Archive | April 26, 2021

I want to paint…

I want paint…

I want to paint

a shimmering sun blazing down onto the crystal clear water gently lapping onto the golden beach, I want to paint a busy street of London in 1893 with all the wonderful feelings of the exiting midnight ball and style, I want to paint a silhouette ricocheting off a jagged rock, I want to paint a shimmering daisy swaying in its clear vase in front of the dusty cottage window looking out onto a stable of running horses.

I want to paint

stadium of Olympia cheering the hot and sweaty athletes running for the great win of the battle, I want to paint a freshly picked orange on a hot summers day in ancient Greece, I want to paint a monster destroying and devouring all of the colossal buildings.

I want to paint

A dripping ice rocket lolly in a suburban beach house holiday in Spain writing in my old fashioned diary and quill set I got on Christmas morning.

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

I want to paint…

i want to paint

 

I want to paint

a cyan crystal glimmering underneath the spotlight inside of a museum , the scent of freshly baked

bread coming out of the oven ,  sound of the wind rushing past my ears

and the seagulls screeching on the beach , the sound of trees rustling in the wind on

an autumn evening.

 

I want to paint

The smell of a burger getting cook on a barbeque,  the sound of silence in a doctors office while

your waiting to go in, the horrible sound of a fork scraping on a plate, the scent of newly flowers on a spring morning, a small squirrel springing across the tops of trees in vast forest, the sound of fresh lettuce getting bitten into, the scent of chlorine from a swimming pool ,

 

I want to paint

The smell of a pizza leaving the oven the melted cheese sizzling, the thoughts of a little kid, the wonders of the would

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

the deafening silence before a snake pounces on its prey

 

I want to paint…

a bath bomb recached as it hits the the surface of the bath

 

I want to paint…

The smell of diesel fumes soothing through my nose as I devour a baguette with cheese in

 

I want to paint…

the smell of the of flames as a house burns down as I eat an apple

I want to paint…

the smell of joy as your consumed in daisy and hope

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint a scratch an irritating that can never be itched

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint

 

I want to paint

the serene feeling of  loud, rushing waves lapping over my feet as I drink a refreshing lemonade, while I relax on the beach I hear new born Loggerhead turtles scuttling across the beach.

 

 

I want to paint

the smell of a hot chocolate with warm, gooey marshmallows floating above the surface like clouds as I sit near the warm campfire, while I stare out the window I see an amazing sight of historical monuments which are over centuries old.

 

 

I want to paint

a fearless wolf focusing on the silence of the deadly night while his pack hunts their vulnerable prey, as I smell the fragrance of roses being brushed by the cold wind calmly.

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

I want to paint…

 

I want to paint…The constant suspense of matters between life and death.

A cat slick as a ninja creeping in the moonlight.

The deadliness of venom infecting the body.

 

I want to paint…  A butterfly flying gracefully fluttering down like a feather from a bird.

The spark of a flame flying through the air, landing and burning out.

An abandoned village creepier than a pitch black forest.

 

I want to paint…The silence of an empty street at the darkest point at night.

An owl souring through the skies like a cheeta sprinting to its prey.

 

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

 

I want to paint

A black Lamborghini racing down the m4 at 140 mph , a demons thoughts of why they got sent down to hell instead of heaven , a  moonlight shining down on earth like a lightning bolt , the smell of Nicki Minaj perfume on my mum ,  the taste of crunching into a big mac burger slipping inside of your tummy , the smell of freshly cut roses on a cold winter’s day , the smell of freshly new cut grass , the crunch of French fries as you clench your teeth.

 

I want to paint

A raindrop dropping into a massive puddle ricocheting on to the slippy road , the smoke from a burning fire running through the greenest forest of them all , the blue sapphire ocean over – lapping on the bright west coast , the feeling of excitement of getting ice cream from the ice cream van in the summer holidays , a sunset rising up in the dawn of the day , an alien planet zooming out of a black hole  from outer space .

 

I want to paint

A cheetah sprinting at 80 mph jumping on an antelope digging in its neck , the feeling of going into secondary for the first time in your life , a dream of scoring a last minute winner in the world cup final , the feeling of going on stage on a dance competition thinking your going to mess up , the snow falling down from the magnolia white clouds , the dream of when you try to scream but actually you whisper .

 

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

 

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint!

 

I want to paint…

the flavour of a nice warm, brown hazelnut chocolate bar whilst nestled in a cosy blanket watching a film, a black wolf howling in the moonlight sitting on a mossy, smooth cliff whilst her pups eat a left over deer, a bear on a tractor with a nerf gun eating dear riding on mossy, green grass.

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint the sweet smell of sausage rolls fresh from the oven, a lunchbox getting filled with goodies like chocolate, sweets, twix, mars, HAM SANDWICH! A  golden beach in Greece with lapping aqua seas, a girl with a spotty, red dress eating a mint choc chip ice-cream, I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

 

I want to paint…

 

 

 

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

 

The feeling of blowing candles on my beautiful blue birthday cake

, of the scent of my mother Mary’s perfect perfume piercing

through the air , the taste of fish and chips on the sparkling

special sea, the feeling of splashing swiftly through the

chorine filled swimming pool and the scent of a soothing

shampoo just brought from a shop

 

I want to paint

 

The silence of the waiting room of a heroic hospital

,the taste of a warm pastry getting soaked in my

saliva, the scorching summer’s day melting a mouth

watering wonderful ice cream and the sight of a towering

mountain dwarfing anyone that climbs it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint

I want to paint a living skeleton detective looking at a dead body, which has a ruby red jacket reflecting moon light crawling on the detective’s body as he inspects the old corps. I want to paint the sound of a fire leaning over the cottage living room reaching for freedom. The smell of the BBQ as the food melts the aroma of my dad’s freshly made hotdogs and patties.

I want to paint a dingo running after its prey in the Australian deset  the prey’s last minute of exetens until the void over comes its eyes. The taste of a apple fresh from the tree and its lands on the pillow like grass.

 

 

 

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint

the smell of a freshly brewed latte on a cold winter day, as the sweet smell flows around the air and the froth gets left on your lip like a cloud nestled in sky. The electric sound of the noisy whisk foaming up the steaming hot milk. The trickling tap slowly dripping down on the hard metal from the sink crawling into the drain as it swallows it whole.

I want to paint

the buzz of chattering people at the park on a sunny day. A crimson Frisbee soaring off like a rocket ship into space. A golden retriever trying to find a cat to bark at. A little girl clutching a chocolate ice cream so tightly that it might burst and make a huge mess everywhere.

I want to paint

the old wooden table at dinner time. The smell of a huge dish of mashed potatoes in an old china bowl. The constant steam floating off of the gravy pot like a wish. The warm feeling inside to know that you are having your favourite meal with your family.

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.