Ophielia Nyx : Writing

Stuck-Up Much?

Stuck-Up Much?

A Poem by Ophielia Nyx


One timeI was on Writers Cafe and a pompous man had nerve to say "your writing is sad" "your limericks are bad" So I decked him and ran away
Yay.A limerick about an annoying teenager.

Yay.A limerick about an annoying teenager.

A Poem by Ophielia Nyx


There once was a lass from OK. who had not the sense to obey she drove her mum mad so her mum was quite glad When her young irritance went away
Her Love

Her Love

A Poem by Ophielia Nyx


How do I describe it--? Or her rather She personified love, sacrificing her time but caring little it was gone. She had so much energy running ..
Bedimpled Little Monsters

Bedimpled Little Monsters

A Poem by Ophielia Nyx


I hate kids. You wanna know why? They smell like pee and they ALWAYS cry They make alot of noise andI want to kick them out oh yes, I hate kid..

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