. That forgets all things sane. and anything normal or probable. Down the rabbit hole. Is a world full of wonder. With much more excitement.
#bored. I'm the best at air guitar, Ive managed to learn every chord. I often get it out, when I'm feeling quite bored. I can play any song and my guitar don't make a sound.
A fragile frame and rambunctious red hair. succulent skin and a stupefying stare. A tingling touch and a caring caress. Casually carefree and daintily dressed.
I have many wonderful stories to tell. Garnished with dandelion blossoms they are They come down around you like a waterfall.
I'm off on holiday, Don't know when I'll be home. Depends when I finish... This book that I own. There's a world to see, Other people to understand, The country. These pages.
Why are we all growing up so fast. We're still innocent and not ready for the trials and tribulations of life. It's all so complicated - why can't we stay little kids forever.
Have you ever wondered, what would our world be without our imaginations.
Shut your eyes into a world of dreams where everything is not always as it seems. Shut your eyes into pure fantasy away from the prison of reality.
Welcome to Opuss, Let words be your guide, For, now, this is the home, Where you'll come to reside.
I sit upon my throne of glass, Look across my land, The sea, the beaches, and the trees, The miles of stretching sand.
Birds, animals, and all the nature sounds surrounded Peter as he wandered through the forest. The music of the world washed over him as he enjoyed his walk.
You and me boy, We could orbit the sky. Hands together stretch far, Zooming way up high. Here's an idea, Let's aim for the sun. Linked together for eternity, Eternity's when we've won.
#youngwritersemotion #intrigue @Davedave16 What is that, You do say. My jolly old good man. Quite interesting, Insane at the least; Yet describe it you shan't.
'Look around, What do you see?' The madman, Asked me. 'I see a home, For the insane,' I replied, Not wanting to cause pain.
The first sign of madness Is voices in your head And not being able to differentiate From what it real or not there Ask any writer Where did this story come.