I'm Ok' I look up and see them Your two big brown eyes looking down at me Why do I feel like they are searching me As you ask that cliched question 'How are you' You're reaching a hand down I want to grab it But I know too much If you pull me up I'll only fall back down Harder I trust you But I can't Take your hand You'll drop me I'm scared Please just hold me Can't you hear me Please console me Please just stay Don't believe me I don't mean it Please don't leave me 'Im ok'

Smiles Are Deceptive Smiles are deceptive Mine's painted on An extra layer added For all the things that went wrong There are flicks at the edges But the laughter's gone Evidence of my toil My story, my song Smile they say Then every thing will be ok A smile is enough To Improve any day Just smile And all your troubles will go away That is what they say My smile is the perfect facade To hide beneath It's even become waterproof To the tears I weep It's finds a way censor out The words I speak It manages to stop me When I sound too deep My smile is my protection From the truth I see If they could see past it They'd be seeing me And that's my greatest fear To simply be The imperfect girl behind the smile That no one would believe Was me Smiles are deceptive Mine's painted on An extra layer added For all the things that went wrong There are flicks at the edges But the laughter's gone Evidence of my toil My story, my song

Any Ideas? I'm stuck on ideas for what to write a #poem on, any ideas?

Why I <3 Opuss Hmm, I find myself wondering why I am so drawn to Opuss. I don't have many likes, followers or even Opusses but I still always find myself returning to this app. It could be the idea of interacting with people, or the 'like' factor. It could be the thought that you're making an imprint on the world (however small). But I think it may just be the fact that it feels as though for a few moments the whole world is listening. What do you have to say?

Writers Block She tried to find the words she meant Peered at the ominous spaces Each metaphor thought up Exiled to the prison of doubt Betrayed by cliche Unoriginal Was her pen leaking Or was it just her mind Because ideas had found a way To suddenly escape Inky blotches filling space The place for letters defiled As pen hit paper Finally words were created Only to be eradicated Dominated by thick lines Sentences trapped Betrayed, Forgotten, unneeded Think. Try again. Don't give up. Her pencil was discarded Her paper screwed tight Once again it won Writers block