Fourteen, love music, love, reading, writing, and allowing my emotions sink into the paper.
Goodbye, goodbye, Time does fly. There were those days, When I had the time. To express my thoughts. To wonder around Opuss's courts, But now these exams, Have cut my time short.
Hey there mister, I'm no one to underestimate, I'll do what I want, What I like I'll take. I live in the darkness, I don't play games, But if I wanted to, I could effortlessly escape the blame...
A helicopter glided down minutes later where the criminal had landed unconscious. Nina managed to climb onto the roof of the building, aware of the spikes that tricked her before.
It was dark. And the moment Nina had been waiting for. Her manicured hand reached from under her black insulated leather jacket; a locket to be revealed. Opening it carefully, she smiled.
Hey guys, I know it's been AGES since I have wrote a chapter or a story, but I'll try to figure something out.
I'm not sure how to deal with this, It's like I'm falling down. I try to approach it positively, But seem to always end up with a frown. My exams are creeping up, But I need more time.
Guilt stabs me, Like a dagger plunged, For I realise now, What I have done. Your whispers, Echo inside my head, Reminding me, How I let our love shrivel and be dead.
Invisible. That's the first word that springs to mind. The invisible blue coat. The invisible figure, who's shadow is completely clouded with deceitful mist.
I'll be back as soon as the Xmas holidays begin. Just too much stress... Sorry Opuss, and see you all in a week. :) -Sonia x.
What brought you. To kill those innocent angels. What brought you. To shatter their lives. What brought you. To scar the rest. What brought you. To pull the trigger. What brought you.
Ten days, Left to count, Please hurry, Time unmount. 9 days, Left to wake, And fall asleep, Until the Christmas cake. 8 days, Left to feel, Christmas. The feeling to open and seal.
Oh how I want to put my feet up, But the work is keeping me on hold up. Since I have to stay at home, Let is snow, let it snow, let it snow.
I will do well, Don't tell me I won't, Because I can do it, I'm not under a dark spell. I can make miracles happen, Because I believe, I will be amazing and successful, I will do my deed.
Santa is on his way, His massive red bag is on his sleigh, All the presents inside, Each one waiting to be delivered that special night.
I'm sorry for letting you down and not writing for such a long time... After my grandad's death, it has taken time for recovery. However, I suspect over the Xmas holidays I shall continue.
#adventchallenge Icicle, icicle, The scaly fingers. Freezing the life, On the bark your linger. Icicle, icicle, Silver, transparent cold, Entrapped, The elegant wind's blow.
#weeklyopusschallenge I was wandering up in the snowy mountains of north pole, The gusty winds blew freely with the icy cold.
-Might have a petite detail younger Opussians shouldn't know. You have been warned... Music to my ears, Your whisper, I want to hear. Your sensual touch, Your hand, I crave to clutch.
Girls, girls, girls, Always 'enhancing' your features, No matter how much you paint on, You'll still be yourself.
Should I tell you. How sorry I am, Should I tell you. What I did wasn't the plan. Should I tell you. That I'm still in love with you, Should I tell you. I dream of what we used to do.
All you lovely Opussians, I love you all, Thank you for not letting me, Not letting me fall, I hope to return, The kindness to you, For 90 is a big number, It's just appeared out of the blue!.
I'm so sorry, I haven't had a chance to write, I'm always so busy; all day and all night. Six weeks until my science GSCE's, And Grade 6 piano- oh help me please...
I'm crumbling, I'm falling, I dye, But wake in the morning. I'm chocking, I'm breathing, I pass out, But come back- I'm no earthling. I'm fizzling, I'm jerking, I freeze, But my eyes are blinking.
Verse one: Your a hidden memory, Something I remember when I see. Even over years of time, I still remember how you were mine.
Ugh why must I have such a stressful life. It's always full of strife. First exams and GSCE trials, Coursework- the building pile, Monday's are of course German vocab tests. Ya. Das ist ein mess.
The leaves crackle along the roads, The icy fingers of winter start to erode, The November breeze blowing freely, So vulpine, December is revealing.
Verse one: Standing here all alone, I see you. Breathing as I run home, I brush past you. But you'll never catch me, I'm nothing to you you see.
I was ten, An innocent child, When was it really love. That bombarded my tile, He confidently asked: 'will you go out with me?' I said 'No.
Two years ago, me and my family were traveling by car from Germany to Italy-(a whole horrifying nine hours).
I'm afraid I will not continue writing my chapters. After my grandad's death, it's going to take some time for recovery to take place.
Elaborate, wispy branches, A golden, spinning leave dances, Elegant, but dominant wind, Any wish of safety it rescinds.
