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The gentle drip drip, Running down every drain. The heavy pound pound, Cascading, thick rain. The sad splash splash, Unwanted tears of disdain. The merry pitter patter, Someone's sentimental gain.
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The gentle drip drip, Running down every drain. The heavy pound pound, Cascading, thick rain. The sad splash splash, Unwanted tears of disdain. The merry pitter patter, Someone's sentimental gain.
If you shall unfold your lids at the Break of dawn, awakened by my stillness; And when the coldness of early morn Seem to reach the core of your Searching and solitary soul, Finding not even a...
To the poet words are more akin to blood, For without them he cannot become the man he should.
A friend knows when your happy, A friend knows when sad, A friend knows when you miserable, A friend knows when you glad.
Afternoon done end of the sun. Time for evenings magic to be spun. The blue of the day has gone away. Claret and purple are holding sway. Warm and swollen the start of the night.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ever since you went away The days go slowly by, And the hardest thing to cope with Is never knowing why...
Burn up into flames. Wither to ash. Because of pain. From a long ago past. Started with betrayal. At my small age of 4. I didn't know then. Pain pounded on my door. At age 7,. We all moved.
Curling tentacles of lashing scarlet flame crackle in the searing fire. smoke twists in choking clouds into the chilly ink black night.
There's an imposter in my kitchen Waiting to be devoured, It's presence more unsettling After each golden hour, Cloaked in a lattice Of dishonour and deceit Smiling oh so sweetly In a manner quite...
I've said this once. Now I'm saying it twice. That you guys on here. Are all so nice. You are supportive. All so great. Your writings fantastic. Your poems and character traits.
No why's. No lies. No cries. We tried. You lied. I hide. You take. You fake. I hate. I'm numb. I'm stunned. I'm done. So wrong. For long. All gone. I seethe. Can't breathe. You leave. I choke.
I watch you climb Want to be at your side I'm so glad for you I shan't worry you with these feelings of mine I'm so happy Just for you But I can't ignore That inside, I'm feeling blue I support you...
The sunshine, Bright and warm, Keeps you safe, Away from harm. Friends, Kind and good, Will care for you, As good friends should. Family, Funny and great, And loving you for you, Is their best trait.
The bell rings and Anna sings; She sings of the life of clouds And the span of conception Distilled in the tears of God.
Clouds of ice and blazing skies, And petrified onlooking eyes, Cold sunsets paint the final night, Across the lands that glowed with light.
Thick, thin. Pencil, pen. Art is so boring. We've yet to begin. No pictures to be drawn. No photos to be taken. It's left us all. Rather shaken. Taking notes. On different subjects of art.
Finally You gave me The goodbye We should have Had the First time round, The night I Was owed, Our one For the road, To keep us both Going, through Whatever life May bring, Until the world Gives you...
Summer will soon be yesterday. Autumn knocks at our door. The finery of the summer bloom. Will be a fading memory. The nights begin to draw in. Closing summers curtains. To make way for autumnal joy.
Clouds of sighs and longings; Rainfall of misery. Lightning of restlessness; Rumbling thunder of fears. Stream of solemn dreams; Mount of complexities.
Floating leaves of purple and green, Resting upon the silent stream. Moonlight kisses own reflection, Beaming virtual separation. Silk satin threads cover the chest, With hues of grayish sentiments.
Close your eyes one final time, And take your final breath, I'll meet you on the other side, Now sink into your death.
Another moon has passed, And shed its many lights. Here's to another 30 days Of amazing Opuss writes. We have stories and poems, And many laughs to come.
Watch me crawl. Watch me walk. Watch me run. Very little I'll talk. Watch me think. Watch me question. Watch me discover. A new obsession. Watch me read. Watch me speak. Watch me comprehend.
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...