I Am No More
For those who still care, I'm not worth it. All I do is have my chin down But pretend I don't see everyone notice.
there is something I have to do | i am the bridge across forever.
For those who still care, I'm not worth it. All I do is have my chin down But pretend I don't see everyone notice.
If you think I'm worth my words, Like the fairies of old. Trust me, I am not, Nor am I worth my rank.
Thank you all...for believing I'm worth your time..
I'm tired and exhausted. But have homework. So I stay awake, just close my eyes and medidate till 8 in the morning -Q.
Hello all ye lads, The cute ones, hot ones and all the other fabs. The time for playing is now over, And the same for the game is far too lame.
#smellody Dear Mr.Smelly, Your face is kinda swelly, Your voice sounds like Mr.Bean on your telly. So instead of wanting piss like you did in this Round number too ain't no diss so take the risk.
#smellody Oh my mate you just broke the limits And that calls for some special credits. Like all those funny higga words you debit You so said it Like a funkly little rebbit.
You come down Change the world as you do it. Fall from afar But so gently do it. When sad you wash my tears away And make me wet so noone knows I'm crying.
In reply to @smellyfingers #smellody Oh old little bloke-y You just need to give in. Because understanding the times is somewhere your mind can't fit in.
When viewing life through a watchglass Look at it with colours naught. Just those shimmering glimpses of truth Through thunderous drops of false.
I'm gonna sleep Hoping I get a sweet dream Where I'm very happy with no worry And all my regrets, I bury..
Came in Like a storm And made me fall. Head over heels. Called a name Like that of a doll, And can never seem To not know it all. You aren't good For me, Not bad either. What else but a hex.
The usual way of life for a high schooler, Is to choose an attitude common Encompassing all those things which the others may like And sticking with those friends for all time.
Hello everyone Good evening and here I am with a new idea it's basically to do with us writing articles without using the opposite of the title in it. Like eg.
"When tired beyond comprehension, and are afraid you will be frozen , just remember this. Don't forget to breathe." - Jet Li.
Words, we use every single day, To prove our point and give strength to our say. In the end just symbols, They are intrepreted as we please.
Of this twisted scurvy ridden place of death And the mace I hold, will deliver the prize to that person who is bold. Of character, redeemed, And soul, by fate deemed.
Hello Opussia.
It feels like it's gonna be a beautiful day..
If I try to help and try to make people understand that things they try to think up to make me calm and better, I have already thought of after thinking for ages; then its either impossible for them...
Haven't we all had the worst days ever. Where nothing seems to go our way.
An ode...to you. A butterfly emerges With a bright light blinding It's magical feat to see. The ground doesn't tremble And the butterfly doesn't need Any proclamation or others of the creed.
For melody.
“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have And step into the darkness of the unknown Believe that one of the two will happen to you Either you'll find something solid to stand...
That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games.
When we know our day of death, Each day becomes hell. If we keep asking 'What if?' We'll be prepared, but will be afraid each day. I'd much rather know both, But have a helluva time every day.
Millions of opinions we see each day, Someday for our choices we will pay. Dollars or tears every second we decide, By forgetting the past, and by your belief abide..
A million days, you may or not live one second enough, to make another his life give. You take it all, but can never forgive. It's your little ego, for which you everyday live. You seem older,...
When you want to reach out, strap those wings and fly. And if anyone, anyone were to strap them on before you...show them that you don't need those wings to fly. -melody.
It is uncommon knowledge that the famous phrase from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, "Where art thou Romeo?" is actually a wrongly worded modification of the actual phrase, "Wherefore art thou...
Don't try to be for all, fast and clever, Today isn't gonna last forever....
Hello everyone I just had this idea where we all write about Evil Creations, eg. frankenstein, poison apple, nuclear bomb, etc It will be great fun. Go ahead have a try!.
My dream of all sorts...is to walk free on a path. A path canopied by orange-leaved autumn trees or cherry blossoms... The path filled with fally leaves or petals and I walk. And I feel a happiness.
Hakuna Matata: No Worries -Lion King 3.
A bright shiny day and all they could think was of work. The work, all of them at LoodWawn Academy do... Solve issues wherein the answer lies within our mind.
