Write a poem from the perspective of an object. Don't mention what it is. The idea is to write as if you are that thing. It can be in any format you like, as long as it is 200 words or more. Other students will view your post and try to guess your object.
I am feared by all who come up
ReplyDeleteThey fear what I will do
A man could move me
But I am too heavy to be picked up
They are slid on to my bed
And it will bring them to rest
Liquid will flow from their body
After I am dropped
The one on the bed
Is never again to be heard from
I have been used for many years
But I am no longer in service
Kings and queens have slept on me
And will never rise from this slumber
They say I am cruel
They also state that I am unusual
Those who have laid on me complain
They hate the feel of my bed
The wood they rest on is uncomfortable
As well as the pillow
They say it hurts their neck
That it feels like a vice
They say that I am cold too
Like a piece of steel
Those who never slept on me loved me
For they forced others to lay on the wood
My structure can still be seen
If you know where to look
Some who had forced others on to my bed
Were placed there as well
They were never heard from again
But people still learn about their exploits
I’m with you pretty early on in the school year. My hours are from 7:40 in the morning until 2:36 in the afternoon. Sometimes you get one of my friends and they are fresh and new, sometimes you get my older friends who are beat down. I myself was born back in 2007, still relatively new and pretty useable. My parents however date back to 1997 and are pretty much on life support. The only thing keeping them alive is a whole lot of duct tape. Every year I meet new students and spent ten months with them only to have to say goodbye at the end of the year and spend the summer in a quiet, dark dungeon waiting until the new school year starts. I help students out with math every year and have many bruises from the experience, many scribble marks and occasional curse words are sometimes written on me and every once in a while one or more of my extremities and ripped off. It’s all a part of the educational system that I was created for. I probably have a few more years left in me before I can retire peacefully unlike my parents who worked in this business for a while and have really gotten beat up for it. At the end of this year I will just go back in my dungeon and rest for another year of work.
ReplyDeleteCalculator?
DeleteI am a thing but I can’t be held
ReplyDeleteBy hands that is, maybe by a jar or a box
I float to the sky and dissolve into the air
My color is gray but also sometimes white
I am not invisible but objects can go through me
I lack oxygen so do not breathe me in
When I reach the sky, I look like small clouds
I can come out of many places but often from the inferno or Camel
I arise from the place you stand by to keep warm
My source can be wood or paper or maybe even hay
I take up much space though my mass is quite small
I can cause you great harm or I can be the object to show you where to go to survive
I said before my color is gray and white but I can be black too
Or maybe even red
Nothing can overpower me and I will always find a way to escape
I can come in the form of a thin stream or fluffy cotton candy
My smell can vary also
I can smell like a drug or I can have the stench of heated coals
Smoke
DeleteVery nice. Artfully done.
Deletei have an object that i use daily in my everyday life. i read this particular object i write in this particular object sometimes i even get graded in this particular object. i read every note i take in this object. the do now that th teacher gives us, i write in this object. i even use it at home when i need to take down addresses or when i need to take down a phone number. i just this mostly everyday besides the summer when we dont have school and get graded on it when mr.kupiec checks it.
ReplyDeleteYou make it so difficult. Just kidding.
DeleteIt could search anything you put in the box. Anything on your mind you writing it and it brings up all different stuff. It’s like a brain it knows everything. It helps you if you spell anything wrong; it would correct it for you. This thing is used every day every night every minute every hour. It makes our lives easier and it help us in anything we need to know. If we don’t have it we wouldn’t be able to know the stuff we don’t know. We could go back in time and see our history and we could see the outside world. This makes our lives so easier every day or holiday it’s designed and looks nice. Every special occasion it looks different. The things we find out from it, it helps us in our everyday life. Best thing that could have ever happened in this earth. This thing could bring us closer to our ancestries. No one can be smart as it is. It knows everything in the world and every time something happens. It brings us news and feeds on what is going on in the world every day. If this wasn’t here we wouldn’t know a lot of things that we know. It helps us in schools outside of school sports and a lot of thing. We love it we are on it know. This is the brain of this world. The brain of the world.
ReplyDeleteGoogle? Or computers in general?
DeleteI am standing tall with my hand in front
ReplyDeleteSide by side with my kind at night
The darkness envelope my eyes and body
Sticking to the flat surface like best friends
I get to see the first sunrise
As the human arrive one by one
A girl who feeds me comes early every day
She fills me up half full
And takes my hand to help me close
She puts a silver ring that weighs a rock
Every few minute, a human would roam by
Ignoring me while I stare him away
Four hours passed and it’s time for food
The girl came to empty my stomach just to put food in
She left me standing once again, waiting to be feed
How I wonder what it is like to be free and leave
I am twenty years old and I see each person pass by
Every year, new people come and old people leave
Will they remember me in one year? In five year? In ten?
