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(inspiration came back!) Engulfed in flames, Such a terrible face, Why is it in this place?. Yet this unholy thing calls my name. Shivering and shaking, I feel myself break into a hot sweat.
In #youngwritershousehold, I came first :D And that means that the next word will be… … … … … Nightmare/s I'll be judging at 11 am tomorrow, GBR time, post my username in...
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#youngwritershousehold At the age of 5, I was given a balloon, It could move and talk, It was naughty every June.
I went to the seaside And ate up my dish With contained of chips And fish Soon after that I bought something after my fish It was a balloon And I made a wish Closing my eyes And having a smile...
Balloon flying high in the sky, Sky blue, Nose red, Bumblebee yellow. Flying away, Balloons in the sky. The colour of our moods... What mood are you. #youngwritershousehold.
#youngwritershousehold. Like a pillow, you cushion my fall. Like a trampoline, you make me bounce like a ball. Like a laugh, you make me smile. Like a song, you make my heart fly a mile.
As I was the only participant in the last one, lonelynutmeg89 decided to let me choose the next word. So, the next word will be....... Balloon. Have fun and the winners will be decided at 6:00 GB...
Thanks @littleone I'm so happy to be the one who picks a word. The word is: Bible Hoping for something really good maybe some religious rants or... Anything really. Have fun.
"Switch off the light now children, The monsters won't get you, Their all in your head!" "Mother. Mother!" "What my Dear?" "I fear the monster is near!" "Don't be silly.
I tried to make change to our life, But you wouldn't let me, I tried through pain and strife, Can you be free. Can't you try to transform, The life that we live in, Before I start to , Commit a sin.
#youngwritershousehold (Sung to the tune of 'Favourite Things') The lightbulb needs fixing, The drain pipe is leaking, We've had a fight, So now no one is speaking.
When we moved house. I felt sad. As I watched my mum. And dad go mad. I packed my things. One by one. Cradling each item. For very long. The wagon came. And was loaded with boxes.
Fading sun. Last rays of light. Casting long shadows. Melting into night. Dim reflections on the water. Rippling gracefully. Streaking across the ocean. Sun setting by the sea. Sitting by you.
#Youngwritershousehold Streaking through The darkening sky- Red, pink, orange; Daylight will die. I hold your hand And gaze above. The sunset is My one true love. Red for romance, Love is pink.
#youngwritershousehold I watched the beautiful sunset, It's colours bold and bright, It meant daytime would fade away, And turn into the night.
There are so many different sunsets. Theres the after party sunset, Shared with people you've just met. Theres the sunset when you've lost track of time, When you've been stinking lemonade and lime.
#youngwritershousehold The wind blows softly against my face, The shade cast by the tree cools my heart. The ocean waves relax the tension within, That would otherwise tear me apart.
I wonder why when you say goodbye beautiful colours paint the sky. Shades of orange, yellow and pink too all come out because of you. And although I hate to see you go, I really do enjoy the show.
As the crisp clear waves,. Wash up onto the sandy shore,. A picturesque view point. Was what I saw. The colours were deep shades of crimson,. And light pinks too,. And even poking out elegantly,.
#youngwritershousehold. (this is a limerick). Lovely memories, each like a pearl. Of watching the sunset unfurl. How beautiful and sweet. So wonderful and neat. When I was just a young girl.
I remember the days of us three together. Sitting watching the sunset without a care. But now you are gone. First you died of cancer, didn't you mum. Then you died in a car acident, didn't you dad.
#Youngwritershousehold There once was a pebble, He went for the trophy treble, But he fell down, Smashed chances of crown, That poor poor pebble..
#youngwritershousehold. I'll collect stones. Yes that's what's I'll do. I'll collect them just for you. Not those rough ugly stones. But the smooth little pebbles. That I found on my own.