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The terror in their eyes.

The terror is made from-

The executioner’s gaunt smile

The drips that aren’t the pipes

Fields that have no exit

The last dark room that you’ll ever enter

And that shadowy corner where the dark figure of fear stands just waiting to make you cry.

I found the terror-

In the eye of a rusty old scarecrow where the ravens linger

Down in the depths of the ocean where no one has laid a finger

Caged in the fury of a raging bear

Ravaged on the pavement where life is rare.

This terror can-

Pierce the strongest of minds and rip them into shards

It can devour even the bravest of men and chew them up

It can crush Mt Everest until it is but a sea of gravel

It can rip the tower of Pisa off it’s foundation and brandish it as a weapon.

But if the terror was ever set free the world would be crippled and crumple like paper as ripple of fear consumed us all.

My secret

My secret is made from-

the darkness of the ghosts that haunt the night,

The naughts and crosses warm hello,

And the cold throated devil.

I found it-

Zipped up in a coat pocket,

Trapped at the back of a dark mind,

And ripped up in a black bin.

This secret can-

prise open someone’s curiosity,

make words talk,

and break apart Mount Everest

till it is powder

in a locket.

If I lost this secret-

even the lonely whale left at the horizon

would echo through the sea…

The excitement poem

The excitement poem

My excitement comes from-

The good things that happen in life,

Happy moments I have,

doing the things I like the most,

And waiting the day before my birthdays.

I found it –

were I waited for the best day of my life,

in the park that I’ve not been to in two years,

And at my best day of school.

This excitement can –

Make me have a better time,

Make me feel happier,

And make me feel better.

If I lost this excitement I would-

Be sad stood in the rai

The mysterious poem

My mystery is made from-

6 green bouncy balls,

The smell of a dead fish ,

That was just washed up from shore,

The juice of a pickle,

A shiny red horn,

That came from a rhino.

I found it-

On a cloud of a rainbow,

Trapped in the fluffy particles,

As it descended from what looked like heaven,

It was trying to get free.

This mystery can-

Open a cold, rock heart,

Make anyone happy,

than they have ever been,

They make any one ask to touching it,

It can make inanimate objects say cute,

Melt someone’s heart strings.

If I lost this mystery-

Everything and Eveyone would be sad,

It could flip the world on its head.

MY SECRET

MY SECRET

My secret is made from-

The oceans dark, depths

But the fun cries of the roller coaster,

The hungry, greedy chirps by the huge, angry seagulls

And the little, sad scream of the baby.

I found it-

On the squiggly, scaly path leading to the ferocious castle,

The creepy tree bending over like the leaning tower of Pisa

And the Amazon river flowing like the tune of the ukulele.

Dark Thoughts….

My mind is made out of 

dark shadows hiding in between 

the green My mind is made out of
dark shadows hiding in between
the green and brown bins
Squeezing it so tight,

I found it
crouched down in the corner
of my boring , beach themed bathroom
sobbing about the sad reality of this society,

My mind can
blow up nations over nations
cause danger to everyone and everything
it will not stop until it destroys every little detail,

It feels like
Puddles on the concrete swaying as
the upset little girl walks through it
and rain falling down as the storm gets rough,

If I lost it
even the dead man would gasp in fear…

and brown bins 

 Squeezing it so tight,

I found it

crouched down in the corner

of my boring , beach themed bathroom

sobbing about the sad reality of this society,

My mind can

blow up nations over nations

cause danger to everyone and everything

it will not stop until it destroys every little detail,

It feels like

Puddles on the concrete swaying as

the upset little girl walks through it

and rain falling down as the storm gets rough, 

If I lost it

even the dead man would gasp in fear…

Poem

My secret is made from-

the sugar from the sweetest of sweets,

the magic from Dr Strange,

the fluff from a warm coat,

and the the horns from the sheep.

I found it-

floating over the ocean,

caged there still as a statue,

trying to escape the prison,

lying there like a sleeping lion,

as it blew in the wind.

This secret can-

make others obey your orders,

make anyone smile and feel happy even in their saddest moments,

stop someone’s anger getting out of hand,

and can silent someone in an instant.

If I lost this secret-

someone could have it and take control of the world.

Dark Thoughts….

My mind is made out of 

dark shadows hiding in between 

the green and brown bins 

 Squeezing it so tight,

I found it

crouched down in the corner

of my boring , beach themed bathroom

sobbing about the sad reality of this society,

My mind can

blow up nations over nations

cause danger to everyone and everything

it will not stop until it destroys every little detail,

It feels like

Puddles on the concrete swaying as

the upset little girl walks through it

and rain falling down as the storm gets rough, 

If I lost it

even the dead man would gasp in fear…

Patience poem

Patience poem

My patience is made from,

A chair waiting to be used,

The sound of rain and wind,

The devils hunger for greed,

And the reckonings of a zombies grave.

I found it,

Trapped on the edge of anger,

Caged on the mountain of nothingness,

Shoved inside of a ocean of lateness.

This patience can,

Destroy all of anger,

Trace all waiting passengers,

And wait until total crazynesss.

If I lost this patience 

The only thing that would be happening 

Would be the riots of inpatient samarthtons 

Crowding around the place.

Mount Everest secret

My secret is made from-

The hairs on my head,

The stars in the sky,

Fun fair candyfloss fingertips,

And a handful of sand.

I found it-

Trapped on the edge of a cliff,

Crouched tight,

Caged in a rusty lunchbox,

Behind a moss,covered rock.

This secret can-

Sharpen cats claws,

Break Mount Everest,

And start a war.

If I lost this secret-

Even the stray cats,

In the bushes,

Would howl.