I don’t know if I can remember that many people
Every year, different person, different rings
Every day is the same, but what about every year?
My comrades stay silent and wonder when will we die?
Or more importantly, will we ever die? If we do die, will anyone ever remember us?
How sad, passing by a person’s life without leaving a trace
Being forgotten, being erased
We do not get a say
Why do people no longer notice me? I know they can see me. Millions of people see me every day but they don’t think about me much anymore. They now just know that I am here rather than care that I am. It is funny to think that everyone sees me and I see everyone moving so fast around me. But my favorite thing is looking out over the people and seeing all as far as I could see. When I stand over everyone and see the airplanes flying and I see the Yankees playing the Mets across town I value the position I am in.
ReplyDeleteI was actually in a movie one time. Actually I was in the same movie over and over again. I didn’t really get paid that much because I don’t have anywhere to keep it so I basically had a huge gorilla climb up me and fight airplanes from my rooftop for nothing. But I think the experience was worth it and it made me realize what show business was about. I learned later on that this movie was given a few academy awards even though I was not considered for any. But the movie that I was part of is definitely number one on my list of achievements.
the empire state building
DeleteWell done.
DeleteI have a couple of best friends in life
ReplyDeleteBut then some of them betray me
The thing that scares me the most is this huge ugly thing
Sometimes when I’m trying to hide they snatch me out and abuse me
They have this sharp thing that slowly goes all over me
Sometimes I deal with soft things
But for my inconvenience I don’t get to deal with them for a long time
When I hide I go into somewhere dark
But I’m never afraid because I have my friends around me
My friends and I are almost the same
We talk so much
Sometimes we stay quiet for we hear things talking on the outside
When we hear the zipper and we see light
We would turn quiet and hope that they weren’t looking for us
Then one by one they would come
Noooo
It’s now my turn
I got taken away from my friends and now I know what’s coming next
The things that do come back
They tell all of us stories about these aliens
They don’t tell us good things about them
These aliens like to play with our features
They break through us with a pointy thing
They use these big things and bend our bodies up
From there I don’t know what happens
Now it’s my turn
They pick me up
They begin to bend my body
Once they finish I begin to get thrown around
I remember when I used to be something big
I always spent my time outside
They split my family apart from me
But I learned how to survive
They throw me again
But now I go in a can
I know this is where I’m going to spend the rest of my life
I’m twisted and hurt
They only use me
Wow. Interesting. Can't quite guess it. Very nice passages in here.
DeleteWhere are you now?
ReplyDeleteAll the times that you needed me I was always there
Dressed up in the bright clothing that you picked out for me
Always made to look so nice
But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t get dirty from time to time
And bath time was the longest time I would ever leave your side
We were inseparable
But this time where I need you you’re nowhere to be found
I remember it was always just us
I was always under your watch
Everywhere you went I went
We would play games and watch TV
You even taught me how to play football
Though the best thing I could do was catch the ball
But one day you had to go to that big building and didn’t bring me
Why couldn’t you take me with you?
I thought you said we would be together forever
But did forever finally come?
It’s dark in here
Mommy won’t let me out even though I was loud with my cries
I guess you are the only one who can hear me
All I can do is wait
Wait for you to come to my rescue
Please save me
I was finally heard and a bright light covered the room I was in
And I could feel your warm embrace
The constant apologies of how you will never leave me again
And you even made a promise to take me with you next time
I hope that promise can come true
Don’t ever leave me again I am and always will be your little Rico
A doll?
DeletePeople see me and they gaze upon me for a long period of time. They see what’s inside of me and check if it fits what they’re looking for. I’m nothing but an accessory; they use me and throw me places. They throw me on the ground, put me on their laps. I don’t understand why women obsess over me so much. I am very expensive. I can cost as much as a car. And all I do is just hang on to people. Some of us come in different colors, shapes, and sizes. The attention is what I love the most. Just having people hold me and looking at me is indescribable. The way they smile when they know they want me. Especially the amount of money they spend on me. I just carry peoples troubles around with them. I’m nothing special. I sometimes make women appear that they are from higher class. It’s pretty silly, how much they talk about where they got me and how much they spent for me. I find it all pretty silly. What I dislike the most is when they put dogs in me. HOW DEGRADING IS THAT?! I wish people would just treat me with more respect and care.
