Rip the Page

Rip the Page

I got a new writing book called Rip the Page. It has a bunch of different things like creative writing prompts. And it teaches you about different kinds of poetry and creative writing. All of the writing that you will see on this page will be from what I wrote in this book. I think it is really fun to write in and gives me something to do at home. I know not all of it makes sense but that is the fun part! I can write whatever I want to and it doesn't need have good grammar or need to look nice. It is written by Karen Benke.

Where I Thought I'd Never Go

I never thought I'd come here. No never come at all. It's small, it's dark it's squishy. But also roomy, bright, and tall. It's strong, it's brave, it's bold. But also shy, kind, and old. No, I never thought I'd go here. I thought my adventure was done. I thought I knew the unknown. . . . . but now I'm in a stone.

My Imagination Is...

My imagination, is a big question mark buried deep the winter snows of late February. My imagination is, a gold locket in the blazing fire of my hart. My imagination is, a makeshift kite flying on the cool but warm breeze of June gloom. My imagination is, a black crow living among the dark green trees of pleasant Fridays. My imagination is, an ancient scroll carried to the present by kitty purrrrrrrrrrs. My imagination is, a full goblet of chocolate chip cookies, sweet and crazy.

-Zana

Breath By Breath

Breathe in noise and chaos, breathe out peace and quite.

Breathe in sickness and death, breathe out homes and families.

Breathe in stress, breathe out milkshakes.

Breathe in pollution, breathe out blue skys and sunshine.

Breathe in no stars, breathe out more than I can count.

Breathe in bad dreams, breathe out bright mornings and chocolate milk.

Breathe in bullies, breathe out friends.

Breathe in recklessness, breathe out sleep and rest.

Breathe in war, breathe out a good book.

Breathe in hurt feelings, breathe out love and goodness.

-Zana

Passage

Passage is a door, passage is a hall, passage is a room for me to get to you. Passage is a letter passed from hand to hand. Passage is a doorway to the past and back again. I pass the passage to get from here to there, from me to you and way back through. And in the end walking a passage is the last thing that we do. From one side to the other someday you will come and we can be tougher. Passage in and passage out, passage passage passage.

-Zana

Thanks

My mouth so I can speak, my tongue so I can taste, my tummy so I can eat, my hands so I can write, my fingers so I can grab, my feet so I can move, my noes to keep me balanced. I can go on and on and on. Different ways to say thanks. Different people and things to thank. My mother for food and fun, My father for home and money, my brain for my imagination, my eyes for seeing beauty . On and on my mind will go till everything is thought of. even then I will not stop for there is quite a lot. My bed my desk my shoes my socks. Say thanks to him to her to me, to even more than I can see

-Zana