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I want to paint

I want to paint.

I want to paint,

the sound of a beautiful barn owl howling in the dark, silent night,

the  warmth of mummy’s and daddy’s hugs,

the cheers of the crowd when you score the winning penalty at the World Cup,

a crisp packet flying in the wind, on the streets of London,

the sound of a luxurious Lamborghini roaring down the motorway as fast as a bullet.

 

I want to paint,

the impossibility of being able to fly and go anywhere you wanted,

the silence of the pitch black night sky,

the sound of children on the playground, running round like monkeys,

the warmth of a blazing fire sparkling in the sky like stars,

the feeling of when you win your first ever formula 1 race.

 

I want to paint,

the smell of, hot cooked chips smoking in to the air.

I want to paint me and my friends having fun at the park.

I want to paint me and my family having a family dinner happily.

I want to paint this beautiful earth.

I want to paint

I want to paint,

the sight of a scarlet summer’s sun setting  in the west, amazing everyone it sees,

the taste of domino’s pizza as it tickles your taste buds and entices you back for another bite,

the memory of scoring the winning penalty then jumping up and down like a kangaroo with jubilation,

the warmth of a raging fire that destroys all feelings of coldness and brings a smile to your face,

a planet as dark as night spinning round the Milky way Galaxy, destroying everything it its path.

 

I want to paint,

a book of imagination, with every single creature, food and place you could ever think of,

the excitement of Christmas; ripping open present from all the family as fast as lightning,

every angel in my life that has helped me through rough time and that have made my life heaven,

all the creepy, curious creatures that roam the world, to the smallest bug to the tallest tree that that stands tall like a giant,

the smell of my mum’s amazing cooking; a sensation of flavours spinning around in a large pot.

 

I want to paint,

the blue of the ocean, a huge bowl of water covering most of the world.

I want to paint the sound of frogs on a rainforest night, making a noise as loud as a rocket.

I want to paint the sky, a beautiful peace of art that goes on forever.

I want to paint the coronavirus, a horrible thing but it will amazing when it ends

I want to paint

I  want to paint

 

A little girl hugging her most favourite teddy,

the thought of a baby penguin hugging his mum and dad for warmth,

the feel  a warm cosy heart filling fire on Christmas Eve,

a medieval king at his stables like a statue,

the taste of a piping hot hot chocolate running through my veins.

 

 

I want to paint

 

the memory of the day I got my golden cocker spaniel which we soon called Duke,

the smell of a killer whale with its fin up high out of pride,

the thought of a black horse dancing around in the rain, as if it wore on dancing on ice,

the sound of  the galaxy and its endlessness of possibilities,

the smell of a medieval feast the castle with hunger.

 

I want to paint my great grandma at her 88th birthday chugging  a pint of lager again.

I want to paint a medieval fort as its mighty walls keep its king safe.

I want to paint

I want to paint…

 

I want to paint a mystic wolf, howling in the moonlight like a steam engine whooshing  against the wind,

the memory of my trip to Disney Land, all the tasty food hugging my taste-buds,

a yappy terrier frolicking in the saltwater waves,

a kaleidoscope of colours filling the sky; a rainbow,

a scarlet strawberry, tipping on the edge of a plant, waiting to be picked.

 

I want to paint the warmth of a loving family as they huddle together in fear like church mice,

the wondrous sight of a lamb taking its first steps, a rocking horse,

ducklings swimming like Olympic gold medallists in a shallow pond,

an ice cream van parked on a promenade, enticing tourists to its cool, creamy, mouth-watering goods,

 

I want to the torture of a medieval battle, swallowing up souls like a blanket of darkness,

the reflection of smiling faces in a mirror-like lake full of slippery fish,

a joyful class at breaktime as they munch on their school bought snack,

the vastness of space and the stars twinkling throughout,

a fluttering butterfly, fluttering past a field of green grass and fascinating flowers.

 

I want to paint the distance between now and then…

I want to paint- poem

I want to paint

 

I want to paint the smell of smoke in the air after a dangerous forest fire wiping out all of the tall trees,

the warmth of a hot chocolate in my hands and in my mouth on a cold winter’s night,

the last leaf falling of the tree at the tip top of the hill,

a log cabin in a frosty taiga with an elegant fire,

and a jungle where the clouds cry out the rain.