ReplyDeleteA purse
DeleteI like the dogs part. Funny.
Delete
ReplyDeleteI hold all your memories
I hold all those memories you captured
I make you smile
I make you think of that day
You show me to everyone in your family
And Friends
I hold all those wonderful things your child made
I hold all those memories of when they were younger
Looking at me makes you go back in time
Makes you think of how things were back then
You start remembering all those beautiful times
It sometimes even makes you cry
But not because of sadness
They were just tears of joy
I hold people’s faces
Faces you will not even recognize throughout time
I hold memories of your childhood
Of your home
& of you who was holding their favorite blanket
I make you reminisce all those good times you had
With me you will never forget
You hang me up on your wall
You put me on the office table
That way everyone could see what I hold
You’re happy
I hold happy faces
Sad faces
And Baby faces
Also Pet faces
Everything comes out adorable
But sometimes people get that red eye
It bugs out a lot of people
I always get revised before it gets saved
So they can see how it comes out and take it over again
Very good.
DeleteI am the one to make you feel relaxed, or make you want to dance. I always feel dizzy while being played. When the top gets closed, I get to work. As the speakers blast out my tunes, you know you want to dance and sing along. I enjoy staying in my sleeve, where I stay and just hang when no one wants to listen. I like to have different genres playing, from pop rock to heavy metal, to jazz to disco. Many people owned me, every age and every decade. I guess I was around for too long, and people got tired of me, so I guess I’m “outdated.” But if you lived before the 2000s, then you’d know what I am. I can be gold or platinum, or even double platinum. I’ve been around the block before, since the 1920s. If you have a picture disc, you could watch my picture spin and spin. Be careful when putting the needle on me, because if you aren’t, I could get scratched and skip your songs. You may have to go to thrift stores, or any music stores to find me. And for my player? You just might have to go on eBay to find me, but I know how valuable I can be.
ReplyDeleteSo, what am i?
Record. Nice.
DeleteStories, information
ReplyDeleteThis is the essence of what I am
Knowledge is the spirit of me
Imagination is what I am filled with
Creativity and originality are free to be expressed
Quiet and composed is my environment
Thinking is always at work, ideas are started here
Logical thinking contrasts with irrational thoughts
Information pours out of me, nonsense is unlimited
Knowledge is learned and grown in me
Existing everywhere, known to all, used by all
I am occupied with modern and ancient ideas,philosophies
Many see me as tedious, dull, and even boring
To me, I am the most interesting thing in the world
Nothing can compare to the knowledge that I hold
The atmosphere that I hold is crammed with feelings, opinions
Even though I am quiet, the thoughts can be loud
Words and pictures complete me
My shelves are filled with disagreements, problems and solutions
They cover every topic and issue in the world
Should you know how to navigate me, I am your most useful tool
Should you seek out understanding of the world, I am your perfect aid
Come to me when you pursue inspiration
Help me by learning, by reading the words of the world’s elite authors
I grasp the core of history, of humanity
Everyone pages through my shelves
I give people what they require
Students, scholars, anybody from anywhere occupy me
I provide the one thing that everyone seeks, cognition
I welcome everyone, I hold back nothing
I can provide a person with the most valuable thing of all, knowledge
A breeze blows across the street, a cool, refreshing breeze. It sends me up towards the clouds. With leaves at my side I soar up to an exciting adventure…only to drop down almost immediately. Wind begins to swirl where I landed. I begin to spin, around and around. At dizzying speeds I begin to get tangled, trapping leaves as I go. The wind halts suddenly and speeds upwards, and I am forced along with it immediately. The stormy day must be making the winds go crazy, this is not normal. What started as a fun trip has turned into a horrifying hostage situation between the wind and I. I notice a tree seemingly speeding towards me and realize this is my only chance. I stretch out and struggle through the gusting winds towards the tree and…yes! I hang from the tree, sagging slightly (with leaves and some dirt trapped inside) when I realize something; Sure, I’m out of the psychotic winds, but now I’m helplessly caught in the tree. Well, what else could possibly go wrong? FSHT! Something just fell inside. FSHT!...FSHT! What is this? Acorns? Whatever it is, its stretching my handles. I’m not sure how much longer this can go on! The stress wins out and my handles snap, and I float gracefully back to earth.
