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The dread writers block isn't something I suffer But it serves a purpose, it acts as a buffer For if your ideas are not quite so assured A chip off the block, and Hey Presto, you're cured.
[S] o I guess it's time to tell you, why I'm here and why I wrote this. [E] xactly three months ago, I made a demon deal with opuss. [C] reating beatiful words, in exchange for all your souls.
I know I said I'd do something special for my 200th post but really I'm not sure what to do.
#sundayrepost An eye for an eye No, it sounds too vulgar This is not the way I choose To ensnare an abundance of Opussian followers Maybe if I tell them I'm a multimillionaire Haha would work...
A New Beginning Hey peeps, I know that you don't know me, and that you may not read this first but this is my first opuss. I suppose it's my directive, what I plan on doing with this whole thing.
Hello again, and today is Monday, February 25, 2013. Thanks for all the support for my last Opuss, I really appreciate it.
This is my 700th post. (Well I've actually done a lot more) But I've started to slowly delete Those that I really don't score.
I write because i must. When words are written, they cannot be unwritten. When words are said, they cannot be unsaid.
To celebrate a milestone. Seems quite the thing to do. And why not, it's rather special. To have penned a hundred or two. But then there is the difficult choice. What to write to make your mark.
#acrostic D on't think you've beaten us E ven though the going's slow M y entry's in, with others I 'm at the free bar, don't you know.
Should I make a competition, Or should I maybe not. Would anyone even enter Or let them show me what they've got. I already have some ideas And I'm a fair and decent judge. But would it work for me.
WORDSuponTHEpage They've been written there For an AGE They s p r e a d out for you to see They are there for you and me Words written down for you With the words, what do you do. Read....
I shall tell you a short story, A story that is short, A brief moment of wonder, A single amazing thought. A story so short, In a life so long, But are they forgotten.
Be their nothing today I wish to share I still engage my mind to think and write, Maybe my work is nothing to compare, But still I sit and type to you this night.
I welcome you and all you say Even when it's not going my way I want to see it through your eyes So go ahead and criticise Tell me where I have gone wrong. Point out where I've gone on too long.
The Opuss Effect is setting on in; Once again I find within My internal narrative is nattering in verse, I thought 'It ain't that bad, it could be worse.' Yet the rhyming and timing grew frantic and...
#fillintheblank There once was a man named Jack. Jack really loved to hack. One not so average day, however, Jack had a nasty run in with an app. This experience forever changed Jack's life.
Wrote a poem It was brand new Wrote a poem Just for you Filled with everything that's happened Between me and you All the things you've said And all the things you do I wrote this poem I wrote it...
Alliteration suicide, Murder of the pun, Anagram overload, Punctuation's done. Paradox beheaded, Plot got the noose, Verbs used poison Nouns went capoos.
People who were reading take me with you a few weeks ago were sad to hear that I wasn't going to carry on with it. But @were and @jesusfreak7 have convinced me to carry on with it.
Don't you want me to tell the, Acrostic topic right now. Really surprised that me, Klaire, got the acrostic;somehow. So here comes the word, Easy. Maybe. Or difficult. Could you do the acrostic.
#iblamewifi I'd just like to make sure anybody who as ever reposted my work and I haven't thanked them, knows that I am always grateful.
By Miscellaneous Good Evening, fellow Opussians, unless you are in a different time zone, and it good be Good Morning, or even Good Night, or, Sorry To Wake You Up At Such An Early Hour, But I Want...
By Miscellaneous Hello, fellow Oppusians. Now's *read title here* !. Don't you feel as if a weight is dropping from you already. I know how you feel...