Wednesday, May 27, 2015

My room

My room is as cold as icy ice.Bang bang the hits as powerful as can.As black as coal my keyboard shines darkly like a dark delicate diamond.Bang! I hear the noise of my brother, knocking the door to get in to annoy me.Wind invading like a strong ufo shooting icy ice.Creepy as possible the scary, frightening door moves!I can see my light, shining bright in the dark ,frightening night!Bang bang the wind hits the windows, like a giant ghost hitting as hard as possible.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

LIGHTHOUSE POEM

Old salt and fishy.
rotten wood, from a big tree.
The wind hitting, bang!
As soft as a seagulls feather falling down.
A white building.