I Have No Idea What To Write

I have no idea what to write,

All my ideas are out of sight,

Maybe about a dog who flow a kite,

Or a cat who learnt how to write,

I still have no idea,

Oh dear!

Maybe about a bird who flow around the world,

Or a possum who spoke our words,

Possibly about a crazy girl,

Who lives in a house shaped as a swirl,

Or maybe about a young boy,

Who was allergic to soy,

And then what happens?

I don’t know!

My piece of paper is still blank,

Who can I thank?

My brain for giving me a great story idea?

No I can’t, because I don’t have an idea!

I scribble down the words: One day on a cold day in May,

Dot, dot, dot, what’s next?

There was a massive T-Rex?

No, no that isn’t right,

I still don’t know what to write,

I look at my watch,

4:30 it read,

I’ve been at this for 30 minutes,

It was nearly time to cook the spinach,

And then when I’m asked what I wrote,

I can’t say I didn’t know,

I’ll say I had a soar throat,

However that is a total lie,

My throat is perfectly fine!

My eyes were full of water,

Yes I was going to cry,

The writing competition ends tomorrow,

And I want to enter,

I just don’t know what.,

Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind,

It was that greatest idea of all time,

I had it planned out word for word, paragraph by paragraph,

Know I was full of joy!

I will write about not knowing what to write,

It was brilliant,

 Absolutely brilliant,

I now know what to write!

– Ana-Maria Barlin (Me)

 

I felt like I was famous

I felt like I was a star

I could have been dancing on Mars

Or flying over the River Thames

I felt like a lion proudly roaring on the stage

Or an Olympian who just won a race

I felt like a superhero who just saved the day

Or a super model walking on the catwalk

I felt like I had just made a new invention

Or wrote a book that everyone wanted to read

I felt like I was an actress in a fantastic movie

And I wrote that movie too

It’s hard to explain how I am feeling

I will just say that I am feeling the happiest I have ever felt.  

 

 

 

 

I reached into my pocket

To find my old golden locket

With its old golden chain

That is rusted because of the rain

I had a peek inside

To find a picture of me

With my old friend Lee

I haven’t seen her for a year and a day

Where I saw her at the bay in May

We flew our kites

And rode our bikes

And laughed along the way

I will for sure remember that day

From the picture that I have in my locket

That was in my pocket

With its old golden chain

That is rusted because of the rain

I closed the locket 

And put it back in my pocket

To open another day

By: Ana-Maria Barlin