Descriptive Writing
By Marley
Pain
It tastes like blood.
It smells like burning rubber.
And it reminds me of a twisted and broken heart.
It sounds like crying.
Pain makes me want to scream.
Death
It tastes like rocks.
It smells like rotting food.
And it reminds me of my character
It sounds like high pitch, blood curdling, ear splitting, mind wrecking screeching.
Death makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.
Passion
It takes like citrus fruit.
It smells like bakery air.
It reminds me of the calm waves of the water.
It sounds like fire crackling.
Passion makes me want to implode.
Pride
It takes like watermelon.
It smells like fresh apples.
It reminds me of winning an award.
It sounds like fireworks.
Pride makes realize that it ruins friendship.
Batman
~Batman
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Poem For Two Voices (M&C {Wolves})
2. Wolves
1. Majestic
2. Beautiful
1. Fast
2. Smart
1. Wild Wild
2. Alpha
1. Omega
2. Wolves Wolves
1. Pack
2. Pups
1. Prey
2. Obea
1. Wolves
2. Wolves