Edit by ben, photo by liting.
I could be tired, I could be insane. Sketched the out line for The Journey Home. Hope I get the idea right.
One success could lead to many bouts of happiness and screams of joy. Upload photos later. Attempt at sketching eyes but all my pencils are blunt so I have to sharpen them. At the dead of night. Submitted to drawing dinosaurs and textography instead. Well, tried my best and found my lighters. Mummy hid them... 8am classes tomorrow... urgh. Alrighty, night night.
She twisted the metal
She bit it hard
It stung her back
Twice, off her guard
She winced in horror
At this inanimate object
The little girl
She bit the aluminium
Unaware
Of the effect
For why she bit it and twisted it hard
Was because she thought it tasted like love
With a fond regard
I think this poem doesn't make much sense after the 10th line. :/ Gah, it's a midnight do-up, don't blame me for anything.