I love to read, just as much as i love to write KIK & Instagram minxyMolly.“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” George R.R. Martin. Game of Thrones.
#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
#sundayrepost (Edited the original version) Delicious Fire burning through my soul, as my white wings are ripped from my back.
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
I hold your playdough heart in my hands, I can see the dents and gorges made by harmful words, deeds, and actions.
Don't run to me if you're scared. Don't run to me if you're afraid. Don't run to me if you're angry again. Don't run to me if you're happy. Don't run to me if you're upset.
There are many things in life that aren't surprising. Like knowing you have to get older, and have to work at some point maybe.
#acrostic Hallowed shell, laying on the floor Expectations, hopes, dreams no more, i'm dead inside. Ambition gone. Really don't feel like carrying on. Tied down by old fears, and now new ones.
It's party time in Gosport. Time to let your hair down, and dress up. Tia Maria is in the kitchen, singing her siren song. Fosters round the back, but no curry to have with him for a change.
So today was sex day at school, I didn't go in. I already know enough about what happens during sexy times, so I decided to skip.
It's funny how many types of break downs you can get. How the lead up towards it makes you ready to snap in so many more ways than one. Today, unfortunately, events of yesterday got to me.
(#Rant, few swear words, some really rude ones) Isn't it funny, Isn't it great, You demand so much of me, and yet expect me not to break. I'm not rage against the machine, or a she-devil.
(No offence to anyone, but seriously this is a part of my view) Religion tends to bore, and can get snooze worthy.
Hey mum, I know you won't see this Since it's on my iPod. but I just want to say Happy Birthday, and I hope you get everything you want.
*walking down street, gets tapped on shoulder by ex, turns round* "Baby...it's me. I've come back for you again. We can be together again for reals.
So someone challenged me to a bet. Told me it took more than 6 days to travel the world and back. I disagreed. So I became a class explorer. .. Working of course. So I planned my route out perfectly.
My bones are aching, My neck is sore. I can't talk, Because if I do I sound like I'm on deaths door or have been chain smoking all my life.
There are days When life just seems so shitty. When animals are preferred over people's company.
Hypocrite You are. Please, don't even bother denying it anymore, there are Obvious flaws in your words. Christ, you thought I was that dumb. Wish I Realised sooner that you're just like him.
#acrosticchallenge No one is here. I am alone, isolated inside. so Gone is my hope, as Hell arrives. Trying to survive the darkness that's twisting my brain alive.
(Last couple of lines are amended from Eminem-'"Beautiful") #slightrant #projecthumanity Please don't give up. You've got so much more to give. Don't let them shits get ta ya. They're idiots.
I don't want to go out there, Not again. My fingers have only just started working again. Because I'm a bit of a knob, A scatter brained twonk. Everything was fine, Till we reached Neros.
I think my science teacher Wants to eat us. I see it in her eyes every time she grins at us. It's why I'm late to school, So I can avoid her way.
(Turned out longer than expected and few swear words in it) The cold wind howled around around me, echoing eerily through the woods, like a pack of wolves on the hunt.
Dear Mr @Jamtots, I know you're not a Miss Tots as you've told me this aplenty. I know you like to win your way in any of our debates, But face it in sociology I'm a head of the game.
CHILDHOOD part 1: SOCIALLY CONSTRUCTED: made by society PHILLIP ARIES: worked out childhood was socially constructed and recent after 1750 industrial period He called them mini adults and used...
(In response to @Glens swimming posts) So @Glen says he's gonna swim the Atlantic. Well that's no challenge, there's no danger in it I would think.
#opussweeklychallange Hey Mol, It's Mol, at least Mol from the future...2013 to be precise. Well 2012 was good, or at least interesting.
#disabilityawareness #revision I am old, I am aware of my age. My bones now lack strength, My skin is wrinkled, it's less elastic than when I was young showing my age.
For some reason I find it easier to write about darker emotions or funny memories rather than happy ones in poems, so I'm gonna write a small, or at least hopefully small, blog.
Ellie: "the moment someone hurts you badly I'll be there to support you!...and to inflict as much pain on them of course!" (I love my bestie ellie and i love my friends ^_^ ).
(Inspired by Rhiannas diamonds in the sky) I want to feel your naked chest against my bare back. I wish to feel the weight of your hands upon my shoulder blades.
Blast it. I've been caught. This binge drinking girl, Has been out witted at last. There's a bottle of advoca In our house. No one drinks it really bar me. I only do this when stressed or frazzled.
I've got a bit of a problem, Nope not a murderous one. More like.... I need a map and compass Just to find my way home from school.
