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The Island Of Betrayal…

On the islands of betrayal…

 

On the island of Medusa,

I witnessed the bloodshot slate of the self-assertive sky

as it turned into a whirlpool of anger and betrayal,

therefore, it scowled at me threatening

for me to make an exit.

 

On the island of Vulpes,

I heard the howl of the foxes as the sound waves

shot up my ears, which meant

the night-crawlers had been released.

 

On the island of Trahison,

I sniffed the smell of betrayal in the air

like hell throwing down its spears.

 

On the island of Destiny,

I confidently consumed the ripe taste of the

sweetest fruit on the entire island.

 

On the island of Ceniza,

the flaky, floating ash flew through the sky

like it was combining to make a bone-cruncher.

 

On the island of Vita,

I saw the cold hearts fade into scattered dust,

like a silent memory,

forgotten…

Equality by Eloise SWW

Equality

 

On the island of equality,

I saw kings and queens,

Caring and cherishing everyone,

Like sons and daughters.

 

On the island of nature,

I heard the indignant squawk,

Of a rowdy robin bathing in a tree,

Full of sweet, scarlet fruit.

 

On the island of hearts,

I witnessed a fragmented soul,

Crying tears of blood,

Trickling slowly on to the ground.

 

On the island of books,

I heard the overwhelming sounds,

Of words trying to be heard,

over all the mutters living inside my head.

 

On the island of the living,

I saw regular people shopping,

Dancing, singing, playing,

But they weren’t like me; they were alive.

 

 

Equality

 

On the island of equality,

I saw kings and queens,

Caring and cherishing everyone,

Like sons and daughters.

 

On the island of nature,

I heard the indignant squawk,

Of a rowdy robin bathing in a tree,

Full of sweet, scarlet fruit.

 

On the island of hearts,

I witnessed a fragmented soul,

Crying tears of blood,

Trickling slowly on to the ground.

 

On the island of books,

I heard the overwhelming sounds,

Of words trying to be heard,

over all the mutters living inside my head.

 

On the island of the living,

I saw regular people shopping,

Dancing, singing, playing,

But they weren’t like me; they were alive.

 

 

 

On the island of… Ella SWW

On the island of…

On the island of future

I saw, everything being upgraded:

they even changed the name car to super-truck.

 

On the island of metal

I heard cogs and machines work

like slaves for humans.

 

On the island of cake

I stroked a dog that is made out of sweets

it can shoot out flames from its mouth.

 

On the island of dragons

I tasted its claws

that tasted as crunchy as jellyfish

 

On the island of paint

I smelt ink oozing from the fences

the smell was so strong that,

it felt like it was bouncing in my nose.

 

On the island of death

I could hear dead bodies

and ghosts try to haunt me.

Islands of the Ocean Isabella SWW

Islands of the Ocean

On the island of Odores,

I smelt the saccharine scent of the sap from the

honey-bearer tree.

 

On the island of Maria,

I witnessed the night-sun playing tug-of-war with

the mischievous sea, advancing and retreating like an

army.

 

On the island of Calor,

I heard the stillness of the breeze flow through the

calamus of a parrot feather.

 

On the island of Frigus,

I felt the sheer force of the unforgiving wind freeze

everything on its trail.

 

On the island of Gustus,

I tasted the heavenly deliciousness of the berries from

the Delectamentum bush.

 

 

Islands of the Ocean

On the island of Odores,

I smelt the saccharine scent of the sap from the

honey-bearer tree.

 

On the island of Maria,

I witnessed the night-sun playing tug-of-war with

the mischievous sea, advancing and retreating like an

army.

 

On the island of Calor,

I heard the stillness of the breeze flow through the

calamus of a parrot feather.

 

On the island of Frigus,

I felt the sheer force of the unforgiving wind freeze

everything on its trail.

 

On the island of Gustus,

I tasted the heavenly deliciousness of the berries from

the Delectamentum bush.z

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Island of Jupiter By Ralph SWW

On the island of Jupiter,
I watched a fierce pack of flesh-rippers
as they devoured their prey
under the dark, jagged cave roof.

On the island of Juno,
I witnessed luscious fruits
dangle helplessly
doing a depressed dance.

On the Island of Neptune,
I smelt cool saltwater
as it crashed against the pebbly beach.

On the island of Pluto,
I consumed sweet pomegranate
after devouring a crunchy crimson apple
under the purple sunset.

On the island of Venus,
I felt the golden sunshine
shine upon my relaxed face
as I lay in the a field full of flowers

On the island of Mars,
Trees stood like proud soldiers
protecting a fortress.

Islands of Power

Islands of Power

 

On the island of Aqua,

I observed miniature streams ripple calmly,

while scale-smothered salmon disdainfully fled,

making the murky, ominous sand blush.

 

On the island of Ignis,

I smelt dense smoke flood the air,

and sorrowful trees form into pure ash,

the only living creature was the fire.

 

On the island of Vita,

flowers and plants bloomed beautifully,

perfume-like scents infused the fresh air,

while many varieties of fruit ripened.

 

On the island of Mors,

I witnessed nothing,

Barren lands aged hopelessly,

While earthquakes and tornadoes caused havoc and trouble.

 

 

 

On the island of Aeris,

Breath-taking scenes flourished,

Aeris made space gape silently,

with making habitats for singing birds.

 

On the island of Creatio,

Earth grew larger,

Expanding through space.

Islands of Power                                          Harry

 

On the island of Aqua,

I observed miniature streams ripple calmly,

while scale-smothered salmon disdainfully fled,

making the murky, ominous sand blush.

 

On the island of Ignis,

I smelt dense smoke flood the air,

and sorrowful trees form into pure ash,

the only living creature was the fire.

 

On the island of Vita,

flowers and plants bloomed beautifully,

perfume-like scents infused the fresh air,

while many varieties of fruit ripened.

 

On the island of Mors,

I witnessed nothing,

Barren lands aged hopelessly,

While earthquakes and tornadoes caused havoc and trouble.

 

 

 

On the island of Aeris,

Breath-taking scenes flourished,

Aeris made space gape silently,

with making habitats for singing birds.

 

On the island of Creatio,

Earth grew larger,

Expanding through space.

On the island of…

On the island of ducks,

I could see never ending rivers,

as clear as glass.

 

On the island of sippy cup,

I could see trees covered in ashes,

swaying in the wind.

 

On the island of the void,

I could hear monsters calling my name,

for help with vital jobs.

 

On the island of comical shoes,

I could see people wearing Dwayne the croc Johnsens,

In the great open fields.

 

 

 

On the island of dreams,

I could feel the fur of a unicorn,

As warm and fleecy as a puppy.

 

On the island of muscle,

I could hear people putting their weights down,

getting ready for their following set.

 

On the island of nightmares,

I could hear whispering,

As silent as a mouse.

On the island of…