15 year old Danish boy who loves music and words!
He's older than anyone I've ever met before. And if he's human, like the rest, he will live no more. He is wisdom, he is memory, he is all that was.
A true genius is the person who can tell the difference between knowledge and wisdom.
We both agree. That it was she,. Not me. And when we. Were at the sea. It was he. By the tree. He was filled with glee. When I hurt my knee. He's really a flea. Yet, he set me free. He had the key.
I mean, I would if I could But I don't know if I should I was good where I stood But I was misunderstood And now all I have left is my wood Oh god, this made no sense......
Imagine you're in a big empty room, with a stone floor. Now imagine all light goes off. It's so dark, you can almost feel it pressing against your eyes.
I'm falling Falling into an endlessly deep, dark, black hole I can't stop falling I have to get back up I can't I need help Someone help me Please....
I've always thought the best feeling in the world would be something absolutely and completely amazing.
I told myself that the most important of New Year resolutions is to be honest. I'm gonna try that. ..... I'm on the toilet ......
It's January, and a new year has begun. Some might fear it, but I look forward to the things I think and hope I will achieve, as I always do.
I love eyes, They're one if the most complex things ever created through nature.
I woke up this morning, feeling rather blue. I looked at my alarm clock, and then at my wonderful view. After some time, thinking yesterday through. I went downstairs, and discovered you.
I thought you didn't exist. Up until now. But you showed up in the mist. And you know just how. I'm terrified of you. With your yellow eyes. And even though my fear of you is new. You make me realise.
Its no secret that I don't believe in God But lately something happened that I found rather odd I met someone I would end up loving Someone so perfect, even Megan Fox is nothing.
PLEASE FOLLOW ME!.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door....
- and then, out of the blue, came my friend and told me I was a traitor and a thief, and that I had taken his girl. First of all, nothing had happened between us yet.
It was my first week back from my one year trip to London when I met her for the first time. Actually, to be completely honest, I didn't really notice her.
Everyone says that the end if the world is December 21st 2012. Well, first of all the Mayans never said the world would end there. They just haven't written a longer calendar.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!". I hear myself shout. It's seven in the morning and I have to get out. It's just so difficult. to get out of bed. When the heaviest thing on Earth is your head.
He was sitting on the plane to China, thinking about what had happened. What had he done wrong. How had they found him. He knew he would have to find a new place to stay.
When he had gotten to the top of the large oak tree, the first wolf started howling. It had smelled him. He panicked, knowing that if he didn't do anything right now, they would kill him.
He thought they were going to leave without noticing him, when suddenly it struck him. If he could smell them, their wolves would definitely be able to smell him too.
He was running as fast as he could. Not thinking about anything else than his feet and the ones chasing him. Not looking at anything but the forest ahead of him.
I though I'd make a little rhyme About the (for me) most peaceful time The time of the day where I feel relief When I end up feeling light as a leaf This is the time, once or twice a day Where a...
Do I even like writing. Or do I feel as if it is necessary for me to write. I mean, no matter what, I still choose to do it, so there must be some kind if joy in doing it.
I was thinking what I could write on Opuss. I was completely out of ideas and was just about to turn off my iPhone and go back to reading, but then I thought.
"This sentence is a lie" ^ True or false. Comment!.
When I think about something, I usually think in words, sounds and pictures.
The sentence "no words are needed" is (funnily enough) made up of 100% words..
Sitting in my sofa. Drinking a cup of tea. Eating a piece (or twenty) of chocolate. Watching tv or reading a book. This might not be what I'm supposed to do. But This is what I always do.
It was on a Sunday I kissed you the first time. It wasn't a long kiss, not a particularly perfect kiss, just a kiss. It was a special kiss. A kiss from you.
It's morning, but feels like night It's pitch dark, not a hint of light I'm lying in my bed, thinking about the one And about the football match, and about who won I'm thinking I have to get up,...
I'm not sad. I haven't lost anyone, or had my heart broken, or been close to death. In happy for that. Or at least I thought I was until now.
The little, beautiful fly. Was born on Sunday night. For the first time in eternity. The fly would see the light. Today is a big day. Life has been created. A fly has been born.
I'm just a person Why would I know. But I do know And that's what makes me a person.
Time is a term created by humans. Time would not be time if we hadn't defined it. And what is time. Why does time exist.
The human mind. Everything we experience, everything we feel, everything we think about is all because of our brain. It is what tells us how things look, sound, feel, smell and taste.
We are humans. We separate us from animals because we can think about things that they can't. We are aware of ourselves and we can think ahead. We have fantasy, we can imagine things that don't exist.
I was sitting in my couch Thinking about writing Nothing in particular Just writing something I picked up my phone Opened Opuss Pressed "Compose" And stopped I had absolutely nothing to write I...
I'm sitting at home Showing a dimple Why do you ask.
Hello there, how are you. Yeah, come on. Smile. No, I've never met you too But why not say a hello every once in a while?.
Why is it that writers tend to avoid using the word fuck.
I can't rhyme But I would really like to I guess I just need A minute or three To think about what rhymes with what And learn the different sounds For example, isn't that A word that rhymes with...
I don't get people who "think" Even some of my closest friends "think" I wish them good luck with that - I also know someone who plays tennis.
It's raining The birds are singing I'm writing it.
I have a feeling A feeling worth feeling A feeling of happiness It's about next year That beautiful year A year of love, nothing less And I know next year Will be a fantastic year Because I met a...
Here's a poem for you. And yes, I'm sorry, but it's really just another love poem. But you know, I have to write it anyway.
Christmas is here. Christmas is here. What do we care. It's just an artificial, chaotic, useless month, only kept alive by shops using the opportunity to steal some extra money from the naive public.
I was asked to make a short poem.
"It's here. It's here!" I hear my sister shout I ask her what's up and she says look out.
I have a great life I am in love I have all my family with me I have a great school I am satisfied with myself And right now, my only concern is why no one follows me on Opuss.
Time Why does it exist. Without time nothing would happen Nothing would move Nothing would ever be said or done But what is time.
I don't get why poems have to rhyme Why can't people just write from time to time.
Sometimes I think I'm smaller than a grain of salt Sometimes I think I'm bigger and better than everyone else But truth is I'm nothing less and nothing more Than me And I'm great.
Death doesn't matter As long as life is worth living But life isn't worth living So death doesn't matter.