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Because I write so much, Opuss is my home. Everyday I'm on here, I live though not alone. All sorts of other creatures, roam this precious land. Under the colored sky, words spill from our hands.
No matter how Alone you feel The crescendos will still Rise to greet you. Off in the west Pure ethereal The Ships and Stars Wait to greet you.
I run alongside wolves today, I cling to fur and brawn. I cry alongside wolves at night, Our howling so forlorn. I track alongside wolves at dawn, Our paw prints in the snow.
Everyday I sit and stare. Watch as people walk by. They seem to not see me. And I wonder why. Mom and dad say peculiar. And strange. What do they mean. I'm older now and I finally understand.
Many things. Many places. Abundance of laughter. And familiar faces. Many hearts. Filled with love. Many have faith. From up above. Many are different. Many are kind. No matter who I've chosen to be.
We use the word home a bit too freely. So I ask myself where is my home really. Is it the house I grew up in, soon to be left behind. Or is it the one I'll move into when its my time.
I remember. A once upon a time. That ended happily. And in rhyme. I recall. The Opussian Tea Party. A true joy. For us all, so artsy. I'm always aware. Of your wondrous talents. The Opussian world.
Feeling kind of blue, I see you on the bed, Mother and my sister, Lying head-to-head. Enjoying time and laughing, Smiles and grins alight, Inside my chest my heart constricts: It suddenly feels tight.
You hold me close, Say my name, Press your lips upon my head.
Addicted. Now don't be absurd Love. Now that's a better word Sleepless. We do get up to a lot of things Hopeless. No, we all have hopes and dreams Crazy.
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.
This feeling Of being wanted Not being a burden Is a new land Never fit in No, not once Maybe that's why I write Especially in these past few months It's been rough For all of us There is no...
Thanks everyone this is by far the best social networking site I have been a member of.
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.
Where are you from. They ask, Where do you come from. Disinterested and polite Small talk to fill small gaps. But I stop. Phase out. They think me simple As my clouded eyes glaze Where am I from.
Don't be afraid. There's a place that was made. A place in our hearts. A place we can stay. A place with no fear. A place we can play. A place always near. A place that's ok. A place which is ours.
All the other girls, Spend hours on their curls, Talking about guys, Spreading twisted lies. And all the other boys, Treat the girls like toys, Expected to be a tool, Because its seen as cool.
Maybe for those of us without a home to point to, nomads, we use music. It anchors us the way a home town would.
Years ago, there was a little dog which didn't know who he was. He walked through the Forest and the Valley, the City and the Village. He asked all the other dogs, but they couldn't say him who he...