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The Depression Poem

My depression is made out of- the hug of a demon’s darkness the spices from a witch’s brew, the touch of a magician’s spell, and finally; a hyena’s wicked laugh. I felt failure flow through my body as blood trickled down my leg, desperate to reach the ground I found- Embarrassment curling round me, as my Mum called out to me at the school play, “Good luck honey, don’t worry.”​ Lazy bodies spin in their graves, as the moonlight eats away the consuming abyss of darkness. My depression can- Carve through bodies, like a knife eating into butter. Summon clouds of tears and darken the world to a dull grey thing. If I lost this- My life would turn into a brighter thing; no more getting bullied and no more, being called a baby. The world would open up for me, No more getting swallowed by darkness. I really hope this depression goes.

What is-Amelia

What is small? A mouse’s tail running along a laminate floor and a speck of dirt in the garden.
What is big? An elephant stomping it’s foot, the pool at the pulse in Dursley and mount everest.
What is hot? A hot chocolate on a winters day, coal fresh from the barbeque and the sun on a summers day.
What is cold? An ice lolly new out the freezer , wind on a really rainy day and a snow storm.
What is light? White clouds in the sky blue sky, a ducks feather on water and paper falling from a high place.
What is heavy? Ten five kg weights at the gym, a steam train and a twenty eight caret gold.

What is ugly? A really messy cow that just rolled in mud and a pig covered in dirt.
What is cute? My mum when she gives me kisses and cuddles and a baby bunny.
What is fast? A galloping race horse, a red race car and a motor bike.
What is slow? A snail on the concrete floor, a sleepy sloth and me when my legs hurt.
What is strong? A steel floor that none can break and a brick wall in my house.
What is frail? A glass wine cup, a piece of a feather and glass clear glass window.

What are …

What are hot? The sun rising in the new sky .
What are cold? A fresh snow flack from the sky .
What are small? A small letter as mat as a baby tooth .
What are big ? A new sky scraper .
What are heavy? ten millions bricks stack.
What are light ? A friend hou help you .

What are soft ? A wet sponge what are dried out.
What are hard ? A new fresh bricks.
What are good ? A new friend .
What are bad? Were someone tripped you over.
What are Amazing ? A star glimmering in the sky.
What are horoball ? were someone tacks your things .

The confidence cup

The confidence cup

Confidence is made of-
soldiers ready to
defend the country,
sunlight,
sweet dreamers,
and setting a challenge.

Where confidence is found-
in your heart,
with courage,
and in a box of fear.

What it can do-
make a sad little girl into
one of the bravest people ever,
it can make someone twice as
brave and give them courage.

If I lost this
I would be cursed by
the queen of confidence…

Sadness

Poem Sadness

My sadness is made of dark grey rain clouds,
lonely crying tears slowly falling
onto the ground.

My sadness was found in a corner huddled,
all alone eyes facing the brick wall
painted white.

My sadness can’t control itself, it’s always
miserable and heartbroken.

If I lose sadness everything will
turn into happiness, it’ll be pathetic
if theres no sadness.

Poem Sadness

My sadness is made of dark grey rain clouds,
lonely crying tears slowly falling
onto the ground.

My sadness was found in a corner huddled,
all alone eyes facing the brick wall
painted white.

My sadness can’t control itself, it’s always
miserable and heartbroken.

If I lose sadness everything will
turn into happiness, it’ll be pathetic
if theres no sadness.

curiosity

My Curiosity

My curiosity is made from-
A dictionary of everything, spilling these words unstoppably into my head
A vortex of inMy Curiosity

My curiosity is made from-
A dictionary of everything, spilling these words unstoppably into my head
A vortex of intelligence, leaking mindfulness and consideration inside my mind
A stone-grey cat, clumsily knocking plants off the windowsill, annoying my mother
The fearfulness of a mouse, scampering away from a marmalade kitten

You can find my curiosity-
Crouched stealthily in a litter of kittens, absorbing the love and affection of the others
Stranded in the unknown contents of the universe, observing the mysteries that surrounds it
scrapped in a junkyard, waiting patiently to be recycled, like it has all the tine in the world
washed up on an uncharted island, like a marauder stranded with no ship to sail home with

My curiosity can-
construct unknown constellations into reality, like a architect designing a mansion
cascade down a ravine like a hero rescuing a lost explorer who has traveled miles until stopped
adventure into the unknown and discover the lost contents of our lush, green planet

If I lost this curiosity-
the world would fall out of control
and even the birds on our roof
would change…telligence, leaking mindfulness and consideration inside my mind
A stone-grey cat, clumsily knocking plants off the windowsill, annoying my mother
The fearfulness of a mouse, scampering away from a marmalade kitten

You can find my curiosity-
Crouched stealthily in a litter of kittens, absorbing the love and affection of the others
Stranded in the unknown contents of the universe, observing the mysteries that surrounds it
scrapped in a junkyard, waiting patiently to be recycled, like it has all the tine in the world
washed up on an uncharted island, like a marauder stranded with no ship to sail home with

My curiosity can-
construct unknown constellations into reality, like a architect designing a mansion
cascade down a ravine like a hero rescuing a lost explorer who has traveled miles until stopped
adventure into the unknown and discover the lost contents of our lush, green planet

If I lost this curiosity-
the world would fall out of control
and even the birds on our roof
would change…

Joy

My joy is made of:
Kids laughing,
The delicious taste of ice cream,
A stripe of rainbow,
And candy floss.

I found joy
Where the sun says hello,
To the world below,
Curled up in a
Buttercup field and
Camouflaged in a beautiful begonia

My joy can
Make people happy,
Help solve problems
And save people
when needed

If I lost my joy
Then even the sky would cry.

Joy

My joy is made of:
Kids laughing,
The delicious taste of ice cream,
A stripe of rainbow,
And candy floss.

I found joy
Where the sun says hello,
To the world below,
Curled up in a
Buttercup field and
Camouflaged in a beautiful begonia

My joy can
Make people happy,
Help solve problems
And save people
when needed

If I lost my joy
Then even the sky would cry.

Joy

Joy

My joy is made of:
Kids laughing,
The delicious taste of ice cream,
A stripe of rainbow,
And candy floss.

I found joy
Where the sun says hello,
To the world below,
Curled up in a
Buttercup field and
Camouflaged in a beautiful begonia

My joy can
Make people happy,
Help solve problems
And save people
when needed

If I lost my joy
Then even the sky would cry.

What is?

What is ?

What is heavy? The Earth hanging in space.

what is light? A feather floating down to the ground.

What is big? A mansion belonging to elvis presley.

What is small? An angry ant shouting.

What is cold? A polar bear living on an ice berg.

What is hot? The sun boiling my skin.

What is strong? Someone weight lifting.