Personify an Object

Write a poem or a story in which you imagine you are an object. Write about how that object sees the world.

I Am

by Ahmad Alony

Whenever they look for a retreat after a long stressful day, they look for me, and they feel  comfortable as long as I’m with them, touching them. Every Friday dad, mom and the two kids would congregate around me, showing me their back as their brains absorbed new film scenes.  I’m well looked after every morning when mom pats me and shakes the dust off me, whilst placing me next to my other two companions. If the atmosphere in the living room is bright, the kids would jump on me, share recycled jokes and play their favorite fighting game, and mom and dad would share their favorite piña colada whilst talking about new undiscovered experiences with a Billie Holiday track filling the background. But when the atmosphere is dark, there are no playful  laughs, no toast of glasses, everything is dead. The curtains are shut. Young shouts are heard, mom being dragged to her room by her hair, the door slams and merciless beatings are heard. Screaming notes are heard that make the piña colada glasses vibrate. Dad comes out of the room whilst slamming the door behind him. He then heads to my direction, picks me up and repeatdly punches me to the point where my foamy insides are about to burst. My squared body is then thrown onto the wall and kicked off his sight. I have no say in this. The following morning I am back on there treat, but this time dad is alone. No laughs, just eight beer glasses on the table, and a gun next to me. Dad walks on the carpet, rests his back on me, places me between his gun and the side of his head, and shoots a whole right through me.

Peop Papers

by Mohammed Azme Khirallah

The world is being cruel to us. Why? Everyone uses us to do different things, and they don’t have a clue about the way we feel when they throw us in the garbage. Inessential! Yes we feel inessential. These people don’t know that every time they throw us in the garbage and run out of me; they go and kill our mothers. They destroy where we came from. There is no word that can describe the way we feel because this world made us forget how to feel, enjoy our life and be happy.  In contrast, a few people are trying to help where we came from and reuse us for good. They usually collect me and my siblings and gather us in one place and reproduce us and sell us to people. We don’t mind this type treatment as long as our relatives and mothers are safe. We love to help people since we were invented, but they also need to know that where we came from is more important than their business.

Wall

I stand there
watching,
listening in silence,
separating space
into worlds
while being part of them.
I may have a portal
that leads out of a space
into another,
or allow eyes to wander
out of my bounding presence
to what's beyond.
I can display whatever is hung on me.
Sometimes, in some places, I am transparent.

Keychain

Despite most of my days

spent in darkness,

people open up to me.

I live with my brothers and sisters.

We keep each other company.

With our pierced eyes,

we bare our teeth

and turn again toward darkness.

Write Something that Begins with My...

Write a poem or a story about a person. Each line should begin with My...

My Brother

by Ahmad Alony

My brother always ends up changing his mind whenever I am winning in an argument.

My brother and I love to spar in boxing, and he always floors me. My mother never finds out.

My brother is a year older than me, and he is still in high school.

My brother loves the automotive field, and plans on building his muscle car.

My brother and I love to cruise around the city with his Honda MR-V, whilst enjoying our favorite fruit cocktail.

My brother and I always end up playing a Call of Duty session together as soon as we both come home from school.

My brother and I love to play Memory Lane by NAS in the car whenever we are hyper.

My brother and I hate talking about politics because it always ends up turning into a verbal fight.

My brother and I have completely different tastes in clothing, he prefers black-everything, and I prefer Jeans and colorful tops.

My brother always copies me by running to the kitchen to make himself the same exact sandwich that he sees me eating.

My brother has sudden mood swings in the morning because he doesn’t sleep enough the night before.

My brother eats 3 fast food meals per week and never gains weight.

My brother always smells dishes that are new to him.

My brother likes to grow his hair to the point where his ears are not visible.

My brother got arrested once for fleeing the police with his car.

My brother and I shared an epiphany after watching the film Inception together.