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On my way home

On the way home, I met a boy called emptiness

his heart is cold as a rock and

 soul is as blank as a sheet of a4 paper he fills

 his house with nothing but emptiness. 

 

On the way home, I met a girl called fire 

her scarlet red eyes glittered

 as the sun set and the moon came

 up all she does is wait for the sun to rise.

 

On the way home, I met a man called dusk

he had eyes of a empty soul

 and eyes were as dark as a shadow

 he never spoke much he only came

 out to walk his invisible dog called patch.

 

On the way home, I met a woman called storm

her cloudy eyes stared at a abandoned building

as she walked down the street forms of stormy

 clouds came over her.

 

On the way home, I met a girl called hope

her hair in pigtails and dreams as big as a 

open field her hopes made everybody happy 

When she walked down the dusky street.

I met a Woman of despair.

I met a girl called Forest, hey eyes as green as a bucket of green acid,

Yet as sweet as a leaf, she crouched and clasped a handful of freshly cut grass.

 

I met a man called Tiger, his voice gruff as a machine and his arms strong as a muddy weathered forklift.

 

I met a woman of Despair, her eyes weeping blue with dark purple bags hanging under her desperate eyes.

 

I met a man of Anger, his face red full of rage and his hands clenched tightly.

 

I met a boy of birds, his hair thin and full of splintered sticks and furry feathers, his eyes grey as a storm, but as kind as a blue-tit.

I met a girl called siamese

I met a girl called Siamese.

She loved the way cats do the delicate purrs when she  stroked all delicate cats.

She spoke very softly trying not to  shout to scare the delicate cats away.

She strokes the timid cats softly as humming like a soft, springy string.

 

I met a boy called Autumn.

His eyes are like the orange and yellow silky leaves.

His hair was silky and yellow just like the silky yellow leaves.

He always lies down as the silky orange and yellow silky leaves fall off the trees onto himself.

 

I met a girl called Wolf.

She had ears and a tail as soft as the silky white cloud.

When the silky night comes and the rocky moon is out she howls as loud as a lion’s roar.

She had hair as soft grey cat fur.

I met a boy called Fox.

He had ears as pointy deer’s horns.

His eyes are red as drippy blood.

His tail was as pointed as a reindeers horns at the tip was a white patch.

 

I met a girl called bear.

She had ears and a tail as round as a mouse’s nose.

She looked at a bees nest while she was thinking about the golden, sweet, sticky honey.

She spoke as softly as a pocket full of thin golden coins.

 

On my way home

I met a man called fox,

He had hair as red as fire burning down the Australian forest,

He wore a rabbit skin coat to keep himself warm during the white winter,

His was squeaky and soothing like a nice foot massage.

 

I met a woman called snow,

Out of her palms spiked icicles as sharp as a bread knife ready to slice into a beget,

She spoke as quickly as a child sledding down a huge hill with excitement.

mammal mayhem

In the land of disbelief, I caught a exuberate elephant triumphantly trotting in the trenches whilst a soft peace of sand quietly fell in the dusk wind landscape.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a cautious Cantalope carefully crawling through a dingo infested swarm of bees.

In the land of Victoria, the cunning children killing a careful kangaroo that was in the excelling land of mathematics.

In the land of terrible tudors, I witnessed the horrible, hateful Henry the XII execute Anne Boleyn with no remorse.

In the amazing Artic, I boasted about a big bad beluga battling a brown Brachiosaurus being attaked by a pod of Orcas.

mammal mayhem

In the land of disbelief, I caught a exuberate elephant triumphantly trotting in the trenches whilst a soft peace of sand quietly fell in the dusk wind landscape.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a cautious Cantalope carefully crawling through a dingo infested swarm of bees.

In the land of Victoria, the cunning children killing a careful kangaroo that was in the excelling land of mathematics.

In the land of terrible tudors, I witnessed the horrible, hateful Henry the XII execute Anne Boleyn with no remorse.

In the amazing Artic, I boasted about a big bad beluga battling a brown Brachiosaurus being attaked by a pod of Orcas.

The Impossible Wonder Sky

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a brain gnasher chewing through the deep dark rose blossomed sky like a lawnmower grazes the green cover of a summer’s garden. 

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I smelt the putrid smell of a portaloo reminding me of forgotten wet socks lingering at the bottom of the washing pile.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I remember the desolate landscape of the deep blue swimming around me, swallowing the air in a ravenous gulping shark fashion.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I tasted the evergrowing, edible eggplant whilst envying the enormous elephant roaming everlastingly in Europe.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I discovered that nature’s vacuum cleaner was sucking up all the pests around me similar to how a lightning bolt strikes the earth.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I thought about my long lost cat popping out of a carrot chewer hole, which warmed my heart like it was an electric heater.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I sang to the burning lanterns moving steadily across the sky that were as fast as a tortoise winning a race against a hare. 

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt the soft silky feel of a purr makers coat as it rolls over onto it’s back revealing it’s long luna claws.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I walked into space, gazing up at the gas balls as they glimmered across the dark cape of the wonder sky.

 

in the land of sense

In the land of sence, I saw beautiful blue butterflies flying frantically.

 

in the land of sence ,i smelt the linger of fluores as they blossom like a baby stretching after her stretching after her morning nap.

 

In the land of sence, i heard the song of birds conversating. 

 

In the land of sence ,tasted the dust of a rainbow like a million sprinkles.

in the land of sense

In the land of sence, I saw beautiful blue butterflies flying frantically.

 

in the land of sence ,i smelt the linger of fluores as they blossom like a baby stretching after her stretching after her morning nap.

 

In the land of sence, i heard the song of birds conversating. 

 

In the land of sence ,tasted the dust of a rainbow like a million sprinkles.

in the land of sense

In the land of sence, I saw beautiful blue butterflies flying frantically.

 

in the land of sence ,i smelt the linger of fluores as they blossom like a baby stretching after her stretching after her morning nap.

 

In the land of sence, i heard the song of birds conversating. 

 

In the land of sence ,tasted the dust of a rainbow like a million sprinkles.