ReplyDeleteI’m the beginning of a point
ReplyDeleteThe start of a letter
I’m the one who is use to communicate when no one can hear
I’m the start of a new life style and the one who starts a book
I’m hold by men or chewed up by kids
I’m the one who helps erase the problem that is not right
I’m here to help finish your homework
And help do the math
No I’m a calculator
I help you got the right path
When I’m broken you cut through my skin
Sometimes I end throw away
Sometimes end up broken in half
But I can get taped back
I’m replace by computers
And no longer matter to the world
They use my brother because he’s good with the ink
I’m the thing they use to make songs
Or to write up a will
I’m part of time
As you are a part of me
You made me who I am
I hope we don’t split
I’m forever in your hands
I wish I could be use
Just like It used to be
I’m as yellow as the sun
I’m too far to get spotted
You find me in the floor
Left all forgotten.
Always going out and going to different places
ReplyDeleteOn bad days I stay home
Not everyone uses me but many have heard of me, being known around the world
Having only two main different colors but can be different colors
Having shapes on me
Being carried around when people need me, I’m usually on the floor
I can create loud sounds if I want
I get kids in trouble
I’m one certain shape
I’m found in almost any store you go to, but not a beauty supply or something for the house
I can come in different sizes
Little kids always play with me in the house
Used for all types of ages play
I’m on the television
Mostly on the Spanish stations, sometimes on the American stations
People write on me
I have been around for a long time
Not many girls like me
Ill sometimes be up in the air, making tricks
I hurt people, than they hit back
I can make you become famous
Used for training, and for having fun
Also people use me for games, or to make a deal
I have something that I always need
People that never use me pick me up and throw me around to hit other people
Teenagers love a lot of things, well I’m one of those things. Some teens probably couldn’t live without me, even if they really wanted to. I block out annoyance and aggravation, especially when mom comes home and she starts yelling about nothing. I can come in all shapes, sizes, or colors. I can help a stressed person, relax. I provide privacy from the world around. If I’m not taken care of properly, I can be broken, ripped apart, but I try to avoid that. I also come in a pair, and music is a good friend. Sometimes teenagers try to hide me from their teachers in class. They try to hide me with their hair, usually long, or a sweatshirt. If you turn your music all the way up, I try to prevent other people around from hearing. So many companies make others just like me. I can be plugged in or swung around. I’m mainly used by teenagers, adults too in their throw back years. I used to be a nobody and then they started raising the prices on me. I was just told I’m worth about three hundred dollars now. I’m famous, they know me out there. I can be placed in your ears or covering your ears, whatever is most comfortable for you. My job is making people happy and blocking out the world when needed (not literally).
ReplyDeleteI can see both the inside and the outside
ReplyDeleteGazing at the beautiful nature that happens during the day
And watching technology at work
Two separate worlds and I am in the middle
I can see all and people can see all through me
I am translucent
Yet I am not transparent
I can see the bird fly high in the sky
Up towards the clouds they go
Yet I can’t go with them
I am stuck connected to this building
As an object to be used and to never be free
Yet during school people look through me at their freedom
They look at how only in a couple of minutes they will be able to roam free outside while I stay here
Freedom
That’s what I want
To be able to do whatever I want without having someone opening and closing me
To be able to be like a human being with rights
Why is that so hard for me to obtain
Why can’t I get it
What does it take to get
I would do anything in order to obtain that freedom for myself
If only I wasn’t stuck to this obnoxious building
This object that I’m writing is something I use to get in touch with everybody. It could be used in a good and also a bad way. It could make somebody happy and sad. I could really touch somebody with this object; it can make people have so many different emotions. It could make somebody scream, yell, depressed, upset, happy, glad and also tired. It could be used to update my Facebook relationship status it could be said that I am in a relationship or single and even in a relationship and it’s complicated. My object can come in many different sizes and versions and different companies. My object has been through hell and back. When I first got it something about it exploded which I had to wait and get a new thing to replace it and make it last longer. For some reason everybody wants to use my object but not everybody is allowed to because things in it that people can’t know about only me and my girlfriend are allowed to use it. Every guy and girl like to have one of theses in their life and almost now and day do have it and use it constantly. I wouldn’t be able to live a day without my object and I’m pretty sure every person feels the same way. What is it?
