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#OutOfTheBlue little kids scurry around for so many bubbles are to be found. soapy circles float in the air pop them now; they're everywhere. one looks pink, one looks green another looks blue...
Spinning on and on, In the wind, Providing shelter, To those within. A body of bricks, And arms of wood, Stand tall with pride, As they should.
300 pages, Of tasty meals, Ingredient lists, And equipment reels. An Italian section, Full of lush cuisine, Pastas and pizzas, Vegetables and beans.
There's nothing like a nice warm bath, Steaming up the windows, Bath bombs fizzing in the water, Perfumed bubbles tickling my toes.
Soaring across the sapphire sky, A great big neon rollercoaster ride. Streaks of fluorescent emerald green, Miles and miles away, it can be seen.
#OutOfTheBlue. her mind is locked. her thoughts are in a safe. nobody's ever peeked inside. her brain isn't a pretty place. she thinks of suicide. she remembers hate. words burn in her head.
Perfectly moulded, To fit your heart, One small key, Keeping us apart. When will you find it. How long will it be. Until you unlock my loneliness, Joining you and me.
The sweetest indulgence, Smothered in delight, On the table, A heavenly sight. Sprinkles on top, Crunchy yet sweet, That wonderful sensation, When they melt on your teeth.
A furry blanket, Smothered in spots, Hidden in the bushes, His mission, he plots. The most beautiful eyes, A deep olive green, And the richest of coats, You've ever seen.
I wake up in the morning, Feet freezing cold, Dash down the stairs, To see what the weatherman has foretold.
A black silhouette, Rising tall, Pinching the horizon, With a dazzling drool. Sparks of light, Shoot down like rockets, Landing on the ground, The emerald grass-alit.
Clickety click, The keys are pressed, Clickety click, The paper is dressed.
Milky indulgence, In a glass, Little strawberries on top, Key to love, at last. Slimy berries, Hidden under the pinkness, All beautifully crimson, Kings of loveliness. Everyone loves a milkshake.
A trickling ribbon, Of liquidised silk, Rippling softly- A sapphire milk. Upon the surface, Sunlight gems dance, Golden sunshine spills, Whilst the sparkles enhance.
#outoftheblue. See a penny, pick it up. A tale passed down from yore. So he bent to take the coin. From its place upon the floor. Glinting in the sunlight. It seemed to call his name.
Shooting stars, bottled up, In a small plastic case, Tiny specs of imagination, Dotted in a lattice lace.
Little ladybird, red with spots, Alone. Hidden in the crease of a leaf, Dancing around, fluttering wings, Yielding a spotted black wreath.
An eternal twister, In the corner of the room, Winding around, You'll reach the top soon. Smothered in shadows, From the morning sun, Embellished with spotlights, Trodden on by everyone.
Snoring, At the edge of the room, Churning, It will warm up soon, Hissing, Is that actually normal. Fizzing, Come on, surely that's all?. Shaking, Hang in there mate, Burping, Couldn't that wait.
screaming and fighting. no where to go or get away. music is my escape from this haunted reality. plug in your earphones, and tune the world out. everyone is gone, just you and your music.
A tangled mess, Of bright green wire, In my pocket- A fluorescent fire. Tied in knots, A wired cobweb, Ever so tight, A huge fixed net.
drip. drop. the rain lightly hits the grey worn out pavement. drip. drop. i look up at the sky and find rain clouds. a light, smokey, grey color that seems to mean no harm.
A deadly assassin, Sweeping across the sky, A streak of cobalt, Starts to intensify. The blackest of blacks, Enveloping all life, Tearing the sky, With the sharpest of knives.
a palette holding many colors. from red to yellow, and blue to green, and all the colors in between. the finest palette allowing you to paint anything your imagination allows.