HAPPY NEW YEAR IT'S BEEN BRILLIANT SO FAR OMG SO GLAD OPUSS HAS BEEN AMAZING AND FOUND IT LOL I AM NOT DRUNK I'M JUST RUSHING TO WRITE THIS CUZ IM GOING TO BED LOL HAPPY NEW YEAR AGAIN AND GOOD...
This road I travel on is coming to an end. I stop a few steps away from starting a new path again.
(I'm not gonna bother repeating myself xP lol) FAMILY DIVERSITY part 4 COHORT: This refers to a group of people (a cohort) who have shared common experiences of the world which have resulted in...
Please look in my eyes as I say this, So you can see and hear the sincerity of my words, for they are not lies. And what I say is; One act of kindness towards me won't change your mistakes.
#firstopuss Frustration is the cloud that hangs oppressively in my mind, that worms in to every waking thought and sometimes my sleeping ones too....
(The follow words are not a story or a poem these are my As sociology notes.
(I have no idea why I'm saying this again, but this is not a story or a poem it is As sociological notes.
(It is not a story or a poem etc it is Revision As Sociology notes, again don't bother liking unless you really enjoyed this then fair enough lol.) FAMILY DIVERSITY part 1 INTRODUCTION: A FAMILY...
Right every new follower on Opuss, because you ARE new I want to explain some basic rules of Opuss: 1: don't ask for follows, write something, ask people to check your story or poem maybe but don't...
(Don't bother liking this, it's not a story or poem it's As Sociology revision notes, unless you enjoyed reading this a lot then fair enough lol.
I want to reverse back to that moment two years ago at my dads girlfriend friends sons birthday. I want to go back to that day where we had his birthday party down digbeth, Birmingham.
Ok because of known nickname murderous Molly I don't want people to be scared about my new profile picture.... It's me holding two swords Ones a ninja sword, the others a captains sword.
My musics loud, I'm blocking the world again. No sound of thought or feeling I wish know.
I'm not goons lie I'm drunk posting this. I'm not gonna lie when I'm hurt I will most likely ignore you when in seriously feeling burnt and purged. Won't lie when I'm hurt I will lie and say I'm fine.
...........................................................sorry bout the cut off before, something happened so we had to move quickly.....
The following events I am about to retell I wish for the love of God weren't true, because of them I'm now stuck somewhere outside of Birmingham in a motel with someone who says their me...or at...
I want my demons to go, Wished they'd leave me alone. So that my every decision, I don't constantly judge myself on. So that with the little things I can just leave alone.
#tittybiscuits These chain links gone, I'm free at last. They held me back for far too long, But finally I've shook them off.
#rant #tittybiscuits Is it me, do I look so fucking stupid to you. That I would give you want you wanted so bloody soon.
So last Friday night was date night, It went alright. Till up to a certain point.. My mate tagged along, So was the three of us, which was fun. We all bantered, laughing aloud.
(Inspired by Game of Thrones epi 4) I saw the Red Lady give birth to what she claimed was The Lord of light. But all that came from her womb was the immortal shadows of darkness and death.
I think the christmas seasons caught. Our decors are up Our tree sparkling very bright. Usually I'm not that festive to a degree.
#tittybiscuits There's an artist in the Opuss midst, Can't believe didn't recognise him for his artistic talents before this.
I stood there looking at the screen showing the train times. I was avoiding going home.
#tittybiscuits (Inspired by Lindsey Stirling violin Dubstep- elements) The music played through me, Like the wind was with my hair. Nothing is the same anymore, But who really cares.
Few rude words.... The house is freezing, my step-dads turned the heating off ... AGAIN.
I've done some stupid shit, And some I'm proud about, i'll admit. One involved a some gin and Melted chocolate. All this occurred on my friends Nans 65th.
It was raining again. The world had turned dingy, smokey, and bleak. Again. The incident yesterday at the hospital seemed a far away memory in this place.
I can't explain it, But when you enter the home you can feel it. Death doesn't hide there, Something my young mortal mind can't seem to fathom, but the elderly understand it.
I've been called many names. Bitch, slut, mols, knob head (said lovingly) mooch, and more. All mean a different thing, from person to person with different feelings and thoughts on me.
The music was pounding, And our blood was charging. The room was lit well enough for me to see everything and everyone.
I think it's my periods of loneliness that allows me to treasure the company of others more....
Inspired by @sarahgamal I am Strong poem. If I am strong, Then why when I am trying to be do I start to shake. If I am strong, Then why when I am yelled at tears will spring.
