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I'm minorly obsessive I really love to write And if I've had a good idea Be it morning, noon or night I can't help it, out comes the pad Waiting for inspired ink To flow onto its blank white pages A...
A few #tshirt ideas: ------------------------ Creatified Wordification Since 2012 ------------------------ Some text. Some tweet. Some post. We write.
So many things to inspire So much to set me on fire Just the thought of the word Freeing the strapped wings of a bird Daily feelings that feed me While people plant seeds in me Songs to inspire...
The words they just spill out, From my mouth they seem to drip. If I stop, it builds up pressure, And it pushes through my lips. I can't help myself from saying it. It's not like I can turn it off.
Writing is my escape Safe haven Where I can be Who I want The real me And write the words I'll never speak Say what I really think And hope to reach Another who feels, thinks, The way I do.
When I write on Opuss, I write to be heard, Not to become first... Or second... Or third. Yes, that's a challenge, But not a single aim, It ruins every prospect, Of the word-fuelled game.
What did you say.
They say my faith is just a waste Not going to church leaves a bad taste They say I'm not a true child of God Looking at me with disapproving nods They say I need to read the book every...
Sometimes life can be a little bit grey, The same people having the same things to say, the same things happening in exactly the same way.
It doesn't matter how many followers we have. It doesn't matter what our rank is. It doesn't matter if we didn't get in the 'Opuss of the Day' section. It doesn't matter if we don't get all the likes.
I decided to stay I didn't want to go I feel apart of this family I enjoy it here u no!. I enjoy the poems The stories, the quotes Ask me or anyone They bring a lot of hope.
Strong language; You can die, and tear yourself apart anyday, I would hate to stand and watch. But you have things I don't, Just because, You chase to fit in and be usual.
We are all strangers Yet we all presume To share our art under A nom de plume. Don't confuse the reason We use an alibi I doubt for the most part It's because we are shy.
Don't fight your right to write. Copying stuff is so contrite. Writing from your soul. Should be your goal. I'm not one to moan. What you post..you own. A quote or joke. Does not give hope.
I sit for hours thinking, In an effort to find the words. I scour my soul for experience And bare it all for you.
Writing is best described As coming from the heart.
Say what you want to say. Be who you want to be. So much of what we write, Is a journey of discovery. The beauty of this medium, Is that there is no judge.
Today's a special day for me Its my two week Opuss-versary.
Did you know. Were you aware. Did you ever take The time to care. Did you wonder. Or show concern. Did you ever take The time to learn. Or think or pause Or take some time.
I'm sick of this mask I can't breathe under here My hearts beating too fast Claustrophobia brings tears I'm sick of this mask You cannot see me smile But underneath it lasts May just take it off a...
Okay today is happy Monday that's what they say, so I think I'll let my alter ego out to play Don't worry she's just like me, just a little bit less crazy and zaney Smiling laughing giggling like...
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
My poems are just doodlewords, They don't take long to write. I observe the world around me, By ear, by nose or sight. By then my brain has started, To note a line or two.
Just a little ditty to thank all of you. For all your comments and likes. It really is an inspiration. To be amongst such talent. Reading your work is a joy. As a closet writer for so long.