Conjuring a Dog Bowl With Words

The cylindrical, hallowed piece of cheap plastic was plopped on the dull linoleum.  Its toddler’s-toy-blue surface was dotted with reflections from the florescent bulbs on the kitchen ceiling.  There were bite marks on the rim; the shape scarred deeply, marking the territory of Scruff. 

Jackets and Dads

My dad is like a jacket to me. He protects me from the cold. Jackets make sure the people who wear them are warm when it is cold. Whenever I go outside and it is cold, my jacket is there to make me warm. Wherever I go my jacket comes with me. My dad takes me places and stays with me and never leaves my side. Jackets can hold things when your hands are full. My dad always helps me when I need it.

The Shot

The tiger was a bullet shot from a sniper fired for an expert marksman.  It just kept running for its prey until impact.  For then it stops. If it misses it will keep going.  Then it goes back in the shade to reload, waiting for another clear shot.

The Switch

Our friendship is a light-switch .It is on when we're using it and it is off when we are not. it gives power for the light-bulb, just as our friendship gives power to our life. it tells us when to turn on and off when we have to. unfortunately, at one time, every friendship dies, just like the battery in the light-switch. however, there is always another battery that will help the light shine again.

Knowledge is a small sapling.  It blossoms into something beautiful, growing every day and becoming stronger.  But, that sapling can bring joy and change to the world.

Spilt Words

                A black cup that knocks over allowing its contents to spill across the surface is just like my journal which allows it to let the words come out and shine. The black leather journal that occupies my lonely tan desk spills its contents to me. The words flow out like a tipped glass. Black, blue, and red ink takes over the pages, making an unknown drawing. Anyone who dares to lift the cover is overwhelmed with a whirlwind of words known as my journal. 

Ball Point

My marks are like business pens. Every move I do is so important. Every wrong move is undoable.  My moves can be dirty. Or they can be elegant and pretty too.  Whiteout is my mistake eraser. Doesn’t fade away, but fixes part of the mistake. My apology is just like whiteout.