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I want to paint…

I want to paint…

the memory of the day when we had a picnic in the sparkling sun with my old checkered blanket,

a beautiful moon on a dark night with face as white as snow stamped on it,

a windy day on the school playground with children running around playfully,

a field of dandelions floating away in the wind,

me and you on the beach on a rainy day, you holding a cyan umbrella in your hands.

 

I want to paint…

my dog in mid air as he leaps across a ditch,

a teen dressed in purple with brown messy hair using his deep cat like amber eyes to gaze at a pink sunset,

the silent forest inhabited by trees with watching eyes.

the grass swaying in the howling wind,

a tabby cat conference with cats forming a circle getting ready to chat,

 

I want to paint a world where everyone is happy.

I want to paint a mystical creature with unknown powers.

I want to paint an angel saving everyone in its sight from the heights.

I want to paint a tropical forest with humming birds flapping their wings

 

I want to paint world peace

I want to paint

I want to paint,

I want to paint the hope of a child, as they close their eyes gently, waiting for perfect presents on Christmas morning,

the love of a family as they sit around the table eating a meal as yummy as a bar of chocolate,

the happiness of curious children digging in the sand at the beach, sea splashing them every once in a while,

the sadness of a child being told off after hitting their stupid sibling,

the bravery of a man, fighting forcefully for his country

I want to paint,

the taste of a strawberry, as ripe as a juicy plum,

an apple, sitting sadly in the bottom of the fruit bowl,

a warm mug of hot chocolate, screaming drink me at the children,

a honey-covered pancake, the perfect breakfast for a young child,

the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, waiting for someone to take them out and have a bite.

I want to paint a garden of roses, elegantly moving in the cool breeze.

I want to paint the snow falling gracefully onto the green grass.

I want to paint the memory of Tizzy the tabby cat, sitting in the sink.

I want to paint a broken glass laying lonely on the ground.

I want to paint the feeling of a pen in my hands, working like magic onto the page.

I want to paint a pine tree standing tall like a giant.

I want to paint the end of this piece of work.

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

the spring sun shining in the clear blue water, dolphins leaping,

the autumn wind, making leaves dance like ballerinas under crimson red trees,

the smell of freshly baked cookies awaiting to be eaten,

the sound of Christmas music playing whilst we open our presents under the great green tree,

a furious fire crackling as we toast marshmallows at a camp.

I want to paint

Mr Smiths ginger tabby cat leaping like a dolphin onto the goldfish’s fish tank,

The distance between me and the moon,

the excitement of PGL twisting and turning in my stomach,

the memory of the easter egg hunt with my family , which I won, laughing whilst we stuff our faces with chocolate,

a red fox leaping into the depths of the dark deep forest.

 

I want to paint blood red poppies swaying  in the wind below the blazing sun.

i want to paint the faces of happy children playing at the park parents saying that they’re their ray of sunshine.

I want to paint whales leaping in and out of the water spraying,  passing boats.

I want to paint a waterfall flowing into the clear  water stream fishes swimming happily in their homes.

I want to paint an orange starfish stuck to the coral on the beach sheltered from the blazing sun.

I want to paint

I want to paint,

The feeling of fresh grass tickling my feet,

a freshly made loaf of bread as soft as a cloud,

a super nova that’s making stars sparkle in the air-tight death of space,

saturns delicate rings dancing in space,

the Eiffel Tower as tall as a rocket,

 

I want to paint,

The menacing mayan’s  temples and their delicate  stone work,

a Tiaga  with it’s pungent pine needles,

a emerald green tree, like a giant towering over Warrington,

the memory of a hot summer’s day at a bear beach-just me,

a bright bed of flowers singing in the wind,

 

I want to paint a moulded  medival  throne empty never to be sat on.

I want to paint Christmas and lightning lights.

I want to paint space and the univers its self.

The end

i want to paint

I want to paint

the pure taste of a piping hot bolognaise in the heat of a scorching sun,

an elegant swan, honking like a horn on a bike, scaring people away from their nest,

the memory of my mum’s red velvet cupcakes and the red BMW 3-series my dad would drive all the time,

the silence of the midnight sky as stars danced happily all through the night,

a  cheetah, running through the forest at the speed of a bullet, as if it was invisible.

I want to paint

a tree the size of a two storey building and a trunk as wide as a gorilla,

the heart of a cheeky monkey swinging through the exotic, Carribean trees like Spiderman,

the impossibility of a carp, flying through the skies above buildings like superman,

the excitement of waking up on Christmas morning to everything you wanted, like a PS5 and some star wars lego sets, under the tree,

the super slow meteor crashing into the earth, wiping out all the dinosaurs

I want to paint

I want to paint…

I want to paint,

the sound of autumn leaves being stood on making a crisp- like sound,

the stop in time; everything frozen and free,

the greed of an Egyptian king waiting for his pile of gold to grow into an empire,

the vast shadow of a gloomy goblin,

the smell of freshly cut green grass filling the air with nature,

 

the love in the misery of a ghost town,

the Mayans learning about the concept of zero,

the starts shining through the midnight-blue sky,

the seaside in Essex with glorious beach huts,

 

the medieval times, with armies fighting,

my life, shining before my eyes,

tomorrow, hoping it will be a good day,

I want to paint

I want to paint

the velocity of an arrow, soaring through the mist to reach its destination,

the tension of copper and gold being pressed together to produce a shimmering metal – bronze,

the heat of liquid bronze, slowly oozing onto the mould, supporting the metal; a parent of some sorts,

the confidence of an archer, sweating and anxious to take the wonderful win for the team,

the relief of getting a bullseye on the treacherous target that was nicknamed, ‘death’s point’ because of its difficulty

and the image of an arrow, implanted precisely into a bronze rod with a lone hole for the projectile to fit into it as perfectly as bread crumbs and chicken.

I want to paint

a red rose seed riding the wind whilst looking down, preparing to land, a plane coming in to its runway to end the flight,

the smile of a girl whimsically skipping whilst accidentally trampling the beautiful rose garden

and the asinine reality of certain people harming crops that people have worked hard for, for generations.

I want to paint the ending to this.

I want to paint

I want to paint

the mesmerising dance of a crackling fire, swaying in  the breeze,

the silent slither of a Cobra, slowly creeping closer,

an abandoned, forgotten town: as lonely as a lost memory ,

the dusty smell of Mr Barkon’s coat, rusting away on a coat peg,

the sensation of the sea lapping at the sand : a  twirling curling monster always moving.

 

I want to paint,

the secrets of star-flooded space,

the busy city packed with ant like people, scurrying from place to place,

the daring wing swaying the trees to and fro,

the sound of ice burgs cracking, breaking off and plummeting into the ice cold water,

dew drops, hanging from a silky web, sparkling like pearls and patiently waiting for dawn to arrive.

 

I want to paint a lone wolf pleading to the moon,

I want to paint the  thought of a butterfly as it beats its delicate wings,

I want to paint the sunset slowly crashing in the distance,

I want to paint the sound of a swans flapping wings,

I want to paint the thunderous rumble of a thousand horses galloping into the sunset.