ReplyDeleteI’m worth a lot of money, my master paid a lot for me and I am used every day. I am sometimes in his backpack but sometimes am on his head. I hate being bashed around with those heavy books or being banged in between the books and my masters back. I’m touch and strong, I’m made of metal, wires and leather, I was made by a guy named Dr. Dre, but to be honest I don’t really think that he actually has a PHD but I could be mistaken. I make the best sounds in the school, other people want to use me and even some of the other kids try to steal me from my master but my master would never let that happen. I am taken care of and appreciated, I’m even admired by some people and even teachers but I am only use by my master and a couple of his friends but only if he trust them. This man Felix who’s friends with my master wrote on my home with pen but it’s okay because me home is pretty cheap even though I’m worth around $400 and my master is good enough friends with the man they call Felix to let him write on my home.
ReplyDeleteWho am I? A prisoner, a sick person, a warrior, a person in waiting, or even an orphan. I never can decide who I want to be. My life is never my own to live. Strangers that I have never met control my life and actions to how they see fit. I have no real past of my own, people only know about the lives they give me. Once I was brother who lost his head protecting his sister, another time I was the last human one Earth, and during a different life I was a superhero who tried to change the world. It’s the same for the others like me. Sometimes we’re friends, enemies, husband and wife, or family. How many lives have I had? The different events are all mixing together. After each life I stay trapped in this system until someone else wants to use me again. People call me a program; an object that they can use for their own pleasure. However, they refer to me as ‘he’ instead of ‘it’. Even though I am an object, I can sing and talk like any other human. Although, what comes out of my mouth is someone else’s words that I am forced to say or sing. I can only speak one language, yet I’m popular across the world. I can be whatever my new master wants me to be. So what am I?
ReplyDeleteMy object is a common thing that everyone has seen once over there life time. It can be of use when you are sad or when you are feeling great joy. It has many functions to it but it’s mainly known for its one use. It is something that most people own. It has a main accessory that is used almost about every time it comes into use. For some people it would majorly affect their everyday lives if they don’t have it. It can’t be used at every moment of everyday. It can be damaged when dropped or hit. It’s not something that you should have if you’re going to play a football game. It also does not handle to effects of water very well. My item can be damaged fairly easily if you are not careful with it. Not everybody can afford it, nor can they understand how to use it. Most elderly people have probably never even seen it before. The item is one of pure beautiful craftsman ship. Everything that goes into making it is very complicated. It cannot work without modern inventions. It comes in different shapes, sizes, and colors. It has gone through a giant change from when it first could be used compared to now.
ReplyDeleteiPod!
DeletePull the sound out of me
ReplyDeleteI’m begging you, please
Create this sweet melody
Hear the tropical breeze
My brightness in tone
Is a pleasure to the ears
And my soft, simple sounds
Can bring anyone cheer
Pick me up gently
Slide your fingers on my strings
You won’t be disappointed
By the sounds I will bring
My tone needs a tweak
Every now and again
But I know you’ll take care of me,
My music playing friend
My wood is so smooth
From my neck to my bridge
Rosewood, Maple,
Mahogany from the spring
I’m built from the finest
With just a hint of bling
My ancestors of Hawaii
They would be so proud
Of my finish, my tone,
And how I certainly am loud
Play me sweetly,
Play me well,
Make me sing
A story, I’ll tell
My cousin, the guitar
Can play a sweet tune
But I promise you, my song
Will make you dance and swoon
I ask of you nicely,
If you would please
To take care of me sweetly
As I’m made out of trees
I can bend, I can break
My strings are not strong
So learn how to handle me
Don’t do me wrong
Don’t turn me too fast
ReplyDeleteOr you might lose your place
Don’t tear me apart
That’s such a disgrace
Take some time out
And hold me in your hands
I might be the best thing you’ve ever held
According to my author’s plan
You’ve probably forgotten me
When you needed me most
I’m probably too advanced for you anyway
If I’d ever have to boast
My spine might break down
For all the time’s you’ve dropped me
But if you ever attempt to do so
I’d say you’re quite gutsy
There are those who cherish me though
I’d say there are quite a lot
They take a break to come see me
Without making another thought
They search right through me
Falling for my surprises
Sacrificing precious sleep
Until the golden sun rises
Although I am unable to move
I have probably moved you before
Stirring your very heart
Right to its melted core
I have a way with words
With me, things are never what they seem
Pick me up and learn something new
Though you probably won’t know what half of me means
It’s not that I’m complaining
It’s just that I’ve been through a lot
Spend most of your life on a dusty shelf
And you, too, would be distraught
Here I lay, on the cold ground. I look up to where I use to live. Back where I was surrounded by others like me. I felt like I fit. But then everything started to change. I wasn’t feeling like myself. The weather started to grow colder. The warm days of summer are long gone. Children started to walk down the roads on their way to school. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I started to feel very different. I used to always be bright and vibrant. Now, as I lay here, I feel dead. I am unrecognizable. The wind blows and carries my friend and I down the street. There are many others like me. We dance down the streets together like we are in a recital. People find great joy in crushing us under their heavy feet. They harm us, as if we did not get harmed enough when we fell to our death off of our home. Soon we will go back to where we originally came from. We shall feed the ones who made us strong. I will return to where I was at one point of my life. I will grow again and go through the same cycle. But, for now, I must remain traveling with the wind and going wherever it takes me.