A poem with least punctuations allowing each of you to get a different idea of it . Woke up to a sun-set morning. Readied up for a cup of tea. Washed up, and each drop.
You're blonde but hope you know this is for you @ell I'm never here... But that isn't of my choice. No actually it is.. I chose what I must do , To be more important, Than what my love means to you.
When you find someone special, when you think about that person day and night, you get a contagious feeling which tells you never to turn back.
The flow of energy on earth has primarily two constant parts: Life and Death.
A light-diamond globule drips from green-skinned rosy flesh. A million screeches combine to form a cacophony of chirruping. This just doesn’t seem to entice me anymore.
Is the embracing of opportunity what I need, or the declining and submission to the passage of time. Is it what I want. Is it what I was meant or would have done?.
By and by the atmosphere's tense, Opuss, not only but in real too.. At some time we will have a choice. To prove ourself, or suppress the voice. Sometimes we need to take a risk.
How to know what is and isn't, All the eternities utterred and promises forgiven. Shiver each day with hope scarring, Deepening the doubt of the future marring.
By beauty measured, On personality pressured. Annoys when sometimes heard, But the right ones make you a bird..
"Losing...in a curious way is winning." -Richard Bach.
"He will be hated, but he must endure." - Batman the Dark Knight.
My name's not Eric, but I got top pick. Yeah. You read the title it's ruddy sick.
We as writers do as what we were born to do...
| it is hard to end a love story...for they never really end. -Richard Bach.
It's a beautiful day, I'm too afraid to say 'was'. To then take on the night, if I fight and die then fine...
Roller | coaster | toaster boaster | Roaster | Opuss-poster | foster | lost-her| Searching | perching | lurching | sPlUUUrching| Healing | feeling | seeing | unbelieving | Searching more| Got a...
It's just as is, When I believe a bit... And I wait till stimulus turns me numb. All along the way, he listens to th solitary drop of that breadcrumb.
Gives you wisdom of accepting failure but takes from you... everything..
It's the same thing , but with a small 'd', becuase it is what you deduce, when desires are met. Unmanifest desires of inhuman belief set while slowly the fires of your soul are wet.
When the light's switched off, or the mood is just down, We have all felt that misty lust, a lust of hunger. Of a being right behind you...
It's really confusing sometimes when I don't pour out myself . Many ask why I just stay in, and be cold like a stone when it comes to me. It's simple, my answer..
| All is well. ~Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
For 15 years, I did everything expected, Woke up, brushed at dawn everyday. Studied, ate, bathed, slept... Walked forward and my iron-will kept. But now I'm tired, It's been going for far too long.
Damn I missed seeing you guys here these past few days :( I was just so used to seeing you guys when I wake, when I eat, when I read, when I shower, before sleeping, when I study and every single...
Don't we all secrety hope each evening that tonight will be a good night. That it will be one to remember. I know I do !.
When I am bored I grab a drink, watch some television, fight mighty battles, defend the world and become a philosopher. Guess what?. I'm on Opuss B) #tshirt.
A few days I was gone from here, And each second I lived in fear. Not that I wouldn't be able to help, No but that I wouldn't be able to try. Still I'm back, For as short as it is.
But im afraid. Its too late. Ground falls from underneath. There isn't much to feel. Doubt in me rules me. Tries to make me urge me. Urge me to choose weakness over strength.
It burns me almost turning cold, tears my skin while keeping them alive.
Sometimes like tonight, I get this curious feeling...like I am meant to be alone. And that alone is me...not these 'lies' of having people. But I've always been wrong...
It's no big deal yet it shoves stuff up my bottom, A love undead but it handcuffs me. Sweat floating around the air, Like hot air balloons on that day...
I don't know if I can speak, for the rest of Opuss in honesty, But I can speak for myself. That though we fought just a while back, It's hard without you there, catching my back.
I tried telling everyone, what I knew. I have no evidence, no facts, nothing to back up my words other than feelings and instincts. But all I sought to gain from those words is an awareness.
My Hundredth Opuss For you... Each day when we wake up, we think of how this day may be... Maybe about someone we care for or...someone we miss. Or maybe...miss someone you've never met like I have.
