Mother, The day I learnt to tie my own shoe laces you sat beside me, pausing the aching earth beneath me You exhaled a proud exchange between your lips which filled my skies of its#moonand ocean of stars— those lips never stopped kissing my father's old heart. You became gentle as the cotton that rested upon my sleeping spine while I was the absentminded fingers, the silvers of your hands had polished. You were the summoning gaps between my teeth of greeting apology— shy in admiration like a child's burning cheek from a fever, from a fall's untimely chance. You were years of home in the soles of my feet, binding each vein of hope, no God could ever extinct. And the day I tied the knot, You were the pressed flower tucked between the pocket by my chest, closest to where I always know you would be.

For Lack Of A Better Title #augustwriteaday #abandoned Abandoned is this mind where it lays, Quietly settling to its uninspired ways The busy hands of a clock that ticks, Had I not tried, it would have taken me weeks. When I close my eyes the rust comes over Maybe they're just signs of me getting older But as I read the gathered stories of Opussia's writes It gave me a little push to put up a fight. So I penned down my chugging thoughts Bullet fast, I emptied the slots Maybe they're not much to a reader's eyes But it really is much better than living in sighs.

A Deathly Chase #augustwriteaday #run Into the dark night of this growing forest His breath is drawing near He begins to hum a familiar chorus To what the other victims would always hear The sound of death rung loud in the thin air; He had raped and butchered my sister Lily Now, a hunt for the runner is all he cares Afterall, I'm the only one left in my family I ran and ran, till I lost my breath To a drop so sudden, it hit my chest A laughter grew close, as I fell down deep A figure had towered over me, for a little peep. I mustered my strength and let out a scream Before running out of energy and inner steam My body had betrayed me with fear and pain, But nothing hurts more than dying in vain. The last I saw was my murderer's face When he sliced a piece of my flesh for a little taste I had felt nothing as I witnessed my own surrender As my hands and legs, he had taken time to dismember.

She Is Criminal, But I Approve #acorns (This was the very first post I shared on Opuss) I know not well those whispering hips, They pardon whole my silent lips Of many words that curse its groove, She is criminal but I approve. In a night of desire, the lights are dim But the bright of fire is a spark redeem. Quite a few, and rarely so, Have my eyes laid on a beautiful glow. I know not well the voice within, They hold me in and wear me thin. I flipped a smile and spoke in sound Now you're mine, home and bound.

Dear, Ignorant Snob Ah what a complete, utter snob You wear your nose so high You walk around with a face of a blob And an attitude, no one can defy. You think you're full of moral, But you're as empty as a shell You're a person full of quarrel And your heart's probably lost in hell You think you're someone who is organized But your shit's laying everywhere To you, people just patronize Cause you're wasted space and air. You say you're a nature loving person and that human beings are shit God it's people like you that make this place seem like it Criticizing others' methods of the way they show their care As if you're somebody learned, from books you've taken time to stare. Your successes are naught You want some business deals done You tie others to your schedule's knot While you're out there having fun. I'm just saying you're not as wonderful as you already think you are And you know for a fact, alone, you're not going to make it very far. Because if you're keeping that stinking attitude of yours, Then hey, it's only going to be your fucking loss. - Sorry for the angsty rant, folks. Had to get it out of my system.