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There once was a baby named Ben, Who escaped from his little play pen. These rhymes tell a tale, Of what now prevailed, Every night, 'til the grand age of ten.
Sometimes I sit and wonder About things I don't know Like what the heck the earth was like A hundred years ago. Did cavemen ride on dinosaurs. Did flowers even grow.
I never really saw myself as who I am now. Trying to find people who are like me but at the same time not. I'm contradicting myself again. Here, I'll most likely be at home.
#youngwritershousehold I sniff that chocolatey air My cup fills up with steam I reach for it , it's too hot Might may not be too keen I look around to see If anyone is looking I have a second go...
Today in chemistry, we were told the electron shell diagram we were taught was wrong, but we didn't need to know the proper one for GCSE.
#youngwritersemotion #intrigue @Davedave16 What is that, You do say. My jolly old good man. Quite interesting, Insane at the least; Yet describe it you shan't.
#emotion #curiosity The room was pitch black I felt my way around from the door and back Nothing on the outside walls No light switch or light pull I edged my way slowly inwards My mind became...
#emotion #curiosity You make me wonder, what you are all about I feel apprehensive as to what I might find out I wonder why you chose me You claim it's beauty and brains but I just don't see...
I remember my favourite picture, A rectangle, all in white. I pinned it to my white garden fence, Hidden in plain sight. I left it there for all to see, Yet many passed it by.
This is a poem I wrote when I was seven. I've made no adjustments to it, but I hope you like it. Have you ever wondered how things work, Or where creepy creatures lurk.
So many questions Randomly out of the blue I would ask them But I feel like such bother to you I've asked too many already I'd better stop now But I know you'd insist Here's every question and a...
#100days Why mummy why Is there a blue sky. Why mummy why Can I not fly. It's wonderful to hear Questioning young minds. Pieces of knowledge Precious finds. Never stopping, Always asking.
Is it children playing Knock a door run. Or just the Paperboy Delivering the sun. The invisible man. The wind or the rain.
There lay a box, Of sparkling gold. Was told not to look in it, Because of what could unfold. Curious girl went over, And gently prized off the lid. She threw it back on the ground, She went and hid.
At the end of my garden there is a hole It wasn't left there by a mole Great big thing, it's 6ft wide And I don't know what lies inside Every day and every night Can't see in, there is no light I'll...
We never thought the world was complicated, Just simple, normal, nothing big. But as we seek deeper and deeper under the darkness, We begin to see what changes there could be.
I'm in a room and it is bare Save for light bulb and a chair In front of me there sits a box Has no handles has no locks But on the top there is a switch...
Nobody had ever been behind the door. I guess you would be put off by the screams and shouts coming from behind it. But not Jimmy. There was something about him.
"I want to know!" So does everyone. Ok..... We've all been there. A classmate whispers something while you stand by. A teacher has a special surprise for the class.
It gets me curious if our reunited friendship will ever turn into something more again in the future. #curiosity #justsaying.
Watching my little brother, Henry, sleeping is fascinating. He looks so peaceful, and his breathing slows down so much that sometimes I panic and check he's okay.
Waking up a few minutes before the alarm goes off; a person might count their blessings and wait for the inevitable noise to rudely interrupt their slumber.
His office, if you could call it that, was an absolute tip. I would have put it under the workshop category personally.