Oskar+Poetic+Writing

**The Creek** Dampened sunlight pours through a half covered hole in the trees. Water falling haplessly downs a staircase of rocks. Cloudy white water crashes smoothly and calmly into the stream below. Trees and plants coil and intertwine themselves together like ivy on a brick wall.

The melodic sound of water crashing against the rocks. Birds chirping and singing from the highest branches. Wind blowing relentlessly into rustling leaves.

The quick moving water splashing into the sodden mossy rocks creating a jelly like paste. Water dampening the earth around. A chilly breeze blowing around the entire the creek.

The fresh smell of emerging trees fills the air A pinch of dampened earth mixes into the cool summer breeze

Sugary leaves fall soothingly down into the water below The sweet taste of the air fills the creek around Refreshing water cools the dull, lifeless rocks Everything is silent in this creek.


 * My Assessed Poetry**

** Anger **
** Anger wants revenge on everything. **
 * He is the son of Spitefulness and Rage, and the brother of Disregard. **
 * He has a muscular build, short black hair, cold blue eyes and bruises everywhere. **
 * Anger is known for his aggressive behaviour and blood red face. **
 * Anger lives on his own in a run down part of town where vandals ruin the town more. **
 * Although, the one that tried to vandalise his house got a one way ticket to the hospital. **
 * Quite a lot of Anger’s peers secretly despise Anger partly because anyone who gets near him will quickly feel the heat of the day and the salty bitterness in the air. **
 * Anger works at the rubbish dump, collecting and throwing rubbish into the truck. Although, and no one complains about him skipping some rubbish bins because it wouldn’t turn out well **
 * Anger has been fined three times for lashing his rage out on innocent people. **
 * Anger hasn’t always been bad though, sometimes he can control his feelings, sometimes he can even use them in a good way, like when he’s angry on the sports field, and all his emotions can mix up into determination. **

** Anger hasn’t always been angry; it was only when his parents’ house burnt down, that he couldn’t keep himself together. **
 * If you ever meet Anger, don’t push your luck with him. **

Clear turquoise sea washing up on an almost empty beach. Bits of broken wood appear to be a bridge with rough rocks guiding to the sea. An island stretching away into the calm, calm sea. Trees on the island climb up for the ever changing sky.