<- Well, nice to meet you too.
It's a funny little thing, when you fall in love... No fairy-tale business, no struck-from-above, Revoltingly nervous, yet you love the rush, Just seeing him smiling, you're down in a flush.
"What's love?" I was asked by my sister, As I put on a smile and I kissed her, Saying "Love cannot be defined, little sis.
#weeklyopusschallenge 'Twas the night before Christmas, 'nder a faint moonlight's glow. The pine tree was dressed with lights and fake snow.
"Light can be found even in the darkest of caves, if one only remembers to turn on the light." ~Albus Dumbledore.
#colourchallenge Lined in rows from 5th street to Main, Feet scrape the pavement and fidget in vain, Glimmering colors that cut through the snow, Come in, be seated, you're in for a show.
I'm back, I'm back, sound the bellows, I'm back and here to stay. I've missed ya quite my fellows, Much more than I can say. I'm back, I'm back, run the rumors. Call the clergy, phone the press.
What if this turned into something more. Are you willing to take the risk. What if, perhaps, we open a door, Desires we cannot resist.
Oh, dear, oh, my, 'Tis quite the mess, Come take a look, you'll never guess. The perfect sight to make you sober, It looks like Hell has frozen over.
Close your eyes just for a while, And tell me what you see. Shut the noises, stop the voices, Breathe in like you're free. Clear your mind, wipe your thoughts, It's easy if you try.
Ahem: Hi. I'm not really sure what to write here. I just realized I have 100 followers exactly, which I totally did not expect. Ever.
Look out, here he comes, Take care, guard your bums, Keep sharp, the Pant Sniper's here. Oh, Dear, what to do, Belts tight, grab a shoe, Perhaps you should put down that beer...
A true horror story that happened to me when I was 11. A bit long, read at your own risk. It was a rainy winter night at Quinta Camp the day it happened for the first time.
So sorry to interrupt your fun,. One little thing and then I'm done:. Kudos on this wondrous jam,. Be sure to save me cheese and ham,. But I'm just here to ask you please,.
What goes around comes around, This shall be the norm. Thus curse I hereby laid on you, The moment you were born. What once you give will get you back, This spell shall rightly state.
Open wide, take a look. I'm a fairly open book. Naught to hide, plain to see. Shroud in clouds of mystery. I'm a mess, I confess. Peer inside and try to guess. What goes on, in my mind.
**Hey, guys. Well, this is just a fragment of a science-fiction short story I'm writing. I'd reaaalllyy enjoy some feedback, if you can spare it.
Climbing, climbing, Up the walls. On the cieling, Through the halls. Climbing, climbing, Here they come. Thunder crashing. Wind of storm. Climbing, climbing. Thousand eyes.
Inside my closet dwells a creature, Of huge porportion, ghastly feature. With big red horns and purple spots, He lies hid away, scheming his plots.
**An original quote I thought I'd share with you from my story "Falcon." Enjoy;)** "Look at you. Look at what 'courage' has done to you.
Hear it whisper, Watch it stir. Feel it moving, Sense it whir. Touch the darkness, Crave its wake. Grasp it tremble, See it shake. Find its magic, Breathe it in. Tender caress. Mortal sin.
My warmest greetings for you, madam. You've been cordially invited to quite a jam.
Through my window I look. Behind a glass wall. Afraid to shatter. Too scared to fall. Through frames draped in fear. To cloak what has cracked. Bound down by my sorrows. Too broken to act.
I think I caught some Writer's Block, I really got it bad. I'm showing all the symptoms, It's something really sad. My page is white as paper, My pen just can't get up.
Ghostly candles light the table, This dark night comes from no kid fable. A black chandelier hangs from the cieling, The room is alive with a venomous feeling.
Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
You peek past a corner, holding your breath. You scan the perimeter for a possible threat. The moment is perfect, there'll be no distraction. It's time to put your plan to action.
I want to write a poem, I know I have the time. But writing is a science, It's far much more than rhyme. A poem tells a story, And writing is an art.
Gentle temptations. Melodic sensations. Sung in a sigh. Watch time go by. Dulcet selection. Toxic affection. Rythmical purr. Life is a blur. Numbing accords. Hypnotic words. You're now broken pieces.
Soo sorry this took so long.
Twisting halls and bending doors, Moving halls, sinking floors. Endless mazes, pounding heart, Illusions tear your mind apart. Whirling head and racing thoughts, Shaking hands, throat in knots.
I'm walking in these worn-out boots. I'm leaving home. I'm tearing roots. Moving forward, never back. My head is pure. My soul is black. The road before me twirls, unwinds. The world in front.