ReplyDeleteYou can’t hide, not from me
ReplyDeleteI see everything there is too see
I can show you the truth, whatever it may be
But from time to time I’ve been known to deceive
People seek me out for guidance
So some keep me close by their side
I remain their only Constance
The only truth in their lies
I can be found in so many places
Some set me up on display
I can exhibit various faces
Depending on where I am
There’s no limit to my size or shape
Sometimes I can fit in your hand
Sometimes I can be so big
I can only see you when you stand.
I am often very beautiful
When I’m clean and dressed up
But certain surroundings leave me pitiful
And leaves my job in complete corrupt
I am a delicate thing, easily broken
And I require frequent care
If I’m smashed or dirty I have no use
And my death may turn back around on you
Despite what people might think, my life is never boring
I see new things every day, even when people don’t know I’m looking
I do my job the best I can, and I have many clients
Whenever you’re in need of help, I’ll always be compliant
I follow you wherever you go. You can be completely alone, but I’ll still be there. I roam behind you. Every step you take, I take. Every movement you make I make, down to the littlest detail. Everything you touch, I touch. Sometimes you don’t see me, you may be not be able to hear or touch me, but I’m always there. I appear in the light, but vanish in the dark.
ReplyDeleteThis is not nearly long enough.
DeleteI sit here. All alone. In this dark alley. I am left there, defenseless, day after day and night after night. I am left alone in the filth of the alley way. I am unsheltered from the elements. From wind, rain, snow, and sun I have no protection. The wind topples me, it shoves me into walls and it knocks me over. The harsh rain pounds into me. Snowflakes cover me, turn to ice on top of me and weigh me down. The scathing sun beats down, searing me. I become so hot I could burn anyone who touches me. Not that anybody cares.
ReplyDeleteI am pushed around. I am thrown this way and that way. Everybody puts their dirty hands all over me and tosses me around. No one bothers to help me up, to look after me. I am just there to be used. Everybody uses me. Nobody really cares about me, about my wellbeing. Nobody appreciates all the things I can do for them. And to be honest I can do a lot of things for you. I have so many uses, and people do use, but I am just an unappreciated piece of their lives. I am dirty and smelly and nobody realizes how messy things would be if I wasn’t around.
We are intertwined, you and I. We travel far and wide, accumulating more miles than a car. My comfort is unmatched by any brand because I fit perfectly around your foot. Not only do I make it feel like you’re walking on clouds, my sleek color scheme is a sight to behold. The perfect combination of shades contrasts and compliments my magnificent design. Whenever you run by someone, heads turn in awe at the piece of heaven that engulfs your foot. The laces are the perfect length to double knot and never worry. The bond we share is an unbreakable one. I’ve felt your pain and tasted your blood and sweat. I will travel every mile with you because you spent over one hundred dollars on me, which I’m thankful for. I wish you the best of luck on every race and run you come to. I am here to make you better and will continue to do so every mile. Keep on running.
ReplyDeleteNot quite long enough, but very well written. The rhythm of the piece is interesting. Is it a shoe?
DeleteI have been in this world for thousands of years. People have used me for school, for fun and for jobs. My paper is yellow if I am old or white if new. I am filled with people’s imaginations, fears, greatest desires, knowledge and the worlds. I love when I feel the hands on me. It makes me feel like people actually like me. I have started to dissolve in a world of bright screens and flashing lights. People are starting to leave me in the dust. Except for the few that remember I am here to bring them to new worlds or tell them about the future of the world. These people I appreciate. They look at me with a smile and pick me up with excitement in their eyes. When they open me I let all my information I have to them and the can get whatever they are looking for. In a world filled with flashing lights and bright screens it’s nice to know that some people will appreciate the paper and information inside me. When they close me and put me on the wood next to them, turn the light off and lay back. I smile and wait excitingly for the next day when I will be opened and looked at again. Sweet dreams master.
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