Dawn Earnshaw
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Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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My Bicycle.
Hello I am writing this to myself because I have developed a Time MachinE you can go fowards or back in time. I have chose to go back to a time when technology was just spaking in peoples minds and I want to remember my bicycle and design it with somebody who’s creative mind can see round the complexity of all the gears etc etc .I remember my mom saying if you hear any sirens you go down into the basement and wrap yourself in the quilt of many patches around you completely, and over your head. You say the Lord’s Prayer and have faith he will pull you through this my rainbow child. Now think no more of what I have said just keep it firmly in your head, say nothing just remember it’s for your head.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
The Breeze of the Trees.
Paths crossed with the wind, the withered leaves 🍂 love dancing around them inside them caressing your cheeks and head. They lay by your feet as if it is now your magical carpet to walk down, not red, oh no you’re special, the leaves 🍃 of all colours have fallen at your feet with love in them that’s what nature is intended to show, that just left to grow it will produce anything you wish to grow. I have made a beautiful hair ring with these leaves teasing with colour and the white daisy I specially had grown in the greenhouse back home. I’m endlessly writing and number all the poisonous plants and ivy to touch the skin and leave it so bitter.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
Fairies and Pixies
Am I asleep or awake whichever it’s beautiful and it’s aroma of the flowers are intoxicating. I walk through this magical garden and there’s pixies and Angels all over, smiling at me. Please I ask what year are we in as I’m not in my home or my bed.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
If only I could remember?
You talk about time as if it’s some game, lets just throw a picture and a few lines of how we ended up in another lane. it was 670bc and they called it the Babilion war there was blood everywhere I was catapulted onto a wet dark muddy ground, everyone was running, people having spears through them and knives and beaten with stones. I am from 2023, petrified and wondering what the hell is going on in Jerusale, Israel.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Who cares
I woke up and was frantically searching for my phone, I was crying my eyes out, the world had tipped upside down. Presidents were not in their position anymore and Priminister had changed and the world had gone mad, sirens going off everywhere and we had officially got the message we had entered War. I couldn’t find my phone so I went outside and asked a friend passing bye had we gone to War and she said “Not yet hun.”
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Imagine.
Why are you staring at me? Just speak I know you can hear and see everything I say and everything I do you stupid wall. Did you enjoy the phone hitting you? yes that’s the power you have over me! Now I know you remember where I left that cash card because if I don’t find that oh and the keys I’m in serious trouble of being caught with having pocession of articles of the person you are hiding. Now where are they? Where have they gone? I know they walked through you now send them back imediatlely.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Reality never makes sense.
we are situated in the deep forest in the corner of the Amazon, ………. you know great things t are coming when everything seems to be going wrong, Old energy is clearing out for new energy to enter. I try to meet Jesus in an open vessel , fresh and keeping all yielding fruit to make good wine. My home has been burned to the ground and some of my people, mainly warriors have been fighting the other tribes. There is no rush, what is meant for you will surely come. I keep telling my self that. I worry about the animals as the are ofte poached the Mcaws, therefore I keep my eyes out for poachers and they are not Tribal, they are white men.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Education
The mirror behind me.
If walls could talk I would be in “prison’ “I’m a celebrity get me out of here“ seriously the discussion we have; the walls and I have, are really “Have I got news for you! Type of discussion “Look now I’m referring to the wall as another person “we” Anyway here it is ………..I’m trapped in a room. It has no windows but it has four walls that remind me of being in a lift. I have nobody to talk to, so I talk to the wall. If walls could talk hey I would be in deep trouble for being an activist,medium,philosophical speaker 🔈 of all subjects. The walls are all I have, my words sink into them and embrace them like lovers.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Futurism
