God Knows If This Will Work- An Idea
Opussia, I bring to you a concept which I cannot believe Struck me.
let's brew a night.
Opussia, I bring to you a concept which I cannot believe Struck me.
#acrostic Dear Ashley, Each day we speak..I smile . But it burns, beneath. Vast oceans of secret wishes...crying to the stars of yore..
Wind rustling, rustling. the moon shivering wet. These little crevices...of defence. Try to reach out..to me indeed. But I am obsoete. This is my land. I own ..it all. Try to run...soon ..to fall.
I was an angel of brilliance, Who dropped onto Earth. Forced to smile at pain, And burn each drop of rain. But somehow, a Guardian Angel found me, Secured, She flew with me.
It has, yes, it has... it was...where. green blood. No alien I am, Though strictly in my heart...Un-understood . Red blood there too... ohh...but the pain.
we wrote it then, why repost it again. then people of that time read it and maybe understood the rhyme, is the repost a beg for likes. we must read the old, not "repost" that which has been cold.
Im feelin better. My mind, like a sponge is a lot wetter. though the few days haven't been a ride the next couple will abide. The mind, though wet, is seeking doldrums.
Im unwell so have to get better. May not be posting much,probably gonna spend my days in a sweater. Will keep trying, to keep reading and Opussing, Don't worry. I'll soon heal my broken wing..
Yesterday, I lost my say in the turns and twists of my way, My thoughts lie scattered on my small tabletop, And the seconds keep passing without a pause on the clock.
You look so light, Yet gave me a fright. Fell from a sky, Consisting of the air in my room. Damn it looked so sad. Yet I'm not going mad.
The early sounds of morning light, Bit by tiny bit creep out of the night. To gaze and bid farewell of late To the Late Sir Misery of Dark.
Not many understand how it feels to be angry in your bones. To plunge your hands in the filth, and feel a sorrow when you see them.
The proof...the roof highest apocalypse. the truth...uncouth the silence's lowly pace , shimmering...what needs to be unsaid, undone ..
Each day we look at the world...don't we. If not carefully judging and quantifying , we try to change things.
So early it's dark, the time before dawn. Bells and cars are mellowed down, footsteps are as loud as a bark. Leaves crunching...oh yes. I hear it.
I have a new name. I don't seek fame. I am here to change the game. And add chaos to the same. My name is 1 no simple pun. My name is 1 if of soft heart please run.
I don't know..I just don't know..whether I should try to be more or so, to like every human in the midst of a forest, jungles filled witgh rain..
We fight, everday of our lives, don't we, Lenore. We scream and tear and bite, arguments blocking out thunder. Yet when the time comes to decide, I keep running to be by your side.
Ever felt like the light is too bright, a happiness so filling you beg for it to stop. An inception of evils' demise that saddens your heart, A world peace that tears your heart.
"You are stronger than it seems, smarter than you think and can go farther than you believe" -Winnie the Pooh.
First, I cursed. Second, i immersed myself in deep trodden wins. i swam without fins, knit witghout pins. still, I kept gettingbnhuge internet bills will i ever jump out of my window sill.
#acrostic D ESTROY. KILL. I incnerate all evidence of innocence or truth. A sh, in the end, through fire and flame. M eer heroism isn't enough to win my game..
#hugtime @sarahgamal and anyone else We dont always feel secure... not always does it look like we can endure.
I'll get quick to the chase. At third place is @leelee101 with his incredibly creative attempts. Second place goes to @hingaling for his 'Poo Sticks'. First place to @jackalice for the beautiful poem.
Ghe day have been enough, empty yet stretching on... Pushing me to do...something rough. Tough. Actually prove that I'm worthy of stuff. But this...this isn't right at all..
Soon will come the night, Don't forget to turn on the light,.
#acrostic For today's challenge I had thought of an acrostic with anythin to do with the story of how a very cross (pissed off) stick deals with his or her day.
stand by time, break the rhyme, love a metallic dime, go by the big people's chime. squeeze the world out like a lime, empty it and cross the line.
I like being here on Opussia, and like having won my first challenge, It is fun, to write a poem in the flow, "constant overflow of powerful emotions" indeed.
you...want me to leave. for real. is that what you want me to believe. please...trust me. it isn't , your pain, gonna relieve.
someday I'll find it all.. a beautiful adventure where the sun sets on an island with just her with me... someday I'll fin her, a soul mate falling from the sky..
There are some people, maybe many , who you love to the world. and they come to you, when you need them to. They guide me through the night, hold the string, when I'm the kite.
I have...an idea. All of us, come together to contribute one line. one line that define us best.
#acrostic #freeverse F ear clouds my every sense, people tell me that A perfect way to live, is listen to T hem right , true ways.
#myfavouriterepost Remember everything you did right. All the beautiful things, that make you happy to have the gift of sight.
I fear the dead, but pity the living for in their mortal toils and stumbles and falls, the unbearable pain and the happiness that foils whenever destiny's adventure calls.
carry on infinity a perfection unheard. i wish for you to carry on until you reach unity. one time, to breathe and speak. one little love is all i need.
I have entered a world of ebony and ivory. ying and yang swirling, whirling past every action that any consummate identity would seek to understand.
im crappy, im sappy, im happy..
im crappy, im sappy, im happy..