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On my way home I met

I met a demon called Fade.

It laughs before it fades away.

It haunts the castle where it once stayed.

When you stare at it’s black hole like eyes it takes you when it fades.

 

I met an angel of Peace.

It has a halo that lit up every time it brought peace.

It looked like the brightest star in the galaxy.

When you call it’s name it goes back in time to one century at a time.

 

I met a man called Emptiness.

You can see inside him.

He is hollow.

He smiles but no emotion comes out of him.

He cries but no tears could be seen.

Unicorn

Moon unicorn

 

The moon unicorn, which is a rare type of flying horse is found near other planets in space. Every month unicorn oligists come to gather near the horizon and their windows in their house to find out more about these  amazing winged animal. During recent lockdown periods winged unicorn have become lonely and sad animals and have journeyed the milky way and the galaxy. To the delight of many people the unicorn has now been spotted in the sky taking advantage of England and America. However there a is more to be found about these creatures.

 

Behaviour 

 

The moon unicorn sometimes threatens other planets by doing stuff such as throwing asteroids at other planets and trues to kill astronauts and alienns. However he is most of the time nice because he has other friends to play with friends such as playing catch sd tag. He also helps with jobs such as cleaning other planets and taking care of his youngs.

 

Many people imagine that the creature can grant wishes for his children but this has yet to be proved. If you believe that one is glamping in your local area, it is probably best to keep this as a secret. They love if you have saved their trust. Remember through, these are wild creatures so do not try to ride them as they recently create instructions!  Lets keep all of this a secret. 

 

 

What are

What are?

What are fragile? A young baby’s hand, a tree growing as the days go by and a small boy’s feelings.  What are durable? A strong black chunk of obsidian, an adults feelings whilst in front of other people and the waves of the ocean when falling on it from a high place.

What are harmful? Words of despite aimed at you, a pet dying unexpectedly and knowing something bad is coming for you. What are helpful? The warmth of a hug

What are silent? An ants tiptoe, the sad emotions infecting you and knowing one of your friends and knowing someone is there for you and the joy if a silent disco. What are loud? The cry of a baby, the roar of the crowd at Glastumbry and the gust of a house rattling wind.

What are pretty? A red and yellow neon sunflower, and a green vegetated hills on the horizon. What are hideous? War in different countries causing harm, people littering making world harm and committing a crime.

 

What are ?

What are large? A holiday cruise liner gliding the glistening waters,an elephant’s trunk trumpeting for their babies and  dirt bikers brain concentrating on which rut to go to next.

What are small? A golden grain of scolding sand burning people’s feet, a rusty nail lying on the ground in the black ally ways and a pair of dice from monopoly game bounding around the board.

 

What are heavy? A shopping bag when ur mum goes to the shop, a wheel barrow filled with dead plants and roots and heart full of thoughts. 

What are light? A pair of razor sharp blood thirsty scissors, a brown crunchy leaf and a shiny house key and 

 

What are hard? A rich ginger brick, a metal frying pan with bacon and sausages on it and a level on Forza Horizon 4.

What are light? A peace of paper cutting cardboard, a packet of rainbow coloured sweets and a salty tear rolling down a beautiful face. 

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I have never started this poem.

I have never…But i have…

 

I have never raced around Hawkstone Park on my Kawasaki 65cc dirt bike.

But i have dashed through Coney Green Farm.

 

I have never zoomed around Silverstone raceway in Lewis Hamilton’s F1 car.

But i have slithered along on the beach in my dad’s Audi SQ5.

 

I have never consumed a whole pomagrammit in poland.

But i have munched a chocolate easter egg.

 

I have never repaired  a Tesla model X with Elon Musk.

But i have created a lego  statue lamborghini huracan.

 

I have never flown to America [San FranCisco] to the Golden Gate Bridge.

But I have journeyed to France [Royal Hills] dirtbike track.

 

I have never flambéd a fillet steak with Gordan Ramsey.

But I have regularly burnt my toast at breakfast.

 

I have never gone up against Marcus Rashford in a keepy uppy contest. 

But i have had an egg race with my friend’s.

 

 

I have never started this poem.

But I have ended this poem.

 

 

I want to paint the sea.

I want to paint swirling,seaweed,swaying.

I want to paint colourful,colossal,coral.

I want to paint fearless,fish,fighting.

I want to paint, shiver,shark,sleeping. 

 

I want to paint an underwater skatepark as undulating as the ocean’s waves.

I want to paint traffic like worker dolphins placing cement in the cracks of the road.

I want to paint a bridge overlooking the beautiful coral city.

 

I want to paint the taste of the tangy swathe water.

I want to paint the smell of the salty fish and chips.

I want to paint the sound of the gigantic waves crashing against each other.

I want to paint the touch of the sandy seashells in the rocky rock pools.

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

I want to paint

I want to paint

The sunset setting at the end of the day into the red and orange sky,

a vegetated green field, with young boys playing football having  the time of their life,

the winter thick air breezing through the open windows of the moulded wooden cabins,

creepy crawly insects hiding in the tall grass trying to get away from the ferocious foxes,

the impossibility of traveling back in time to help spread to word about bad events, to help save the future from war and disaster.

 

I want to paint

a worn down medival castle on top of a beautiful green hill side,

wolves in the dead of night howling whilst torturing their once asleep prey,

building reaching up high towering over the roads and pavements below,

the solar system circling the sun in the black abis of space,

 

I want to paint a life threatening black hole that will suck up anything in its path.

I want to paint birds sawing through the sunny sky creating a show for the people below.

I want to paint hope at Christmas in every children eyes hoping to get what they wanted.