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Where sour feelings recover Where happiness is a dear lover Where mini-battles occur Where a family is for sure Where a safe-haven lays Where pain is a small phase Where love can be easily...
I know there's never time,. A television in black and white,. Where the colors run and hide,. Separated not hated,. We live our daily lives,. But in our hearts it resides,. I know there's never time,.
Swooping through the empty night, Sole survivor, Fate decider. Winning even without a fight, He's the strongest, Lasts for longest. Flying away from morning light, Cave dweller, No-tale teller.
If I were a owl, I would hunt and fly at night, If I were a mouse, I'd keep out of sight. If I were a fox, I would kill some birds, If I were a chicken, I wouldn't say a word.
I've nothin to say. I'm lost for words. I think I will wait. For the singing of birds. For they are my key. My shadow of light. They inspire my opuss. So I get it right. So I'll bid you farewell.
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights.
Jesus was never a carpenter, for Jesus was never born. Just a vessel of herd conformity, To ensure that sheep are shorn. Jesus was never my saviour, common sense knows I wasn't there.
I want to be like Mary Poppins, Practically perfect in every way, I'd have a cool umbrella to lift me up, up and away. And in my magic handbag, I could carry EVERYTHING around.
Wishes, wishes, in a dream Are they really meant for me. Wishes, wishes, in the well Are your endings truly swell. Wishes, wishes, in the sky Will you promise to be mine.
Tender love and care, What a strange thing. It's beautiful and sweet, Makes you want to sing. TLC, no one knows. The beauty is blinding, It's there in everyone, Just sometimes hiding.
There's a sweet little symbol. At Opuss's core. It's on every post. And it always gives more. It's small and it's pewter. But it can be made yellow. So brilliantly simple. Yet warming and mellow.
The is room full of words, How did it get this way. Painted white, with words of night, Creating chaos where they lay. The paint has splattered the floor And the pen still roles around.
This is some oppressive heat. I swear I've got two swollen feet. There isn't even any breeze. No chance this nasty warmth will ease. But it's summer, I hear you say. Fine if you're at home all day.
Youngwritershousehold winners are……… Third place goes to @Georgiastar with Nightmares Second place goes to •@mpalister with nightmares •@hiddenartist with Nightmares… And first...
Trust was kind,. When a little young kid,. Saw just one face,. While the other one hid,. Trust knew Nice,. Or so it seemed,. But put his trust,. Into a fiend,. Nice was not,. With thought out guise,.
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My partner is jealous. Sad but true. It's an app that makes. Him feel blue. Every time he hears. My iPhone meow. He looks over. And gives me a scowl. Sneaking around. Like an illicit affair.
A little ditty. As y'all say. I've written this one. To brighten our Opussian day:. Joy may not be easily found. But come and look around. You've got a family here. Who holds you near and dear.
A smile brightens a darkened room. A smile converts an air of gloom. A smile is the gate to a happy mind. A smile is a treasure all must find. A smile is so needed at this time of strife.
It's a vicious cycle, one that has no end. I rhyme and rhyme and rhyme... Till fate will finally send. I need to get it down, before it fills my head. Every paper must have words. All ink must be...
I've noticed a few flaws, Within a certain book... And it's made me wonder What other nonsense's been took. You preach about one thing, But then you do another... Is this all just a facade.
[Words that lack structure, errant thoughts from my head.]. Soft breeze, blazing sun. A distant horizon, buildings merging into one.
We have good days and bad. Happy moments and sad. Some writes are done to vent. Others are letters left unsent. Sometimes we do it after drinking a sup. Or if a fellow Opussian needs cheering up.
I have a little cousin, as cute as can be. I love her with all my heart even though she drives me crazy. Such a cheerful little girl, I've never seen her frown.