Delete? I'm thinking about deleting my account on here....but do you guys want me to? I'll keep it if I get enough feedback but if I don't, then it's 'goodbye' to Opuss. I need more memory space and this app might be one to go but if my #poems are liked on here and people actually enjoy them then I shall reconsider. ~Puppet

She's Disappearing It's like she's watching herself deteriorate away to dust. Her heart freezing over, making her lungs rust. Wishing o wishing she was as light as a feather. But only glancing in the mirror puts her under the weather. Maybe she's not doing something right. Making herself feel so light. For some reason the numbers keep going down. She's wasting away without a sound.

I've Been Missing You... You are the one that see everything... and you are the most blind. Shall things tilt one way... it would seem your memory forgot all about us. The further things tilt... the faster I inch away from your warm arms. ~Puppet

Only Mine. This is a journal. I sit down and let my thoughts write themselves. Tell a story. My story. Even if sad or happy, mad or outspoken, quiet or loud. It's only mine to tell. And if written with all my feelings, they'll hopefully reach you. ~Puppet

You're All Ridiculous You're all ridiculous, the way you smile your evil grin and stare. You're all stupid, to think me being happy is so rare. You're all mean, when you call me those names and laugh. You're all inconsiderate, how you think they don't cut me in half. You're all nasty, when it comes to responding to my #life. You're all impatient, cause you think I take too long to reach for a knife. You're all unbelievable, to think that words & actions don't burn a hole in my heart. You're all ridiculous, and you've known it from the start. ~Puppet {written Nov. 7, 2012}