Verse one: I'm just sitting here, Watching the world go by, How things have changed since then, How time flies.
My grandad died today from diabetes. Let him rest in peace, and I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to save you. I love you grandad..
Sunshine broke out from the hills that I could just make out as the chilly, morning mist, that blocked my view.
I will succeed,. I will shine like that golden bead,. I will do well,. I haven't fell,. I will try my best,. I have to pass that test,. I'm clever,. I have revised to that measure,. I will succeed,.
Wait wait wait, I know the answer, 78% nitrogen, And the wave speed is ten. Ooh. Carbon dioxide, And sulphur monoxide. And that's continental drift, Alfred Wegner made the physics progress lift.
I opened the curtains and smiled. A beautiful, vivid autumn scene emerged in front of my eyes. The sky; a block of ocean waves that playfully moved their hands back and forth.
Could it be that I have no imperfections. That I posses a perfect complexion. Could it be that they envy my flawless looks. The gift of natural beauty only written of in books.
Death. Midnight strikes, Darkness falls, No stars, Among the deathly shadow of black. Purple lips. A kiss of death. The blinding mist. A scar, Bloody fingertips. Fangs, A bite. A scream.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go. The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the raindrops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
The birds sing, The students walk. My brown boots touch the ground, As I hear people talk. My walk to school, Might not be too fun, But there is always one thing I smile at, And that's the sun.
You really don't care, Do you. You just use me as a tag along friend, Don't you. You use just me as if I'm your slave, That's you, Because have you ever thought that I have feelings, Have you.
After a few tears, me and Rosie set off into the forest. It had become not the forest I knew, but the forest of which was to beware and where anything could emerge and grab you in a matter of seconds.
Thank you, Thank you, So much, To all my kind 70 followers, That are here on Opuss!.
With a gun in my manicured hand, And heels at my command, With my rouge lips that pout and bite, And my daring dark eyes that sparkle light.
I'm having a writer's block, I'm not sure what to do. I know what I want to write, But I'm not sure how to.
You don't appreciate me, You don't even understand, That science is not my strength, That you can't create my future or plan.
Among the modern civilisation, There is still a blissful, natural sight. Higher than the roofs of houses, Remains a gentle, pulchritudinous light. From aqua, ocean blues, To golden, precious leaves.
Crows caw, Dogs viciously bark, The trees unsettled, The day itself a deathly mark. The wind blows furiously, Slapping my face, A shadow moves, Moves with a fast pace.
(Intro) Verse one: It's been a while since I've seen you around, And that day you appeared in the crowd. I remember how I fell for you, But now I know, What you see is not what is always true.
The wind pushed me forward as I sprinted through the forest. And It wasn't as calm as usual.
I struggled in apprehension, Waiting for the release of tension, When my paper would come, And when my grade will be unraveled to my eyes and undone.
I was nine at the time, When I wondered: How would love come by. And so at night I sat by my windowsill, In a dreamy mood so ever still.
I had to take action. Not just stand here. The opportunity was opening it's doors in front of me, and I wasn't stepping in. Crying was not going to change anything.
The flustering reds burst out into roses, A shower of amethysts drizzles down and exposes. The lemon zest twirls and twists, As an electric sparkle of lime for a second persists.
Sometimes I have such a low self esteem, I always worry what I think is not what it means, The laughter from behind or when I pass by, I always wonder if it's me they are laughing at all this time.
#projecthumanity A smile appears on my face, When I can not even embrace, How kind people are on Opuss, How wonderful work is constantly being posted.
All my 'chapter' readers, I'm not sure If I should continue writing the story. I may start a new book, but that may be in a week, or month; depending on how lucky I am with inspiration and ideas.
I woke up with the shock of Alek not lying next to me. I looked around, searched everywhere at the cave, walked into the forest a few meters, but he was nowhere to be found.
Alek looked at me, and I looked at Alek. And we knew exactly what to do- Run. Leaping from the roof, we managed to land on a hay stack and fled as fast as our legs would allow.
Song: Verse 1: We've come to an end, Where the light is fading, Where the music stops, Step out of your box.
The gates opened with the usual sound of rust an hour later. He walked in. A cold hand grasped mine, and remembering Alek's plan I released my lies, (or should I say drama).
My dear friend Sasha has such an imagination, Always writing poetry and producing wondrous creations, Her knowledge and intellect is a gift, Positive thoughts elegantly swift.
The glimmering, cream pearl that shines among the velvet blue, Surrounded by little sparkles; the transparent drops of dew.
