the air tastes like metal

the air smells old

everything is meatal

The ship hit a beam with a boom and band

The air fresh with salt

Sparks flying in the air

The waves vibrating

The day was tragic

         As the wind brushes through my hair

          The smell of salt and a tint of wet sand pungent my nose

                The trees all sad and droopy with a dull green color

  The sharp shells all scattered on the beach cutting my feet as I  

             step

     The taste of  sea at the tip of my tongue as I run back to my home

                        The ocean whistling and the wind in my face

We all lined up and i look at the other team and see that they are so much bigger 

It felt like we were in the west and the wind whistling 

I hear the crowd in the background cheering my team on 

The grass squash beneath my feet

     the water glistens in the morning light

         the birds chirping as they awaken 

        the feeling of being here is very soft

 the air tastes very crisp and sweet as i wake up

The wind weeps as I hear the memories of loved ones twirl around the rough stones.

When I go to leave my hand runs against the pointy gates the memory's forever hugging the grave.

As I look up to see the towering mountains and the colorful sky

The air is fresh, the moon is awake

And I hear the whistling wind coming from up high

The land is upon me, it’s almost day

Then the howls in the distance send me away

My feet are burning

I step quickly

Tiptoetiptoe

The sound beckons me

Swooshhhh

Swiishhhh

Briny breeze tickling my skin

In the shining town of Blackwater

The sun shining down while we run

We smell the bread being baked in the local bakery

Dutch’s gun goes BAM to a civilian

We look at him in shock

The air fills with the feeling of death

We flee the town it turns dull and dim

Now engulfed in a feeling of darkness

            taking over the sound of the waves.

          The sand squishes beneath my feet.

          As i inhale the smell of the ocean hits the back of my throat.

         From over the fair i see the tangerine sky.

 too weak to move

days have past 

Stars lighting up the sky 

The sun soon arising

 looking down on the wildlife 

The bad taste of the 

cold crisp morning air 

The sounds of the owl 

singing to his friends 

The smell of the earth

The building would be loud

But most will be proud

The place is really bright 

There might be a fight

You would feel the comfiness in the chair

But will mostly be standing

The taste of the food will be great.

Trust you'll have an empty plate

It feels so inviting. 

The smell of floral and freshness fills the air. 

I feel a bit cold. There is a breeze. But I also feel the warmth of my surroundings. 

I hear the water rushing down the hill and the wind blowing through the air.

I want to explore, but I don’t dare cross. The creaking of the bridge concerns me. 

But, maybe I will. I want to be with joy on the other side. 

looking as if it is going to fall to the ground makes a creak to the sound of the wind

standing tall in the early morning wind

with the old wheat string around feet.

with no flowers in sight all is the barn that shines bright as a light.

In my walk I come upon a big black trail

I can feel the trees are whistling around me

The leaves are cracking when I walk

The moon is glazing on my eyes

The wind is very strong

I can smell the floral plants around

Surrounded by bitter emotions

Along with the whoosh of dragon wings,

Filling me with the excitement of adventure.

The mountains are dusted with green foliage and moss,

The lush islands drifting amid the swirling clouds,

Rainbows dancing across the lavender expanse.

The earthy scent of the ground finds my nose,

The crisp alpine air bites my cheeks,

The dragons’ breath is smokey and sharp.

I trace my hand through the dense mist,

Feeling the wet drops cling to my skin.

Now that I am here, I can take it all in.

I see something in the distance.

It was an old rusty structure just sitting. calmly in the angry crashing waves. 

The wind whistled as i flew and the misty air fogged up the windows.

The sun was setting and the lights flickered on. 

The finally landed and i stepped off into the skin piercing wind.

The atmosphere here was salty and dense. 

I could smell a nice warm coffee or tea of some sort in the process of being made.

It felt warm and nice in my hands as i sat down and relaxed. 

I couldn't help but stare at how the grass and floors waved in the wind.

