music

The song frustrating my head trying to make me focus on the song but I'm not.
focusing on the one thing I need to be focusing on right here and now.
the thoughts go around my head thinking about the lyrics.
lost in my mind trying to figure out what to write about.

 pushing the lyrics from the song Into something that's meaningful.
like a sunset it's not long before you've seen it over and over again.
the bass from the music makes my thoughts go crazy.
The music going into my ears making my thoughts of the writing a complete whole different world.

The tragicness of when the song ends makes my mind stop.
Trying to figure out what's going on but then I realise it's just the song.
the music waves it's going into my head makes me think about what the writing needs have.
Writings kind of like painting if you want to make a great one,
you have to make your good one even better then it is now

ANZAC DAY

OWNER

My owner pushing me to the limits, walking to the end of the Farm Road. The luscious Green Grass rubbing on my legs as I want to roll around in it but forced to walk beside him. i bark at This dog that is approaching me and my owner trying to defend him I lunge out and try to see whats happing. The power of my legs hitting the ground forcing me to go forward. trying to get there, trying to figure out what is lurking in front of me.As I approach this Fellow dog I hear a big bark! with my instincts i run and chase the fellow dog down.Trying to figure out what is happing, trying to figure out what is going to happen to me if I go even closer. As I move ever closer I jump and Grab the other dog running, barking, and trying to get it to back down.

THE SUN

The man on the rock for his life. his body off the side making him feel like he's floating.Trying to seek the power of the sun. the powerful sun hitting his face makes him burn. trying to sneak this power but all he gets is Hope. The powerful Sunrise Berning the darkness of the day.Trying to figure out the time,place, and were he is. trying to get this power but all we get is good Sunrises and fress air. The power of sun will soon seek the chosen one.Trying to figure out how they can get, trying to figure out what they can do to get it, and try to figure out how and who could help them get it. The gust of wind making it feel like the sun's waiting for his arrival.All he could figure out was traps that it could be false.

BEACH DAYS

The waves from the water pushes the sand back. The trees heading over brushing through the wind, Their luscious green leaves bring back memories from the past. Imagining people swimming through the water into the Distant Sun. Trying to get to the other side. Imagining that the rocks in the water makes the fish have a good time swimming around the rocks and they try to find the dinner. The sand on your toes walking down the beach four hours to come.The luscious water hitting my skin makes it feel like heaven. Talking about this brings back memories of fish swimming around my body having the time of their lives,The boiling sand from the impact of a sun hits my feet warming a whole body up. The without cars,motorbikes, and bikes going past just makes it fell like its just me and the ocean. My feet from being in the ocean hits the sand my feet warms up but my body goes cold.

Arctic Convoy

                           THE YOUNG BOY

this Boy looks like a stranded human at school.
He looks serious ready to learn the next subject waiting for the first break.
ready to jump out of his body and attack morning tea