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So it's been decided By the voices in my head Well keep this comp on going Until tomorrow night at ten So keep on your writing Try something strange, I implore Or else you'll be hearing me Knock on...
(It's been awhile, I must say) _______________________ Slipping, sliding, falling in a state of grace. Green eyes, best memories, worst nights. Trying to forget that pretty face.
Words tumble from behind clenched teeth as orgasmic pulses flow from my feet, exacerbating ecstasy drenched eyes.
My eyes fall asleep. But my hands still scribble. Filling your feed. With my sleepy drivel. I write it then post. Thoughts pulled from my head. Try not to regret. The words that I said.
Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber. When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion.
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Red yellow blue mold I feel rare, feel sandwich, crusts and all Salad side and onion rings, my heart My heart, my heart is Spiralling Ha.
Misty mornings. Cool beds. Lemonade drinks. And blonde heads. Blues and greens. Things i mean. Angels jeans. And brushing my teeth. Mysteries. Stormy nights. Fires glow. And city lights.
It's strange when you go outside . . . And it's suddenly night. When you haven't experienced the transition from day. Makes me feel guilty. Only for a second though.
Ahh. Bath. Better, Hot as possible. Sunburn hot. Anaesthetic. Stay still, soap. Stay still. Don't you dare . . . Move. Not a millimetre. Not one. Not even the tiniest fraction of a millimetre.
It seems I'm at that point where everything needs an answer Why is the sky blue And why do we have cancer What is really real And what's all the fake s#!* Does anyone know Will they answer it Is...
Sometimes i like to just sit and think. Maybe under a tree with the cold chilly wind blowing through my hair, maybe on the ocean side beach warm sand mushed between my toes. Somewhere peaceful.
So many ideas, I'm bursting at the seams. My head is about to explode. So many ideas and so little time. What to write. What to write. Concentrate. Concentrate. CONCENTRATE!!. I just can't decide.
Lightning flashes thunder clashes itching rashes my brain crashes my life flashes in front of me; Im no longer free; Excuse me while a craft my crime; what I mean is draft my rhyme; a rift in time...
I swear I'm not drunk Ok Yes I am Staying out late Waiting on the fam' This be the worst post I ever did write All jacked up on vodka Tequila And sprite So yeah screw you spell check All Checking my...
Submerse me. (in droplets of rain) SHINE. (me) BRIGHTLY. Submerse me. (in droplets of pain) BLIND. (me) QUIETLY. Submerse me. (in droplets insane) MINDS. (fried) SILENTLY. Submerse me.
#100things 1. Parma violets (best sweets going) 2. Fliptz White chocolate fudge covered pretzels 3. Mixing an Earl Grey tea bag with an English breakfast :) 4. Writing songs 5.
#100things part one... 1. Doodling on the inside of my wardrobe door. 2. Reading. 3. Spending hours in the library. 4. Spending hours in the little book shop in town. 5. Singing (really badly.) 6.
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...
What the hell is going on I am sick to back teeth of it Everyone is pissing me off What the fuck is it all about Who says you can't do that Stop telling me what to do Your really getting up my...
I write this with honesty and with a head full those mad coffee thoughts which were promised to you but never came although if it's all the same I'd like to give them to you now on this page which...
Not sure if I'm coming or going, Or Going or coming, I seem to be here there and everywhere, And there, here and nowhere, There are lists for my plans, And I've planned to make lists, Then there's...
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...
I hate making you cry. salty tears from all your pores. your ears. your nose. your vagina. your asshole. your pores. it's so sad to see you drown yourself.