16-year-old polish girl, A-level English Language student, who is trying to prepare for the exam by putting the English to practice :) New hobby? I think so!
Silence Soft whispers of the waterfall, Flowers singing in the wind, Birds saluting the sunrise, Spring rain tapping softly. Oh, how sweet is the sound of silence
She Came She came to the young lonely soldier, Freezing in the trench It was the morning of his nineteenth year, His hands numb, his teeth clenched. She came to him with a bullet kiss His eyes glazed, he went back home. His heart was warm remembering her face, Her sky blue eyes, black hair with a bow. She came to a blossoming girl, With a shovel in her hand. The Germans dressed her in stripes, seized her curls, With a gun at her head, made her dig sand. She came to her with hunger's embrace, Her ears muted the enemy's words. All she heard was theatre music, Romeo's face, The ringing of bells, the clench of swords. She came to those men and boys, She came to girls and women, Who under their breath, sang their nation's songs, Took the guns when the day blackened. She came to them in uniforms, Their pride was stolen, their flag was torn. They fought to get back the days of freedom, But she was evil, she is war.
#colour Challenge Results This was probably the hardest thing I had to do on Opuss. The response I got was absolutely fantastic. It was so hard to pick the winner and I rearranged the top 3 many times. But here it goes........ 3rd place: this goes to absolutely brilliant @LivvyBlueEyes Her piece was written in a really lovely way and I really enjoyed reading it! Congratulations! 2nd: @AJBrown your #poem was so beautiful. It had a lovely rhythm to it and an amazing choice of words. 1st goes to... @patdolan83 I'm not going to lie, I'm a big fan of your work and this piece just blew me away. The colour challenge goes to you now! Thank you to everyone who took part, it was so hard to pick the winner, and now I shall go fight writer's block.
#colour Challenge Just reminding everybody that you still have time until Thursday to write something to do with VIOLET!
Bittersweet Your breath upon my neck, Your hands on my skin, Sending shivers down my spine. Your gentle caress, Whispers in my ear, Your tone urgent, "Please be mine." Your gentle kiss, Warms my lips, Your mouth, it seems so bitter, But, Oh, I wish It wasn't you His kiss would've been sweeter.
