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I have been searching through the huge variety of Opusses on this amazing app and found a recurring pattern (Or something like that, can't remember the word).
A loss is felt today. Someone's been made to pay. Don't ring any bells. Just say your farewells. And get back to the Opussian way. There'll be some bumps and jerks. But we're left with original works.
I love Opuss, I really really do, I love the chance to share my words, with all of you I know there's been some rubbish, I know there's been some crap, but I never want to see the end, of this...
Happy times Understanding times Never alone times Dreamy times Excellent times Radiant times Ending times Daring times Aggresive times Naughty times Doubtful times Funky times Impressive...
I have been on opuss for over a month now and have received nothing but praise (for which I am so thankful).
Opuss is seeming slow today I'm confused as to why It's Monday Funday, where are you all You never said goodbye. Where have all the opussians gone. Why is it so quiet Is it because your all at work.
Some days Mr Opuss feed is bleak and empty, Other days it's comments a plenty. Likes fill me up with a warm kind of glow. And as a writer allows me to grow.
I want to write a story. So I sit down with my phone. I'm trying my very hardest. But ideas just won't flow. I know that when I'm started. Ideas will come with ease. But 'till inspiration hits me.
Been away for a while hope I was missed. Hope I didn't drop off anybody's follow list. Missed you great people and my special groupie girls. Missed my BFF sienna who's so supportive of my work.
Ok, Lets grow up, Be serious For a moment And let's just Forget The hate and Bitching, I'm tired of it.
Perhaps I've missed something, Where is the mistress of the King. I'm saddened, Truly also a little maddened, I don't see the point, Have we all been smoking a joint. Beautiful words.
Opuss you are charged with a serious crime You are accused of causing insomnia this time When I should be fast asleep in my bed I am rhyme rhyme rhyming in my head No longer can I turn over when I...
My name is Shakespeare, William. I owned a feather quill, I am. The writer most familiar to you. My way with words amazes me. Came up with so many phrases me. That still the number dazes me too.
Over 300 followers, never more than 30+ likes. I thank those of you who are bothered, To like the stuff that I write. But I doubt now the legitimacy, of all but a few.
Wow. Got a surprise today. Heard about some crazy psycho people, and thought I'd write a poem about it. So I did. Wrote a really disturbing poem about some really sick people.
A is for Aleisha, my mistress and Queen Bee B can be for Bryan Heap, which leads us on to C C of course for Cinders, beauteous red haired muse D is for Delilah and her serial killer ruse E then is...
Just a quick note to everybody,I am on holiday for a week from tomorrow so won't be writing much for a while,still be checking in though,can't get enough.
Far too busy and I miss writing these bits. Why don't I have the time to make up these hits. I need to relax and chill, find a release. Write something nonsense, my poor brain to appease.
Ok I wanted to write a blog but everytime I start to write one it turns into a poem. Just can't help myself.
Riddle me this Riddle me that Who does love This little noisy cat. Wrapped in black Buttons on the screen Your the puss That makes my face gleam.
Thank you all of you 56 followers. Thank you all for liking and reading my writing.
As my story, Stan, begins to come to an end, it feels like something inside me is dying. For the past month I have enjoyed writing it, and reading the comments left.
I'll ask the question, Why leelee, Does your profile pic, Have a death star tree. Your clever twists, And such wise words, Make us follow you, In greater herds.
Dear Opuss I have no time to stop and play, pesky deadlines - go away. I'm try my best to draft a line, It won't be great, it will be mine.