Social #life By Dimsim's cousin because she hijacked Dimsim's phone #life is a gift, friends are a gift when those two go together #life becomes really awesome! But when holidays come and you are not seeing your friends every day, you find social media and you discover this whole new world yet to discover. And then social media begins to take over your #life. You see, talking to people over the Internet is so much easier and you can think about what to say before you click enter . However that comment will remain up on the Internet forever. Just think about what you are telling your friends and of you would say that to their face. I know that is what everyone warns you but please think about it! And if you know morse code: .. .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- .- - Dimsims Cousin

They were trapped in the same storm, But only one could see the rainbow

#haiku Challenge Hello, Opussians! I know, I'm four days late. My Internet cable came down in a storm. But anyway, the winner of the #haiku challenge goes too...(drumroll please) @AmethystEyes2014! Well done, and over to you.

#haiku Challenge Thank you, @isabellastokes for selecting my piece. The new theme for the ##haikuchallenge is change. You have three days from now!

Too Late I gave you my heart and soul Nothing was mine, but ours The loving part was my role Thinking of you 'till morning hours Lying down, tears streaming down my face Clutching a photo of you I will never win this race I had no idea what to do I gave you my heart but you pushed it away My love was never returned My love and my heart you wish to slay While for you I yearned I wish that I could stop loving you But you are the best fish in the sea Why can't you love me too? What is so repulsive about me? I added a few paragraphs to the end of our #poem, but I think I made them a bit too dark: *later* As soon as I heard, I rush there. Despite what I had been told, I kept saying to myself it wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Disappointed? Yes. Depressed? Maybe. But suicidal? I sprinted as fast as I could towards where I was told the body was. My heart plummeted as I read the headstone. Through tears, I read a name. The same name that had been on the bottom of a multitude of love letters. Below that, was a date. And below that, was a message: Committed suicide after writing #poem about unreturned love. RIP. "I'm sorry."