All my articles have something hidden in them. All you have to do, is read between the lines. The purpose of this article, is to understand how it feels when a person finds that nothing is as it...
"See the world in a grain of sand, And eternity in an hour." We're made to see the world , See love in a flower. See the world, But love the cover. Go work, eat, sleep, sleep.
This isn't a story or a poem or an article being dramatic and big shit. This is real. I'm reporting an event which has been happenong but ignored but almost everyone on the planet.
We have days where we realise that nothing really matters. There is no plan. Everything just depends on how a person does it. And when we realise this, we realise that we need to be different.
I can't sleep now, no matter how much I try. So I sit and write an Opuss of surprise, no disguise, so much so, being awake can suffice.
A morning you wake , Sometimes to smell choco cakes bake. Sometimes to feel the whole Earth shake. You sip some coffee, or tea whatever it may be, Sometimes you may hate it or love it truely.
Inspired by Batman. Why are we here. We have a place in this world, but what that is,is up to us to discover. People argue over what kind of science this world runs on-religion or math.
| You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain - Batman the Dark Knight.
Going on through life, With a spinner's wheel at hand. Trying to stomp down, Stop the wheel Which I so guess to command. But that accelerates the shiny wheel To move faster amd faster and faster.
What is right, what is wrong. What is the difference between truth and lie; justice and injustice; life and death; rationality and irrationality. They all have a ordinary core –right and wrong.
You are chatting with someone dear, Your mind seems extra clear. You wipe away the tear, And sleep without fear..
It's a new day, A new hope , To make a new smile, To sing a new song, While the chains of love's bells keep ringing, And we keep singing, With the joy we are bringing, And the feeling, tingling.
Something I wrote to my ex long ago on her birthday. Today Is Your Birthday… very special day for me you!. Here I go..
In our world there is predictability and unpredictability. Both are predictable. People we usually hang out with are indirectly those who are unpredictable.
Written by @ashhkat and me :) cheers to a new sibling. Here's a little story, Not quite what you expect, Of a brother and sister, How they came to be and met.
Logic is undeniable. Emotions are in the end reduced to pure logic which drives us all. And logic is always factual, undeniable. With experience comes a certain numbness.
Love forever, never cry. Ooze blood, but never die. Feel pain but never sigh, It's your life, Don't just live without asking why..
John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.
In life they say noone remembers who was second at anything. But I'm going to. Because its them who are the real heroes. Who bring up the number ones from the zeroes.
Can't believe, I did actually receive. The courage to say I believe. And utter the words I never dared to speak, It's a breakthrough. I never ever had a clue.
Inspired by Stablish and Dead Poets Society: "John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see. Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes. John Keating: Yes.
Forever and ever from here on, I will stand up and fight when called upon. For my friends, for what I believe in, For what is true and where I can stop pain.
You are stronger than you think and can go farther than you believe..
We all thought war-time arrived, Grabbed the guns, the Kevlar vests , grenades. Soldier hailed by the name General X Tatic Grabbed his Colt automatic. It was war-time, he thought...
Everyone's privelege to shift, Make the choice to spread the gift. Saps you of all your guts, Leaves you naked to your butts. It isn't a must, But I send it to all.
Strong language; You can die, and tear yourself apart anyday, I would hate to stand and watch. But you have things I don't, Just because, You chase to fit in and be usual.
The universe I made. God's bloody work, here I stood and did. This world I crafted for all to stand and stare. I am the grand architect, I am the Ace up the World's sleeve. My Joker.
Cards in welcome, jingle jangle jing While prance about the midsummer street, a jing ajing a jing. Tis not for pleasure of mine I sing, Play more work less, jingle jangle jing.
Faith I have in amazing amounts, Faith that this trio will live, Forever and ever, enduring the ages, And the sands of times' cages. For though we are trapped, By claws and pains...
Stand under a tree, Look at the stars.. What each of us see, Is it what we need. Will we find it. Will we wake up. Will we look beyond the strings. That tie this world Tell it what to do.
Someone dear had a dream Where life isn't there anymore. Where I die, but still live on, I'm no more, but I still Kik her. So she was afraid, Didn't want me to die. But I knew, I told her.