 

I want to paint the silence of Remembrance Day with Flanders Field,

a cheetah trying to beat its record and run as fast as a plane,

the room of a young child; a pigsty,

a luxurious field with a lake and a river with lots of trees and flowers,

the galaxy with purple stripes and hundreds of stars being explored by people like The Guardians Of The Galaxy,

 

I want to paint all of my pets new or old in superhero poses.

I want to paint a family of lolly-pops in a factory.

I want to paint a pyramid built by Menacing Mayans.

I want to paint my house, however it’s on a mountain.

 

You should paint who you want to be!

 

 

I want to paint

I want to paint…

I want to paint

the distance between the four seasons,

how the brown, crisp leaves change to lime green leaves,

the memory of when I  fell over in the bone-chilling snow,

when I tore through the Christmas paper revealing a cherry red guitar, like a cherry lolly-pop,

the day that it finally started to snow.

 

I want to paint

the shadow of a bomb-fire dancing as professionally as a ballerina,

the crackling sound of mini explosions,

as bright as a sun, descending slowly into the beyond,

colours merging together like art on a canvas.

 

I want to paint the broken hearts of siners.

I want to paint the care of nurses.

I want to paint the friendship of me and Jensen.

I want to paint

I want to paint

a bunch of glittering, glowing stars in the dark blue sea-like sky with a curved rainbow shaped moon as it watches us all fall fast asleep in our cosy, warm beds,

the taste of cherry red, scarlet strawberries in a clear glass of cherry fizzy drink as bubbles go up in glee,

the space with colourful planets dotted around in the ink black sky and shimmering stars,

a memory of me building a sand castle at a glistening beach on a sunny day,

the smell of baked, fresh and delicious cookies that just came out of the oven of cookie crumbs.

I want to paint

the sound of a piano, pressing against the keys with delicate fingers playing a beautiful tune so that I can relax,

a pack of wolfs running across the mountains of snow with a full moon and a train on a train track wheeling past by in the background,

a Wood ****** bird flying across a sunset with flower fields in the background,

fire flies flying over a pond of lily pads at night,

a bear scratching it’s back against a tree in a forest,

a bunch of sunflowers with cotton candy clouds and a beautiful rainbow of joy.

 

i want to paint

I want to paint…

I want to paint

the joy of family, holding a daughter in the air hugging and laughing as a boy looking through the window cries,

planets dancing in a river of stars, holding endless possibilities,

a picnic with strawberries and cake, the sun warming my back,

a sea throwing waves gently at the beach as the sun sets behind it,

the excitement of P.G.L and  how my tummy lifts,

a feather dancing gently in the breeze.

 

I want to paint

The memory of my family standing around the twinkling lights at Christmas,

a field with wheat, flowers and a baby dear springing across,

destruction, a house crushed by a bomb as people walk past grateful its not theirs,

greed: a man eating money whilst others have empty plates,

the sound of leaves crunching, as I walk through the woods,

the joy of a baby laughing for the first time, as its mother looks down smiling.

 

I want to paint the hate of war on the crack of dawn like a monster crushing people’s

homes. I want to paint curious crocodiles with teeth as sharp as blades.

I want to paint my friends: angels kind and loving.

I want to paint a playground buzzing with children.

i want to paint

I want to paint

I want to paint:

the smell of hot chocolate on Christmas as I open my presents,

the taste of chocolate on Easter as I stuff it in my face,

the memory of my first day of school the memory of my 5th birthday seeing a new bike,

a silver statue wearing a suit, as still as a wall,

 

I want to paint:

a colossal birch tree like a giant colossal mountain,

an enormous table serving 15 hungry people,

the friendship between me and Daniel,

a water fall flowing majestically down into a vast turquoise lake,

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

The sunset setting at the end of the day into the red and orange sky,

a vegetated green field, with young boys playing football having  the time of their life,

the winter thick air breezing through the open windows of the moulded wooden cabins,

creepy crawly insects hiding in the tall grass trying to get away from the ferocious foxes,

the impossibility of traveling back in time to help spread to word about bad events, to help save the future from war and disaster.

 

I want to paint

a worn down medival castle on top of a beautiful green hill side,

wolves in the dead of night howling whilst torturing their once asleep prey,

building reaching up high towering over the roads and pavements below,

the solar system circling the sun in the black abis of space,

 

I want to paint a life threatening black hole that will suck up anything in its path.

I want to paint birds sawing through the sunny sky creating a show for the people below.

I want to paint hope at Christmas in every children eyes hoping to get what they wanted.