Road side Murders always tend to start the same way. Take this for example... There's a vulnerable looking girl on the side of the road walking. She's clutching her arms close because she's cold.
This course work is driving me insane. Focusing so hard I think I popped a couple of veins. My parents are worried, Because all is quiet.
Oh things change, No use holding on because nothing stays the same. Oh things change, Time passes by so fast so keep out of the rain... -Skrillex (rain ft Sara).
Tap tap tapping Driving me insane. The buzzing and false light, Draining my life away. I wish to run, to play. Like days gone by. I brought this upon myself so I can' t....shouldn't complain.
They say life is a game, But messing with other people's lives is not... It's not fun, funny, or laughable later on. There are those who control by playing a game with the emotions and the mind.
Thought you were an angel, Yet your really a sinner like me. A tempter, A teaser, like moi. A delicious treat. Now If I were with you, or you with me, I'd let you in for a special delight.
There's a change inside of me, And it's time to let this beast out. I feel this change as my muscles grow. My claws appear. All nice, sharp and tippy curled. My teeth fall out as new ones drop down.
(Wouldn't recommend this to ages under 14) I don't think I've got slender sickness. But there is the feeling of eyes watching my back.
Never let the fear of striking out, stop you from playing the game. - A Cinderella story.
On the swing The wind blows. On it sits a little girl. The park seems empty From all but her. The only sound Is the whistle screech Of the playing dead. Going round And Round On the roundabout.
I love that first touch in the morning, The way it warms me up. I couldn't live without you, Because even if things go to hell your there in my cup, all ready and...toasty warm.
As I walked, The leaves decayed and rot. As I walked, The dead howled their pain out in vain to me. As I walked, My ice slithered down my skin.
Head banging, Ears ringing. Words blurring. Eyes sticking closed. Missed gaps in time. Was just 6:45, now 23 past 7. Emotions high. Sleep deprived. And I feel like I'm drowning in homework.....
I wish to go back to America again. Where life just seemed so relaxed. Where time was only a phrase that was used when the sun was going down.
It's cold and dark. There's no warmth in this life. All I wish for is a blanket so I won't freeze to death. They say we're better than in the past, but I see no evidence for this.
Things are getting sorted, But there's still much to do. Pieces are connecting, Fitting in to place. Like the yellow brick road, Creating a path for us to take.
We all sat there, our backs facing the sun and sea. The air echoes with our pasts. It plays out the present. And sees the future.
A dream....or was it a memory...played out in my head. Both were teeming with darkness present days. The scene was dark and bleak.
You know that moment when you know the clocks were supposed to move backwards, but you think it's forwards so get confused by the continuous different time zones in the house because the people...
One step forward, You push me back. Two steps forward, You put weights on my mouth. Three steps forward, You give me a whack. Four steps forward, You yank me all the way back.
We were all sitting in the auditorium underneath the classrooms. It was big and sparse, the only luxury being the chairs and the projector. Perfect, for us.
Painful is growing up, But life's about that, Learning from your mistakes. Realising; "Yeah, maybe I shouldn't of done that" Knowing more about yourself, and how you deal with it.
A lullaby was playing throughout this vision. I could feel I knew it, but not how I did. It was soft and haunting, at odds with the surrounding scene. The sea was choppy, and pitch black.
(Warning~there is indeed foul language included in this so is not really suited for younger readers) Why has thou forsaken me, Avoiding me as if I were a plague.
I stood staring at the cathedral. It's presence looming over us. dwarfing everything else. Ever since...that day....the reapening..it had become a symbol. A symbol of hope. A symbol of strength.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
Dear Dave, I'm in a bit of a conundrum and would be most pleased if you could provide me with code for my g-mas electric scooter chair, so I can race it up and down the halls as she's having an...
I am standing alone on the shore late afternoon looking out in to the seemingly never ending sea. The sun is close to setting, but like me is in no rush to leave this placid scene.
(An old Opuss I deleted) I never sleep anymore, Because when I do I wake in an awful sweat. And the last thing I have heard is screams of good men gone dead.
From the depths of hell you said I came, a toy you'd yet to play with. Understanding nothing, but your own little games Choices of yours led us here, stances ready, armour on.
There was screaming at first. Then there was a day of silence. Just a day. Exactly 24 hours. Nothing more, nothing less. Then...They came down from above. No one was prepared. At all.
It rained that day. I will always remember how it rained. How you stood there in the rain, No umbrella, just you and a jacket.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait........it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
At first it was green, Fresh Forrest green. With colours of blues, yellows, purples, pinks, colours galore. Full of twinkly stars. Life. Then the white light peaked on the horizon.