Death is like a dark night it consumes anyone in it
Life is like green park its beautiful and alive
Death is a stab its slow and painful
Life is a flower it grows over time
My house is like a box ready to be filled
My family is a train it keeps on going
My house is a orchestra its full of different sounds
My family is like a bunch of balloons different colors and shapes
The lake is like a tornado always spinning with surprises
The Jellyfish are like fireworks beautiful to look at from afar
Personification
Poems- Sulky, got no business, spoil, rude, come
The old twisted tree leaned over everything giving a gentle wave at anyone who passed
The lonely tree stood in the mist staring out into the open hoping for life to come
The mountains smiled down at the landscape below them admiring the view
Hyperbole
5 words for each sense
Sight- Wonderful, Admirable
Taste- Delicious
Touch- Smooth, Rough
Hearing- Horrible
Smell- Rich
What i did this morning was
Woke up it felt like i came out of a tombstone as if i was dead\
Got dressed as if i had and anvil on my shoulders because of the weight of the bag i carry around
Ate breakfast which was slow because it felt like another morning to me tiring and painful
walked towards my bike and road it to school feeling like i had to carry
Its him looking at something feeling quite down not being able to do anything
The beautiful painted sky floated over the mountains making look like someone had painted it
The green park flourished the landscape making beautiful sense of nature for the park
The waterfall trickled from the top spouting into the bottom making splashes along the way
Preposition
A Variety of tools and a to make a meaning in descriptions
Beyond the painted blue and yellow sky grounded the towering city would stand still but still bursting with life narrowing down a knowledgeable place full of books floating across in different types of directions filling the library full of life sprouting with books from knowledge to history having the little girl read and read filling her mind with the knowledge given to her from the library around her
Tornado Of The Mind
The slightest idea would burst magnificently into life at the slightest twitch. If he imagined fire, flames would appear. If he imagined happiness, people around him would smile. If he imagined pain…
There would be thunder and lightning roaring across the city booming from left to right catching the crowds attention wondering where it was coming from. howling winds burst across the parks and outdoors busting down anything that stands in its way. Mind bursting with dangerous thoughts cracks formed in the ground shaking messing around with the roads filling with earth shattering thoughts ducking for cover nobody was safe from the apocalypse that awaits its awakening.
Flames and bellowing shatters marching around like a field off ants marching to gather food. trudging on wards the booming lightning continued to burn and crumble anything around it. As the disasters continued the city became nothing more than a fireplace burning away into ashes and dust. as the apocalypse reared its ugly head roaring waves pushed against the docks smashing boats onto land acting as catapult fire soaring across the sky sending wooden debris at remaining houses, mansions, dock houses, ports havoc rained through the streets and city terrorizing everyone that ran through their once perfect city
All the ghostly frightened people sped past everything that was destroyed trying to pas the havoc as one disaster came another one continued toxic gas from below poisoned the roads making them unsafe to breathe
The Forbidden Tower
The night was still. Not a breath of wind could be felt. An eerie silence filled the warm evening air, broken only by the sound of the crow’s wings flapping as it returned to its nest with food.
A shadowy silhouette lurked over all the crooked old trees which looked like they were tampered with, a dark sneaky figure faded back and forth in the distance gliding to the tower the first window the crow saw it slipped inside. the front door was barricaded tight making slip for the back door would be a possible option
as footsteps lurked around the towers twisted old frame footprints of the color red filled a path to the cellar door. the cellar door was open and had hand prints all over it showing a sign of creatures of the hell were here lurking around each corner ready stalking whoever entered the tower. it was damp and very gloomy the atmosphere of the tower was like a abandoned mansion just looking at will give you a fright turning around from the four people that entered the tower were scared out of their skin the girl in the group looked like nothing scared her but knowing there was something staring her in the eye making her feel uncomfortable.
the tower was full of illusions the crow was the main problem of the tower making these illusions make it harder for anyone to get around but this was the tower of the royal manor guarded by the watchers. all 4 of those watchers wore white clothes with gold rimming carrying either double hatchets or a battleaxe laughing at anyone who dares too challenge the four. the watchers always would stand still looking at anyone with a smile on their masks laughing at the group of four only one watcher looked at them only seeing that the group didn’t feel comfortable seeing a statue with two hatchets in his hands.