I draw and play with pictures and words for a living. I love scuba diving, dance and really dark chocolate. With chilly. Or with crystallised ginger. mmmmmm.
Just when I get a little itch, To thump my fingers to these keys, I'm welcomed by an Opuss glitch, A state of baffling unease.
Do you hear the sound of the morning. The gentle breeze strumming the rays of the sun. The sultriness fornicates with my vision, swaying my senses. Mr. Mirage, will you dance with me..
Do you ever wonder, How thoughts flow in our minds, Scatter then meander And out into another.
I try to write, Nothing comes out. Perhaps it's mental drought. I'm out. Or a bad reaction to all the hate. So tired, getting late. Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
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If I were to die, And then wake, In another living body, What form would I take. If I had a choice, Perhaps an eagle, I'd travel the whole world, Up high, proud and regal.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
Spirits, Place with no location, Cross, Space knows no formation, And, In my transformation I, Fade..
I often write my dreams if I can remember them well. I'm very interested in symbolic interpretations... There is no category for dreams on Opuss, so I listed this one under film.
You, that shines ever so brightly atop the loom of respect, Because I hung you on that mast. You, that scorns and belches with uproars of discontent, May never see the light.
Hormona Mona Beautiful Aurora Sensual Aroma ... Bi-Pola ... Pretty Flora Deadly Pandora Popula Yet a lona ... Save for her best friend Drama Rama ... ... ... Karma..
Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Come closer don't be shy Stand beneath a rainy sky The moon is over the...
Of all the Earthly wishes I have made, There are none that so far I have failed, Be it adventurer, photographer or scuba mermaid, Or artist, or nymphomaniac French maid.
Drawn by play and laughter, I am controlled by a child, Who knows only want and need, Who knows not when to be satisfied, Who cries and nags, Who kicks and stabs, I grow weary, And leave.
Tall grass, stranded in the wind, A petal long forgotten in a scrap book, The smile of a child who's just learned the meaning of pain, A rock that stands on the edge of a quicksand pit.
Clunk .... Clunk .... Clunk .... Walk .... Chunk .... Scar the metal dungeon floor .... Clunk .... Clunk .... Clunk .... Stumble .... Duck ....
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There once was a magician, Who's ultimate ambition, Was to capture and bewilder, The minds of cat and kitten.
I thought I'd dare to reach for heaven, It burned my tongue and tore my skin, Then left me bare in pit and thorn, My dreams abducted my fountain dried, In a hollow shell I’m made to belong, I...
"The number of kids who confuse 'to' and 'too' is amazing two me.".
Scrumptious thighs coupled with voluptuous lies, Are the sure cause of your demise..
You may not believe it, Nor guess or perceive it, Sad you say. Here's the truth so hear it You think your self to be unknown, Unnoticed, unseen, While all the time I'm watching you.
A candle lonely in the night, speaks out to the stars above, in gushes of burning delight, of a spirit that she once knew, that now roams free above the Earth, that perhaps they've neighbored or come...
I am saddened, to know that I am a descendant of a narrow-minded, ill-witted, weak-willed, ignorant sheep. I am happy that I am able to admit to such a painful truth.
O puss of mine I love you so More than you think More than you know But sometimes I Just need my space With my little book Not your but in my face Why you so jealous. Why you so mad.
And I love you and I love everything about you,. The shadows more than the light that casts them on your gentle face,. Your kiss haunts me with the memory of your dented chest,.
I'm taken by the virtue of a man,. who so graciously entered my realm,. fed me an apple's skin,. held my muscles down to the bone,. nibbled away my pain,. lit the fire in my groynes,.
. there r some . who write out of joy, . some who write for others . to enjoy, some share their . sadness in cry for help . while others fashion . their grief into .
If I could drown my face in your arms and kiss your breasts with my ear, I'd go back to those days when love felt so near and I'd persevere.
I've been reading a lot of posts by all sorts of people and I must say, it's a real delight reading poems by some of the youngest members of the community. Soooo adorable!!.
Standing tall over your foundations of deception, I pity the cunts that dance in your shadow..
"Chuck Norris doesn't walk. He swims through land".
There was a grey parrot that grew red feathers one morning because he dreamed of strawberries. Or at least that’s what he thought.