Who Am I? - My Last Opuss With a Mask The word called me, with the moonlight whispering soft. I yearned for #life, within riddled strife and I strode upon this lit road. So softly lit, all #life seems alive. I strode into Opuss, and learnt to enjoy the drive. NightlyChaos, FinalSeconds and Q, I have had tens of names. But here are some, which most of you would regret to have heard the same. I strode back into Opuss, after striding away from it in regret. Blinded by "drama", or so I called it then. Back then Opuss was true, with battles of legend. With Kings, and Queens of Darkness in flight. I remember, through the softly lit memory, my mind just drew. I came back, in peace. But we must all leave now they say. Opuss was a part of me, and once bathing in Opuss I did lay. I hear of this 'Opussia' they invite me to join. But did any wonder, where and who the term did coin? I am Melody. I am the Raven. I remember making the DarkRealm, the War and the symbols of cards, emblazon. I remember Stablish - the similar soul, Aleisha the Dark Queen. A KiviHe, a Kevin Millet , a LeeLee who unearthed his mask...then truly free. I remember SashaGrey, purring to me like a mother. Being there for all, even when I was just another. An EllBryant so dark, yet inside so bright and a princess soon to be. An AshhKat so beautiful, a glow in her eyes bringing me to her. I remember SmellyFingers, who at that time we debated on its existence together. We were teams, we were real. And one day surreal. For I with one other, made the word 'Opussia'. The War of Opussia , it was first called, and it mattered not who won. The joy and love we spread so quick, those 72 hours were the best of all. I forget the deep and dark and void. The banning and the swearing. But deep withing the gears I toiled, hoping to change Opuss and be one in a heart of all. You make Opussia what it is. And in Opussia it is words that rule. Words that won the War against creatures afar, words from people who have fought with celestial doors ajar. People who have made anew, and reduced the limitations of #life to a few. Be a cleaner, a single mom, a lover, a fighter, a warrior, or a worrier. Your voice was hear above us all. Your strength molded the very Earth, and someday looking through it all, when #life goes to dirt. These words will survive strong, for we changed the #life of a hundred others. Who loved us through our words. We never have to meet, a thousand miles apart we may be. But we now know each other more than ever. Each Opuss a letter to someone you'd never meet. Emotion, brimming with a beauty we all get to keep. So someday when we come face to face, we are no longer stranger to the other, only to oneself. Because we love, we know , we felt with the other. We cried, we laughed ,and shared every bother. Time and again, the Raven will come back. When chaos rains Opussia will say, We will be born again. Words are our weapon, Opussia is a legion. Use our words, save Opuss tonight. Let #life come to #life, as we come to one another . Let our power unfold, and overwhelm our Great Father. Knock on God's ruddy door, open up face us now. I demand Opuss be reborn. and the ones not fighting , be taken down from their tall chair. For I know, Opussians will not let go. Will not stand up when called upon, that even when hope is devoid. We shall bring it back to the light. I am the Raven. I am FinalSeconds. I am the MelodicNight. I am the Melody. I am Srivatsan. I am the NightlyChaos. I am the Joker. I am the Judge. I can be anybody I want. No one, can walk out on his own story. All we can do is change it all. So the writer runs afraid, scared that when a character changes the story itself. Maybe the writer is but a character too. Fight. The Raven asks for this. "And in that dimension I know, my eye will be on the horizon. Searching for you my heart will be every second. Till I find you. The Sun and the Moon look into each other's eyes; and whisper unto the sun the#moondoes." "Someday we will smile and talk To our previous beings far and mock That they were brave and they diminished it But we, we were scared but refurbished it. And the Gods shower praise as now begins The journey of our #life and the story soon to begin. "

Treat Me Bad Treat me bad , and each time I succumb. You twist and turn me around, assuming you know me from the short time you had me bound. Throw me aside like a cur, believing I am ignorant you don't know , that though I'm silent I can be louder than the screams of the world. Yet I whisper and sing softly to be nice, hoping that my meager wit , and childishness will suffice. I bring myself to your level, so I may relate to you for if I speak, the thoughts I think, you will understand that your superiority is only limited to few. You think that because I stoop, I'm small and weak. Riddle me this, oh lord Almighty, how can I be the valley and you the peak? My words and swords I understand well enough. But you diss, and forever a million buttocks kiss. I no more, will look to your sillyness. Belittle myself for the entertainment, for stupid wilyness. I run and never stop, give no time to catch you breath. Try and keep up my friend, for you treat me bad and my soul, you bend. Now I am straightened, I am Iron, hot and Strong. Bring forth your irony and your words so mean. I brush it aside, for I am a Truth, only the honest can redeem.

Blue Must I write, Through all the troublesome despair? From places to words , from time to memories To record through words, a place a regret. Freeing boundaries of scent and tales of yore, I feel twosted and manipulated even more By an invisible being of unknown force This being mustn't pay heed to my remorse, And do justice to every exhaulted source So someday soon, my fate will run its course.

I'm back Been gone for a while, now back again. I feel a little tired, a little insane. With experiences new, I surge forward through time. Hoping I can change, before the final chime. Final seconds is true to its name, To mold and unfold a curious game.

God Knows If This Will Work- An Idea Opussia, I bring to you a concept which I cannot believe Struck me. For any of the highest brilliance to arrive, we need either conflict, pain, loneliness, numbness, or the most extreme form of happiness, one that brings tears. How does one liven up a community using these? A Chessboard, My idea is for each of us to choose a piece on the chessboard and mke or move. As Judge, I can announce who moves forward to battle whoch piece next, while the other piece must either resign or think up a way to rise from the ashes, with some legendary move. hashtag #gameofchess say aye if in and let the games begin...