I watched Alek disappear into the mysterious forest, sat down onto the uncomfortable hay stack that I slept on, and with greed began reading the letter.
The sound of the bird's singing could still be heard through the prison cell, and that's what awoke me. The chirps descended into my ears, and for once- a smile grew on my face.
I sit by the piano playing a song, The minor and major chords gorgeously strum, The notes I crumple to form a melody, The notes a stumble to form an ecstasy.
I have no idea, What to do. My life is mixing up like a stew. I was born in one country, I live in another, I travel to a different one, but the same one every summer.
Finally back. Thanks for all the lovely comments and likes. And here it is... -------------------------------- Twisting the keys, I disappear into the hunger of the night.
The violet veins, The apricot aura, The blush becoming. A starburst of flowers, An explosion of light, A spectrum of colour. So romantic, So relaxing, So alluring.
School I tried to run through like a treadmill. All I could think of was Alek. This was my normal thought of the day, but this time it wasn't pleasant- it was gruesome.
The walk home was just full of thoughts, and pictures of Alek's expressions. His tears. His smiles. His kisses.
Suddenly, Alek's cheerful expression turned to sadness. He was no longer saying anything, and walking away from the wall, he slumped onto the beanbag. His face was emotionless. Cold.
There was nothing really to highlight from day to day-apart from the weather.
A pleasant dream was keeping me in the cradle of night, but unfortunately I had no power of absolute phenomenon to protect me from the usual knock on the door.
Now I'm stuck at rank '244', Tomorrow the number could be more. Could be less, Could stay the same, But all I know it will always have to change.
I apologise for the rubbish I just wrote in chapter 8, I promise the next chapter will be improved..
How could I of never noticed this treehouse. Sure, it was high up, and well camouflaged by the leaves, but I knew this forest more than anything in my life. Well, that just proved me wrong.
The rest of the week flew by like the wind. With each day, my plan was joining its pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. And that's when it was time- sunday arrived.
Bursting into the laughter of the classroom, I search for my seat where Jessica and Alice were already sat near; chatting away. "Hi Nat!" Jessica and Alice exclaim at the same time.
At this time I had already said goodbye to Alek, walked down to our little cottage, put the jar of blueberries on the kitchen table and was making my way upstairs.
I woke up the next morning with sweat pouring from my pyjamas. Rosie was still asleep; curled up like a little kitten. As quietly as I possibly could, I got out of my bed.
Finishing my last streak on my drawing, I stared at Alek; touching his face. But then something hit me. Time. How could I of not realised.
I took care going through in my mind what just happened: I met a handsome stranger, talked to him, and even kissed him- when I say kissed I mean accidentally touched his lips.
The evergreen forest contrasted with the royal blue sky. Such a gentle thing nature is.
As I'm sitting in the car, Staring up at you glowing star, A wave of beauty passes through me, And I sigh calmly.
My greasy hair fell out of my bun, My breath stank like out of dump. My dress had shortened itself, My laces untied again - please help. Eyes constantly close, And I've got a stuffy nose.
You silly little, little bitch. Since I was seven your mouth would snitch, Those fat annoying lips, Would mouth first that, then this.
Something I wrote like a (mental note no. 2) when walking back from school. --------------------------------- Rain. The little miserable droplets. Rain only symbolises one thing to me- tears.
This I wrote (like a mental note) when I was lying in my garden (on my trampoline).
Ten days to go and counting, With every day the pile un-mounting, Nine days to go and ticking, The clock's arrows slowly blinking. Eight left to deal, Hoping time will pass like an evening meal.
Inspired by @misslittleDHP's 'as a little girl' :) ----------------------------- As a child, I lay awake, Staring up at the midnight bait, Where the stars shone, Where Peter pan flies, Were the...
I tried my best, Gave it all I got, But what did I get. A miss. A pointless shot. Days I worked, Weeks I tried, Months i studied, Years I mined...
The beautiful stars that sing out their notes to the midnight sky, In the silence of beauty they fly....
Mozart, Beethoven and Bach- the creators of musical art, Michael Jackson and Madonna- the king and queen of the owner.
The noise of his arrival; A screeching fade, And a brilliant blue light emits, So vivid- it can be never outplayed.
I remember myself as a child; When I thought I would never grow up, When I thought the world was different, When I thought only good things could happen.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go, The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the rain drops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
Dreams; Our minds create at night. Dreams; They don't bite. Dreams; How I love it, love to dream. Dreams; Were you can be... Ever wanted to travel to the world of oz. Or be Alice in wonderland.
You know the feeling, When your so close to something, but yet you cant touch it. The temptation burns, The anticipation kills you.