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The Magical Emporium

The Magical Emporium  

 

In the room of Gangsters, everyone started to praise me. 

 

In the room of music, tunes where flying through the air. 

 

In the room of nothing, I started to disappear. 

 

In the room of life, animals were flourishing and plants where sprouting. 

 

In the room of gold, A golden hand was reaching towards me to turn me into gold. 

 

In the room of time and space, everything was unstoppable. 

 

In the room of fortune, I started to see my life flash before my eyes. 

The mystical room

The room of sadness is full of tears. 

The room of stars is as bright as the sun. 

The room of rain is as wet as a pool. 

The room of pencils can poke you as sharp as a knife. 

The room of letters you can see words all around. 

The room of emojis can make you laugh all day. 

The room of 3 dimension looks like a illusion.

Rooms of Mysteries

Rooms of Mysteries 

 

In the room of spring, 

I fluttered with joy like a butterfly. 

In the room of balloons, 

I inflated myself amongst them as I’m going to sleep.  

In the room of confetti, 

I pranced around like a clown. 

In the room of balls, 

I hide as I sigh in belief. 

In the room of emojis, 

I will make you laugh all day long. 

In the room of beaches, 

I grilled myself like roast beef. 

In the room of sadness, 

I was heartbroken as I fall into ashes. 

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In the room of ashes, I arose like a phoenix descending from the ashes. 

 

In the room of fears, I sat, rocking back and forth with my hands on my ears, wishing it would end. 

 

In the room of eyes, they watched, yet again you never know who will lie, but beware they fear the sky. 

 

In the room of elements, I drowned in their powers, helplessly.         

 

In the room of windows, I could see everything outside from the inside. 

 

In the room of stairs, there is endless lairs. 

 

In the room of reversion, the whole room was a diversion. 

 

In the attic of Nightmares, I felt all eyes on me…but no one else was in there with me. 

 

In the Upside-Down basement, I began to commence the thought that this room was not so full of elegance and beauty. 

The House of Emotions

In the basement of puppies, when you walk in their eyes are so cute, they will control you. 

 

In the room of kindness, if you are sad or upset just look at all the walls and look for your name there will be a kind note for you. 

 

In the room of unpleasantness, if you dare to go in this room, you might get an unplest punch in the face. 

 

In the room of sadness, if you are happy, I advised you not to go in this room because you might become very sad very quickly. 

 

In the room of happiness, there will be rainbows that will carry you up into the clouds. 

 

In the room of loneliness, you will start to fell so lonely very quickly and you might feel like the walls are starting to enclosed on their self’s. 

 

In the attic of emotions, on the walls you can sea and feel the emotion you are looking at and you might be able to grab the emotion you are look at and be that emotion. 

Impossible Rooms

Impossible Rooms 

In the room of books, 

my head rang with poetry.  

 

In the room of buildings, 

my neck got sore from looking up. 

 

In the room of chests, 

my eyes hurt from looking at gold, 

 

In the room of gnomes,  

I felt like I was a giant. 

 

In the room of rockpools, 

I didn’t know where to look next. 

 

In the room of aquarium’s,  

I was terrified by a shockingly scary shark. 

 

In the room of Nintendo Switches, 

I run down their battery. 

 

In the room of pirates,  

I got drunk from all the rum. 

 

In the room of Statues,  

I learned about all the great people in history. 

 

In the room of sunsets,  

I slept under a duvet of night. 

The rooms of awesomeness

In the chimney of blobs 

everything looked like jelly 

 

In the attic of Midas  

I was turned into gold 

 

In the basement of Kevin the cube 

I fought cube monsters 

 

In the room of water 

I splashed into action 

 

In the room of shadow 

Chaos agent captured me 

 

In the room of ghost 

I was knocked by Turk 

 

In the room of boats 

I found some fantastic fish 

 

In the room of fire 

I was burned till I couldn’t be burned anymore 

 

In the room of volcanos 

I couldn’t hear a thing over the explosions 

 

In the room of the zero point 

Reality waves turned me into a rift butterfly 

 

In the room of baby yoda 

I was force pushed away 

 

In the room of speedy cars 

I went one million miles per hour 

 

In the room of memes 

I did the coffin dance 

 

In the room of Daddy pig 

There was a lot of cake 

 

In the room of SpongeBob 

I got crabby patty’s were thrown at me 

 

In the room of happy faces 

Everything was happy 

 

In the room of suns 

I had to wear a lot of sunscreen 

 

In the room of trees 

I climbed up the tallest one 

 

In the room of nothing 

Everything was blank 

 

In the room off battle buses 

I jumped off 

 

In the room of pawprints 

I found a dog 

 

In the room of bees 

I was stung out 

 

In the room of clouds 

Everything was fluffy 

 

In the room of fish 

I was slapped by a flying fishes tail 

the house of mysteries

In the attic of cuteness my head exploded of love 

In the room of ninjas I got trained to be a ninja master 

In the basement of the sea the sights were beautiful as I entered the coral reef 

In the room of the beach I was splashed into action  

In the room of scariness all my nightmares were made 

In the room of spirit they taught me to control my anger 

In the room of disasters all there was were tornados earthquakes and a volcano 

In the room of the sea cavern I tasted weird sea creatur

The House Of Music

  The House Of Music 

 

In the room of pianos, 

I played soft melody’s  

 

In the room of music notes, 

Music began to play in the distance, 

 

In the room of radios, 

I heard songs I never knew existed, 

 

In the room of instruments, 

I played instruments I never knew I could play, 

 

In the room of microphones, 

Every word I spoke had an eco, 

 

In the room of classical music, 

I got to help the band play their beautiful song, 

 

In the room of pop music, 

I sang some karaoke, 

 

In the room of rock music, 

I played an electric guitar as loud as a bomb, 

 

In the attic of old music, 

I sang all the old songs I could think of. 

 

The Magical Emporium

 

In the room of trees, 

the leaves are as green as an apple. 

 

In the room of sun, 

the sun is as warm as a hot chocolate. 

 

In the room of clocks, I watched the time tick past. 

In the room of leaves,   

 

when I wake up, I feel that I am surrounded with crunching sounds as they fall from the trees. 

In the room of the bell, when I hear the bell 

I feel like dancing with ringing of the bell.