Chatterbox: Inkwell

Allison's Writing

OK, I've been on Chatterbox forever, but I STILL haven't posted any of my writing on here, save the Role-Playing Story. Mostly because I haven't had the nerve, and most of my stories are still half-finished. But the other day I unearthed my notebook from the creative writing summer camp I went to this past summer, so I'm putting some of my stuff on here! Constructive criticism, comments, or questions welcome!

All of the following material is officially

copywright by Allison P., February 5, 2009.

And if ANYBODY steals it, I'll hunt them down if it's the last thing I do! (not that anyone on Chatterbox would steal...:) )

This is something called a Praise Be poem that we did in camp. Try it, it's fun!

I'm thankful for sudden rainstorms that drive pouting kids inside, for when the rain clears,

the grass is green, the sky is rainbows, and the air is pure.

I'm grateful for pencil sharpeners, because without them, our ideas would go as flat as our lead,

and besides, what would we be without pencils?

Praise be for bad days, the ones where your hair looks awful, you have detention, you forgot your lunch money and your crush doesn't speak to you,

because without bad days, it would be impossible to appreciate the good ones.

Thank God for little sisters who steal your toys, spill your secrets, read your diary, and generally be as annoying as they possible can,

becasue you know you'll always have someone to love.

Glory be for fresh-smelling, crisp sheets,

as you slip into bed and drift off to dreamland...

I'm grateful for metallic-tasting water from dumpy public water fountains,

peanut butter that sticks to the roof of your mouth;

little old ladies with walkers and stories to tell;

cold sunscreen on burning Florida summer days;

the fact that the world will always keep on turning;

I'm thankful........

I didn't change much from the original, and it's not my favorite poem, but oh well.

Here's a poem we created using the title "I'm Waiting."

I am waiting

As I have been waiting for so long;

Waiting for someone to understand me,

waiting for a person who'll listen to me and share with me.

I am waiting for the one who will laugh with me, smile with me, and give me a shoulder to cry on when the tears just won't stop.

I'm waiting to hear a caring voice,

one that doesn't tease or taunt,

and instead will lift me up to the sky.

I'm waiting to see a grinning face

that doesn't sneer or stare as I walk by -

a face that will make my day whenever I look into it's sparkling, kind eyes.

I sit here, waiting, it's been so long.

What if the person never comes?

The anticipation is like that of a chid's face;

framed, peering out of the window,

waiting for the rain to clear

so they can see the rainbow.

Waiting in anguish, waiting in longing, lying in wait for the dream person I have created in my mind.

I am thinking, rather desperately,

All I need is someone to be with, who will care for me as I care for them.

Just as

all hope is draining out of me

It happens.

A girl walks by, smiling at me.

She stops, asks if I'm okay, invites me to her house,

Inviting me willingly into her life,

and I know

That the waiting is over, finally over,

for I have found

A friend.

This is something called a lie poem, where you tell completely outrageous, unbelievable lies.

At age one, I stunned the world

by writing a symphony, the longest in the world -

Beethoven was nothing compared to me.

At age two, I conquered the world

by commanding my brother's toy soldiers

across three continents.

By the time I turned four, I could fluently speak

289 languages, not including Gibberish and Girl Talk.

And oh yes, that was the year

I proved all of Einstein's theories wrong 

using only a paperclip and a rubber band.

As a five year old, I could hypnotize my brother

into doing or saying anything I wanted him to,

a skill that proved even more useful than

my ability to freeze whole oceans

whenever I felt like ice skating.

When I was eight, I ran for U.S.A president

(and won, of course) but I resigned

after a month -

being President was awfully boring, and I had better things to do,

like invent a new super computer and a never seen before "Room Cleaning Robot".

As a nine year old, I became the first

Queen of the World

and, along the way, discovered a rare gemstone which earned me trillions of dollars.

The year I hit the big one zero,

I celebrated my holding a party in my own private country,

inviting all the important people I knew

(which totaled about 600).

But then, I finally grew sick of everything,

because fame isn't really all it cracks up to be,

so I "retired" to my own house, with my family and toys,

finally settling down and making some friends,

which believe me, 

is much better than being Queen of the World.

There's more, but I have to go do my HW now.