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I bought a peacock shirt Blue and red and gold To wear on foreign beaches And when the day grows old Strolling about town Harbour to tiki bar In my dazzling peacock shirt The dandy from afar I...
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I bought a peacock shirt Blue and red and gold To wear on foreign beaches And when the day grows old Strolling about town Harbour to tiki bar In my dazzling peacock shirt The dandy from afar I...
I love to bop to cheesy pop. I can't just prance and dance. I have to sing along to a cheesetastic song. I dance around to the boppy sound. Thinking this is fun.
here. i stand in a maze,. but i've said those words to many times to say it all again. and so i'll start. I'll turn away my gaze. to stare at a red rose; it's still closed I watch life turn the page.
Opuss is new to me, I believe it sets me free. You can write with love, You can write with hate. You can write to explain what you thought of a date.
I have posted many post, and I have used most of my Energy, Love, Anger, Fear, Sadness and versatility, but yet I'm struggling to identify myself with this years post: ILIVEFORYOU!!.
I raise the pen to paper; I set the switch to on In my mind my thoughts are churning; I can feel deep emotion It's twelve o'clock at night, the lights have all been hushed Outside my world is quiet,...
I went on a bit of a spree. Looking for things to buy for me. I needed a dress, underwear too. But shopping always leaves me blue. The ever so helpful staff. In a shop?...don't make me laugh.
It's like...
I don't write for you I don't write to make you like me I don't write to make you hate me Or to boost or batter myself over your reviews I don't write so you'll think I'm wise or deep Edgy or "emo"...
I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself. A palette of words to paint a thought. A feast for your palate adventures have brought. To have you cry with me. Or share in my laughter.
It sounds great that we have like a huge diary in which we opussies jot down whatever crosses our mind freely and heartily .
I've been wondering why Opuss hasn't been more popular with people.
Opuss is somewhere we can say things without worrying about consequences and where we can share something that might not be accepted by the outer society.
I prefer to use Opuss as a medium to express my inner thought to the outer world. Which mean, no close friends or family are allowed to be followed or follow.
Words never describe the true dept of what you mean, that's why we have actions.
I have this need to write, even though I rarely have a reason to write, or anything to write of. Just the need.
@Lyceumo asked whether we write for ourselves or for an audience. I agree with @KT77 , in that both are motivations. I write because I enjoy the creation of texts and I do pain over them.
“Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means you're standing alone.” — Unknown.
The other day I was at a 'Writer's Workshop' with only 3 others and people from different schools.One of the tasks we were set was to write a poem about a memory of a person or moment or place which...
Listen!!!. No one hears me.... Hello. If I hear you, you should hear me. Shut up!!!!!. Just for a minute stop talking please..
Some use opuss as: facebook status updates trying to put it into a story. real writing where you publish without a snooty publisher. quotes and jokes because your just bored.
Real words of graffiti on the walls. Leaves don't blow, ppl don't move. The street lights drip from top to bottom. When the purple rain falls. Graff graff, graffiti on the walls.