I once discovered an app called opuss
But I thought my writing was Atrocious
People were friendly and kind
And with their words I now find
That my writing is no longer hopeless.
Meooow!
I once discovered an app called opuss
But I thought my writing was Atrocious
People were friendly and kind
And with their words I now find
That my writing is no longer hopeless.
Meooow!
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Opuss has given me a love of words and writing...
I don't feel safe in my skin My tormented spirit within I scream and I shout I want to get out But I'm just forever locked in.
Awoke in a panic from the sky falling and the seas shattering to see the uneven coloring of the iris's of a dog. The colors that bring me back to the reality of today And tomorrow.
Each day : I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it.
They called him the spark. A brilliant light in the dark. Turned the night into day. Always made you feel OK. A million watts of fun was he. Plugged into Ever - ton. Always played his own game.
[U]nable to let go. [N]ot right to hold tight. [R]eally not fine though. [E]ven if I wish I might. [Q]uietly I suffer through. [U]nder a disguise. [I]n my house I do. [T]hings that seal my demise.
Once upon a time, There was a short rhyme Teaching youngsters not to smoke But then the rhyme wasn't posted Because the apple was roasted.
There was a young girl from Belgravia Who painted her ass like a Dahlia, The colour was fine, The design was Devine, But the smell was rather a failure..
Your love is a fire that burns in my heart.That fuels my mind and soul.Without your love my heart shall break,and hell shall take me away from this place.
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