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You are…

You are the difference between right and wrong.

 

You are the memory of a child,

lost and alone.

 

You are a forgotten toy,

hidden away in a draw.

 

You are the taste of half eaten cheese,

from the moon.

 

 

You are…..

You are the difference between life and death.

 

You are the impossibility of the world,

being free of nastiness.

 

You are the sound of silence,

that will never come.

 

You are a shimmering star in the night sky,

like a flicker of hope in an infinite pool of doom.

 

You are in the middle of the ocean,

lost beneath an endless wave.

 

You are the end of time.

You Are…

You are a memory stuck inside the head of Boris Johnson.

You are a sleepy sloth hanging onto the wild willow.

You are the shine on a silver spoon in the sunlight.

You are the smell of an apple ready to be picked off an old tree.

You are the blade on a Samurai’s katana prepared to slice the next victims.

You are a star lighting up the abyss above.

You are water trapped in a never ending cycle.

 

You are…..

You are the smell of the Gorm’s pungent breath,

splitting the night in half.

 

You are the memory of my grandma’s itchy jumpers,

on a cold winters day.

 

You are the beams of  the sun shining down,

awakening it from darkness.

 

You are the footsteps of the very first human,

leaving mud prints in their wake.

 

You are a cat creeping through the night,

hugging close to the shadows.

 

Ball of fire

You are a ball of fire

flaming in rage.

You are a bubble gum flavoured ice cream

dripping away as you melt in the sun.

You are a bat

hiding away in the shadows.

You are a bouncy ball

left in the rain.

You are a canvas

ready to be painted in water colour paint

A box of eggs

You are a box of eggs ready to be fried.

You are a tray of Ben and Jerry’s melting in the sunlight.

You are a ripe banana ready to be peeled and eaten.

You are a little lolly lost I  the night sky.

You are a carrot crunching in your mouth.

You are a glass of milk curdling on the side.

You are

You are a stack of notes

waiting to be used,

like a lost seagull.

 

You are a jolly jar of jam

poised like a statue

bringing many tastes.

 

You are the rings of Saturn

on a black canvas

as it orbits the planet.

 

You are a small Poodle

sat waiting,

like an ellipsis.

 

You are the smell of a luscious lemon

hidden in a forgotten blender.

 

You are in Birmingham cheering

for your team as the score.

You are…..

You are the impossibility of stardust,

dancing across the galaxy.

 

You are the memory of your father’s war,

lost inside a forgotten heart.

 

You are the memory of lost souls,

wandering the Earth.

 

You are the smell of The Gorm’s foul breath,

wafting through the air.

 

You are a scared goldfish, swimming frantically,

from the cat’s jaws.

 

You are the sound of Podkin’s lost ear,

impailed under a spike.

 

You are the impossibility of the beginning,

marking the end.