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The Cycle Of My Life

I have never climbed the tall icy mountains of Mount Everest, but I have climbed the rock wall at Clip and Clime, I have never captured a fish, but I have seen fish swimming in the ocean blue.

I have never seen a T – Rex, but I have built Lego dinosaurs, I have never ran the marathon, but I have done many laps around the playground, I have never touched a fossil, but I have made clay sculpture of things.

I have never beat Usain Bolt in a race, But I have beat fast runners through the playground.

I have… I have not…

I have never fallen from the top of big ben, but I have from my bunk bed and really hurt my head.

I have never showed my iPad screen to my friends, but I have shown my phone screen to them.

I have never got hacked on a social media, but I have got hacked on my favourite game [roblox] .

I have never worn the queens tiara, but I have worn a plastic replica.

 

 

my painting journey

I want to paint…

The taste of marshmallow trees like butter.

The smell of dandilions swaying in the wind

The sound of a warewolf howling at the moon

The memory of grandpa peter and his deadly life

The impossibility of and everlasting sweet rain on an island

 

imagine if I could paint…

I want to paint a daisy field covered in puffy pink clouds that I can relax on after a hard day at school.

I want to paint a hangout room for me and my friends, that has L.E.D lights covering the ceiling, and a big screen T.V, and you cant forget a P.S 5.

I want to paint a sandcastle that is getting washed away by the soft blue waves, whilst I am sitting by the beach in a lovely wavy dress imagining what it is like living in the ocean. I want to paint myself standing by the heaven gates getting accepted in by the angelic angels. I want to paint a majestic river flowing through the peaceful mountain valley, ending at a slow, soft and calm waterfall

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

The sound of water flowing down the stream, whilst the beautiful birds wake up the crazy children,

I want to paint the taste of KFC chicken crunchy in my mouth,

I want to paint, the smell of car engines roar through the air fingers,

I want to paint a crazy chicken in the washing machine singing the national anthem,

And for last… I want to paint the ending of this poem.

I want to paint…

I want to paint birds that is tweeting in the trees as I sing.

I want to paint humongous marshmallow’s that is as big as a tree.

I want to paint fish that has scales and is smaller than a rock.

I want to paint the sound of blasting music in my headphones.

I want to paint the taste of chicken nuggets from McDonalds.

I want to paint the impossibility of clouds sending us into the air.

I want to paint the memory of my family playing in the white snow.

I want to paint the memory of of me and my family at our caravan.

I want to paint the sound of crunching noises from the snow.

My painting journey…

I want to paint the sound of black and yellow bees buzzing through a vast field, whilst the dolphins splash in the shiny, blue water.

I want to paint the sight of someone peacefully listening to music whilst walking down a hill filled with flowers.

I want to paint the smell of a barbecue on a summer day whilst people are getting sprayed with water.

I want to paint the sight of people walking their dogs whilst they jumped into the lake getting soaked.

I want to paint every summer day from a few years ago when we were having water fights running around playing tag.

I want to paint the impossibility of a rainbow which you could walk on whilst eating marshmallows.

I want to paint the memory of being in the caravan with my family whilst laying on my bed talking to my brother.

I want to paint a

I want to paint the smell of hot chocolate in a cup.

I want to paint the memory of the last time I went on holiday.

I want to paint the sound of children playing in a field.

I want to paint the smell of a Lamborghini engine speeding down the highway

I want to paint the smell of shampoo when I wash my hair

 

 

imagine if I could paint…

I want to paint a daisy field covered in puffy pink clouds that I can relax on after a hard day at school.

I want to paint a hangout room for me and my friends, that has L.E.D lights covering the ceiling, and a big screen T.V, and you cant forget a P.S 5.

I want to paint a sandcastle that is getting washed away by the soft blue waves, whilst I am sitting by the beach in a lovely wavy dress imagining what it is like living in the ocean. I want to paint myself standing by the heaven gates getting accepted in by the angelic angels. I want to paint a majestic river flowing through the peaceful mountain valley, ending at a slow, soft and calm waterfall

my paint house

I want to paint the smell of exhaust fumes bellowing out of  a lambo.

I want to paint the smell of ice cream slowly melting in my mouth.

I want to paint the sound of a black stripe roaring tiger.

I want to paint  the memory of my tent when I was brushing my teeth, my tent fell down.

I want to paint salty, chip dipped into ice cream.

I want to paint the dark stary space.