Well, after reading all the interesting biographies out there, I guess I figured, eh, what the heck. And here I am, with my own. So, um... Here it goes, I guess.
In a haze of brilliant waves of red, Where clouds of fire roll over your head, In swirls of golden, flames of blood, Through burning hells, lies a God.
It was love at first sight, When our gaze met that night, I was weak, I couldn't resist. Those shining brown eyes, To charm the unwise, He got me, I couldn't desist.
**I know this is a bit late, but it got deleted for some reason. Lit aglow by burning fire, An evil face of dark desire, With flames that burn its hollowed eyes, It calls to me, in muffled cries.
Frames and pictures, peeling walls. Faded paintings haunt the halls. Dusted floorboards, empty beds, Withered air of pain and dread.
Jump up. Stand out. Speak up. Walk proud. Make plans. Think big. Take a stand. Make a gig. Walk ahead. Question all. Keep your head. Stand up tall. Bend the norms. Find the way. Stir up storms.
Flickering shapes, fleeting thoughts. Head in fog, throat in knots. Rope in hand, stool on floor. Crack a smile. Close the door. #household.
I'm feeling blue, But that's not quite so true, When I'm feeling down, I'd say I feel brown. Brown. Am I crazed. A statement well placed, But brown, you will see, Is like bark on a tree.
#Firstwrite. #acorn They tell me I'm crazy, they say I'm insane. But tell me, who's crazy, corrupted, and vain. Who's killing the planet for garbage they need.
Venture the woods in dark of night, The blood-wined moon to be your light. Follow the trees, deeper and deeper, Where the willows grow thicker and thicker.
Starting my day with a smile on my face, Nothing can ruin my light-hearted haze. My day has gone by, and naught has gone wrong, The bounce in my step should belong in a song.
You'll often find us deep in thought, Lost in wonder, more often that not. Buried in a book, sitting by the side, Or talking to ourselves, we don't have much pride.
I'm frozen in place, eyes wide and square. Unable to move, reduced to stare. My stomach twists, my throat is clogged, I kind of feel like I've been mugged.
You breathe in. The beautiful smell of the forest greets you. Green. Growing. Swarming with delicate life balanced in a wisdom you know you'll never posess.
PRESSURE pressure, UP, building ^^^^^ Wanting, Wanting to ...
Kat the Squirrel, so she was known, Was a funny little squirrel who lived with her mom, And everyday, before she went out, She'd say: "Stay right here and don't daddle about!" And poor poor Kat...
I sit by the fire in trance-like haze, Watching the flames dance in a blaze. The house is so empty, there's nothing to do, It's so, so boring in here without you.
I've never had a boyfriend, I've never been in love. I've never been heart-broken, I'm sorry, it's not my club. I may not have experience, But I don't need it yet.
In black of night and dark of storm, Where whispers lurk and thoughts take form, Lies the tomb of Have and Must, A faint remind of what's been lost.
One sunny morning, on show-and-tell day, The teacher, Mrs. Trolfoot, stood up straight to say: "Who'd like to go first?" and a small hand did sway, "I'd like to go first Mrs.
#youngwritershousehold Picture day, picture day... I hope my hair's looking okay. Line is moving, I'm up next... No one's absent, no pretext.
Who's that girl. Where's she from. Where's she going. Why's she come. Do you like her. Is she hot. Go and leave me here to rot. Am I nothing next to her. Is she gorgeous, is she fair.
"Ooh, look at me. I'm gonna touch the butt!" ~Sheldon, Finding Nemo..
Days have gone by, exactly 13, Where are you hiding. You haven't been seen. One careless mistake, then suddenly you're gone, Where are you now. To where have you run.
With sword of silver, shield in hand, I wait patiently for your command. Held tightly in your warm embrace, Your gentle smile, your lovely face.
(Woody's my dog) Woody's got the hiccups, It's driving him insane. It started just this morning, It's something quite profane.
Her feet were bare and freezing, but she couldn't go home yet. Not with her hads empty, no, Father wouldn't like that. He'd beat her again, and she didn't want to be beaten.
I am a single act of kind, I am free of heart and mind. I am a second chance, a gleam of hope. I am a hand, a length of rope. I am a friendship kept alive, I am the final chance to strive.
Take my advice, never eat moldy cheese, It'll get to you before you can sneeze, And cut through your sanity like a knife, Before you know, before your eyes is flashing by your life.
