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#acrostic. #fictional. Hanging on by a thread of hope,. Each fibre of my heart tore with the words you spoke,. Artfully pained by the break of the heart, you're.
I can't stop sneezing, My nose drips like a tap, My head is aching, I'm feeling pretty crap. My body is tired, Eyes stinging in my head, It's only a cold but I'm wishing I were dead.
The sun is shining the sky is blue, I find my thoughts turning towards you. Your warming embrace, Where the sun's kiss then trace. Soothing breaths blown on my skin, how they tantalise and pull me in.
Well it's night now and as my vision starts to fade. I thought I might bring up my final thoughts I want to say. I'm laying in bed thinking as I certainly tend to do.
Warning- eating disorder post *** She had an illness, deep in her head; Poor sweet little girl, wishing to be dead She had some swarms of demons, whispering in her brain; Screeching vicious voices,...
Daisies fall As winter stole summers thrill. Long nights Of missing your perfect will. Morning light As the story grows ever old. Icy heart Your voice everlasting cold.
I'm writing this in a bathtub in a plain green notebook crying.
Opuss beta I haven't tried. Because of my iThing. I test it now, to know it works. So that to others, bring. These wonderful words. They should be free. For every one to see.
Innocent, lovable little thing, Oh the joy that you can bring, Forever you're the sign of spring, Frolicking in your dancing ring.
H ip, hip hurray, A t last, I'm happy again. P essimism has gone away, I P lead to happiness, won't you stay. Y esterday was yesterday. I guess today will be today.
So I tried ... Yep, "tried" to get a song and change the lyrics to it. I've seen it done before and decided to give it a go. Gosh, it is hard!. Well with this song ... Or maybe for me.
Some people on Opus don't seem to have much to do. They always appear to be on here with likes and reposts to accrue. Every time I'm go on there are all my favourites busy posting with aplomb.
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At noon tonight. An old moon will rise. Among a million sighs. Blue bats will fly. In a lightening sky. Tall tales told by trees. Just before they freeze. A chilling tune. For its cold at noon.
Can't originality be accepted. Can't segregation be rejected. Can't oppression be deflected. Can't our causes be directed. Can't this hate remain subjected. Can't a cure just be injected.
In English class, we're learning poems and 'all about them'.
I wish I was a butterfly. As graceful as can be. I wish I was a killer whale. I'd own the deep blue sea. I wish I was a Tamarin. Swinging tree to tree. I wish I was a crocodile.
Ode to those with a heart of gold Ode to those both young and old Ode to those who are fighting in war This is what god made us for Ode to those who have broken hearts Ode to those who have fallen...
#acrosticchallenge. #diamonds. Darting colours around the room,. Iridescent rainbows cut through,. A rainbow of colour streaks my wall,. Mesmerising its captor a complete enthral, it has an,.
Looks can be deceiving And very misleading Hearts can find love Floating like a dove Eyes can see afar Making a wish upon a star Ears can sense any sound Following noise around A touch cause us...
#justabitoffun *swearing Ya gonna hurt me.
Piece of paper, pen in hand. Why the words won't come I can't understand. Concentrate. Concentrate. It all just slips my mind. Inspiration why are you so hard to find. My brain's on the blink.
Love is slowest of all motions. But the emotion is fast acting like a thermite explosion. Just as fast as a potent potion mixed from a lovers love felt devotion.
Knees tremble, eyes run, Stomach aches, it's just begun. Walk the boards, take the stage, Room is blurry, lost my page.