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I see foggy shadows. The outlines not whole. Something took the thoughts. It came and it stole. In the world that I write. It's begun to fall apart. I used to stay there all day.
There must be a place; a place where they still exist. A place far away, shrouded in the mist. Where I can get the gist, of stories now dismissed. To find this place I wish, so on-would I persist.
Inspired by the children's TV programme Mr Ben.
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
I've been searching for a creature That's near extinction, needs a save I've heard it hides from humans In the deepest, darkest cave I've scoured all of Opussia Found its fossilised remains The...
With a flick of its mane . It lept through the sky . Right over the moon . And the stars so high . It's tail was a rainbow . Of gold and of fire . With a single whinny . It helped me and inspired .
It's funny how kids think. I remember when I was six or seven, I was at the arcade when I got to thinking about what would happen if you took the tokens out of the game machines.
I used to sit at my bedroom window and think about my future. I always pictured me being somewhere far away from here. A perfect place. Far too big to imagine and life there was amazing.
My sisters daughter has to write a poem called 'teachers stew' for school, so I said I'd help, this is our joint poem.
The bed seemed so empty. With beds a plenty surrounding her. The girl just wanted for a woman and a man to come and take her away to a real home. Here she lay with others but still all alone.
Imagine life's a painting, And you the artist; try, Imagine earth as lumps of clay, In your fingers it does lie.
I was 12, my sister was asleep.. My ever dearer full moon was up awake shining. Calling me over to have a stroll, with him in the woods behind the back yard.. I Had to sneak out...
Take hold of your pen set your imagination free Your mind has no limits be all that you can be.
Dreams keep running through my mind Reflecting memories of long ago. Made in a land of fairy tales, A place my heart longs for so.
My mind. Where everything is made. The place that I escape to. When joy begins to fade. I build up majestic castles. And tear them down again. I create a million face. Just to have a million friends.
#stupidthingspeoplesay When I was an ickle young lass of 6, 7 or 8 I ran into a door -playing a game I don't recall.
I wander through a wonderland, Orange skies and mountains grand. Inside my mind I've conjured this, A stunning world of joy and bliss. I walk beside the bluest shore, Water deep, so clear and pure.
I wish I was a butterfly. As graceful as can be. I wish I was a killer whale. I'd own the deep blue sea. I wish I was a Tamarin. Swinging tree to tree. I wish I was a crocodile.
Secret stories, Dreams of glories. An inkling of an idea. Decide to write To find the light And create a utopia. A hidden world Inside me swirled With clouds and stars and things.
If I were an octopus, I'd live out in the sea with my fellow octopi. I'd fill the sea with onyx ink and glowing blue rings. If I were an octopus, the sharks and eels would starve.
Opening the gates We welcome you Don't be scared, I know this is all new Welcome to Opussia A land for beautiful words It's peaceful and tranquil Can you hear the birds.
I'll close my eyes and hold my breath, Imagine some place new, Imagine sitting on the sand, And right beside me's you.
Your words When I pick up the book Dance off the pages And into my brain Creating images That flow freely As freely as a river running Constantly, surely, Smoothly, purely Swift.
#confidence #inspiredbyMadagascar3noreally. But what if....