"Waiter. Oh, Waiter. May I please have my check. The food was great, I'm stuffed to my neck. The soup, I daresay, was particualry nice. Nice and sweet, elegantly spiced.
B ake the batter, lick the spoon, R ightous joy to come real soon, O ven's on an mixture's in, W ait a while, watch it begin...
Once upon a time, in a far away place, Over the mountain and under the glace, A small village boy you'd think you mistook, Gleamed as he opened his very first book.
EUCK. ACK. It's under the rug. What maleovolent horrible bug. Oh. Eek. It's close to my shoe. Get it away, what should I do. Jesus, it's fumed. Look at it rankle. Oh, dear Lord it's climbing my ankle.
A single 'meow' to make me smile. It's been going on for a while. And though it's making me real glad— I know it's driving Woody mad. *Woody's my dog.
#youngwritersemotion Hold my fragile heart, unbroken still by lust. Untainted by desire, I leave it in your trust. Hold my tiny hand, resting on your bossom.
#emotion Thanks for @MrAlex and @Jamtots for choosing my piece as the winner. Alright, so I'll make this short: the emotion will be...
Running through the grass fields in a game of hide and seek, Picking up fresh lilies and swimming in the creek.
Wrote this one a while back... Not as long ago as I'd wish, though... I'm not going in there. Who knows what might attack. What if a vampire sees me and decides it wants a snack.
#nature #snow A vocious sneer behind your smile, To fool a man just for a while. A smell of death behind your wings, Like crismon scarlet in the snow.
#youngwritersemotion I have a dog whose name is Woody, And sometimes, for no reason, he gets rather moody. So in attempt to get his ass to lark, Our family took him to the park.
#movement #youngwritershousehold Close your eyes and clear your mind, And shake away your sorrows. Break you chains, become unbound, And wander where light follows.
#emotion #Fanatical Teeth pearly white, eyes ivory green, His hair is soft, his muscles lean. His beautiful smile, his flawless skin, He couldn't be more perfect if he had a twin.
#household My hero is brave and saves the day, At night he chases the monsters away, You'd be shocked by how many dragons he'd slay, If only he'd been able to stay...
"Sometimes me think 'what is friend?' and then me say: 'friend is someone to share the last cookie with.'" ~Cookie.
#household Alriiiiighty you guys.
#emotion Waiting. And thinking. Time paaaassssiiiinnngggg. Clock t.i.c.k.i.n.g. Dog barking. Twin YELLING. Where do you think Inspiration is dwelling. Pen swirling. Head w•h•i•r•l•i•n•g.
Oh my god, I still can't believe I won against such wonderful entries. Congratulations to everyone that participated, top notch.
#youngwritershousehold #door A true best friend... Sadness. Despair. Totally alone. When my world crumbles down, heart beating sore. In need of a friend. In need of a hug.
Head bragging. Tail wagging. He's a plague of whom I can't get rid. Paws scratching. Great acting. I'm not gonna give in to his plead. Small whimper. Faint simper. He's really gave it his best.
Hey, guys. Now, most of you probably don't give a fladoodle about this, but the things is that I'm kind of new to this whole Opuss thing, and, very embarrassingly, I have a doubt.
#household #wonder If you walk across a bus stop, in the middle of the night; You're likely to be met with a sobering sight.
@household The rain fell silently. He could hear the pattering as it hit the ground, the roof on top of him, the cars on the street.
#household Unbuttoning my skirt to make way for more food; Today I sin; I'm eating a bit more than I should.
#household Peek into my mirror, only of you dare. If you decide to go for it, be careful not to stare.
When first I saw it, I was eight. Instead of sleeping, I stayed up late.
You're stronger than you believe, braver than you seem, and smarter than you think. ~Christopher Robbin.
#household Bob was a happily married house fly, Who liked to eat fruit and buzz lazily by. He was blessed with 2 beautiful larvae and a wife, Whose constant complaining usually ended in strife.
#household @Glen My goldfish's name is Chicken; I know, I know, weird name. But 'tis the name thus written, which added to his fame.
I swore I'd never let you go, As you look down on me below. Watching you go, a small point of red, So many things have remained unsaid.
@Hermione28 The clock struck one. All around you, the shadows stirred. The walls moved. You knew you weren't alone. You could feel it. Sense it. Smell it in the air.
"When the world turns its back on you... Kick its ass.".
The very things that hold you down are going to be what lift you up. ~Timothy Mouse.
"You gotta put your behind in your past." ~Pumbaa.
Wise people talk because they have something to say. Dumb people talk because they have to say something..
Let's put a SMILE on that face. —The Joker..