The flowers make the air smell sweet, like a fresh apple pie.

The mounten casting down like a king.

The shiny stingers I see.

They are lurking threw the water.

so they don't get bothered.

They glide through water just like butter.I hear the bubbles when they breath through their epidermis. Their stingers hit the rocks when they swim by. the water is salty.

The air smells like fresh pizza.

The sounds of gunfire fill my ears.

The giant tomato head spinning slowly in the distance makes me feel comfortable.

Grease, oil, coffee breath

SNAP!

DING!

“Order Up!”

I step quickly

Tiptoetiptoe

The sound beckons me

Swooshhhh

Swiishhhh

Briny breeze tickling my skin

The cool spring air hitting my face, evaporating the sweat particles

Alone with my mind, alone with my thoughts, alone with the sun

The great big star in the sky, the one most people forget

As the sound of car’s rush pass, and the smell of fresh cut grass

the nice breeze from the sun and the beautiful sound of the shockwave hammer smashing on the ground

duos 1v1ing in the distance and people getting full boxed

the taste of delicious slurp juice touching my taste buds.

The air taste salty

I could hear the chatter from the boardwalk

I touch the hot and gritty substance beneath my feet

I look back and see a giant wave coming towards me

I relax and wait for all the shells to come up to the shore

Turning everything around me orange. 

 Stems are taller than skyscrapers. 

 my legs are brushed with prickly leaves,

 as my feet sink into the cold wet mud. 

The wind WHOOSHING around me. 

With Petals smell like sweet oranges.

you can hear the rain falling from the sky as it hits me I still feel dry

every step you take you feel more lost, every breath you feel more cold

you never know were you are but you do know were your not

your not home

Gunshots ring in the air,

The grass is prickly and cold,

Behind me is a man dressed as a gingerbread man,

As I pop open my mini shield, a sweet taste fills my mouth

I spawn in to an abstract world and punched a cors hard tree 

I smell the rose they looked beautiful  

I heard the water flowing 

Tree waving 

The cows were mooing 

The frogs croaking

your sownding feel smooth

you see people all a round you

you don't smell a thing

you don't taste a thing

Soft, gray glow outside

Hummmmmmmmmm

From the back

Lids heavy

Folded arms too safe

Fresh laundry scent caresses my cheek

ZZZZZZZZZZ

The water has a very crisp salty scent and it burns my eyes .

The waves CRASH as I walk WHOOSHing in the wind 

The sunset is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. 

This place is beautiful. I wish I could stay here forever !

The grease glistening in the light

the sound of the fire crackling in the oven making me feel like i'm standing around a camp fire

Bitting into a slice I was hit with millions of flavors felling like I was back home

I could smell the chicken being fried.

I see the menu with all the different types of food.

Everything still tastes delicious especially the waffle fries.

He promises to hold me tight as the creature starts to fly 

I knew I was safe as long as he was next to me

he was my best friend but his presence made my heart skip a beat

but there was no time for that there was to much going on

the fire the smoke and OH MY GOD!! The creature I was sitting on!

around a hundred feet In the air the breeze so smokey and dark

the creature below me wings spread with glee it most feel so free

The sweat glistening off the slides

The Musky scent of sweat absorbed into the mats

The burning hot sweat dripping down my face

The cold taste of water after running around.

the feeling of my shoes hitting the concrete with every step,

The buildings cowering over me make me feel so small yet the sky so limitless,

The pungent smell of gas, oil, and cigarette smoke fill the air making me nauseous,

And the vibrant buzz and hum of neon signs making the bright sky even brighter,

everything hitting me all at once makes me feel so out of place and anxious in a place too grand to comprehend

I look around at the fabulous scenery I can't believe my eyes, as it looks so perfect

The birds chirping in the trees sound like music in my ears and I hope I can bring my peers here.

I went down to the water it was very nice and warm like a warm glass of milk.