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The great heist

The wind blew roughly against her face almost blowing her hood down. Nobody was around,but she couldn’t take the risk again. Nobody saw her,but they all know what she did. “The great heist…” repeated in her head as anger flickered in her eyes. A leaf blew viciously,knocking her hood down…JEMMA.

Believe.

In my head everything is a journey. As I sit in the back of the car on the way to school I just think, I don’t sing or chat, I just sit like a sloth, silent and still.When, I read I just take the story in, I don’t wait and pretend because I find it boring, I imagine and believe every word. Before I say something I think about if I should say it or not, I am as thoughtful as a tiger, knowing when to pounce and when not to. In my head I believe everything people say but soul does not. I wish I could stand up to say what I think when something isn’t right but I don’t have the confidence and courage. All I ever do is believe.

The Bicycle By Ruby

The bike with rust setting in from the rain,

has loose handles that aren’t quite the same.

Leaning against the bark of the tree,

the pedals swing with a screech in the breeze.

It’s worn out seat,sitting in the cold looks like it’s getting old.

It’s paint peels off as it turns grey and hopes that it’ll be used one day.

The theme park

The haunted theme park that is rusty old rides that is waiting to be used again.

The Ferris wheel is like a a big rusty bagel.

The carts are like waltzer  carts spinning round as fast as a mouse running round a spoon.

 

What are you?

You are a perfect peach

like a frozen flame in the warm sunlight.

 

You are the impossibility of burning frost,

a silent radio, a perfect world.

 

You are the albino glare,

of the romantic moonlight.

 

You are a furious rouge bulldog,

bounding down Berry Cross.

You are….. By:Ruby.

You are the soft smell of warm cookies that have the sweet taste of melted chocolate.

You are a beautiful star waiting to shine in the night sky.

You are the number 8 twisting this way and that on your journey to 100.

You are a calm mindful cloud looking down on still, green, juicy grass.

You are the fear of a very large tarantula scuttling across the floors of Australia, ready to bite someone’s leg.

You are the movement of a glorious golf club swinging into a golf ball.

You are the horror and spookiness of a Halloween evening.

You are a fantastic Friday, a very calm and sweet day.

You are the colour yellow: bubbly, bright and beautiful.

You  are a traffic light flashing bright feelings and lights to everyone.

You are the quiet sound of snoring like a bumble bee going Zzzzzz.

You are the satisfying image of a book’s pages rustling on the table.

You are at the end of this poem!

You are…

You are a monkey dangling on the tree.

You are as white as the clouds floating by like a fluffy spaceship.

You are the smell as a dump of chicken poo.

You are so squeaky like peppa pig sliding down a lever sofa.

You are as thin as a pencil.

You are as a hot as the oven door when I walk past it on a winters day.

You are as yellow as a bright sunflower shining in the sun.

You are as taste galaxy chocolate.

You are the touch as a bath bomb fizzing against ur skin.

You are as bony as a chicken leg getting thrown in the bin at KFC.

You are as spikey as a hedgehog.

You are a summers day melting on my finger tips.

You are a spider crawling up my back.