I want to paint the scent of the beautiful lavender field in spring as seeds float on the gentle breeze. I want to paint the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks while the seagulls soar through the salty air. I want to paint the sight of trees waving in the wind like waves swaying in the azure blue sea on a calm summers day.
Cars
I want to paint a perfect Pagani drifting effortlessly up a steep mountain on a hot summers day. I want to paint the sound of a Porche starting its engine in a bright glossy showroom. I want to paint the smell of petrol as it erupts like a volcano from the dirty exhaust pipe. I want to paint the rush of the pitch black tyres as they speed down the road.
The taste of happiness
I want to paint the taste of happiness, the taste of meatballs in my mouth after a hard day at school. I want to paint the smell of pizza that makes my mouth dribble with saliva. I want to paint the sound of a car beeping its way out of traffic. I want to paint the memory of my first Holy Communion, I was as happy as a lottery winner.
The speed of a Rolls Royce
I want to paint the speed of a Rolls Royce racing down the endless highway. I want to paint the smell of petrol brewing like a witch’s potion. I want to paint the feeling of the warm leather seats on a bright sunny day. I want to paint the taste of the rusty metal scraping across the stone floor. I want to paint the speed of a Rolls Royce racing down the endless highway.
The memory of my Holy Communion
I want to paint the memory of me and my family at my Holy Communion. The sun shining through the stained glass windows of St Josephs Church. Me, wearing my lacy, bright white dress while walking in my soft white shoes up to the alter to receive the body of Jesus.
I want to paint the colours of the different flowers that grow in spring. I want to paint the taste of strawberries in summer. I want to paint the sound of notes being played by the graceful piano in Autumn. I want to paint the smell of bacon and sausages being cooked on a cold frosty morning in winter.
The memory of my Holy Communion
I want to paint the memory of me and my family at my Holy Communion. The sun shining through the stained glass windows of St Josephs Church. Me, wearing my lacy, bright white dress while walking in my soft white shoes up to the alter to receive the body of Jesus.
I want to paint the colours of the different flowers that grow in spring. I want to paint the taste of strawberries in summer. I want to paint the sound of notes being played by the graceful piano in Autumn. I want to paint the smell of bacon and sausages being cooked on a cold frosty morning in winter.
I want to play.
I want to play,
I want to play in the tropical savanna desert, dancing and shimmering through the silky smooth sand,
The red polished apple breakdancing in the lashing wind.
The black and white striped zebra making its way down to the gentle water stream,
The lonely sand dunes staring at the refreshing stream of water,
Almost as if they wanted to take a sip of it.
The acacia trees swaying in the wind as if a conductor was guiding it.
I want to play.
I want to play.
I want to play,
I want to play in the tropical savanna desert, dancing and shimmering through the silky smooth sand,
The red polished apple breakdancing in the lashing wind.
The black and white striped zebra making its way down to the gentle water stream,
The lonely sand dunes staring at the refreshing stream of water,
Almost as if they wanted to take a sip of it.
The acacia trees swaying in the wind as if a conductor was guiding it.
I want to play.
Poem
In the land of NeverBelieve, the wind blew ferociously as the trees howled across the city, the sound of the crunchy leaves and the boom of the wavy waves echoed. The grass sobbed as it got mocked. Anyone could spot the highest peak from far away but below the sea nobody could see…, the coral reefs dying and the fishes suffering, nobody could see the dead statues begging, crying for their lives back. The sharks, nothing but mysteriously extinct creatures. In the land of NeverBelieve, nobody was safe.
Beyond the sea
Beyond the sea, the boats swifted in the breeze.
Beyond the sea, the sea was at ease.
Beyond the sea, sea creatures lurked underneath.
Beyond the sea, the cool air bristled the christmas wreath’s.
Beyond the sea, the clouds became stars.
Beyond the sea, the harbour wall was wet with scars.
Beyond the sea, the sun came to an end.
Beyond the sea, everybody now had a friend.
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