Exclusive Ink

Author: CMS

  • HALLWAYS, KIDS

    by DARYL

    Very long and narrow, just like his cranium.
    Unknown, like the element Uranium.
    I look down when I walk and all I see is floor tiles.
    You think when you’re walking, you’ll be walking miles.
    Not literally, but figuratively, and some kids have the tendency
    From when they’re running in the halls for teachers to show the clemency.
    Or think of it, even worse, getting caught by the principal.
    Okay, so tell me why you’re not reprehensible.
    But first, why do you hurt me so much? You’re so pop-a-pimp-able.
    Well Mr. Law, this is how it is, Imma get straight to it, to the gist, skip the BS.
    We skipped because we don’t like the new chemist.
    But she do gotta nice smile; is she a dentist?
    Never mind that, let’s get back to the topic. Stop it.

  • ORBIT

    by DARYL

    Constantly on fire and soaring like a planet.
    Never look back, I start forward like I was Mickael Pietrus.
    Warm inhabitation, fire place, room is velvet.
    Parents come in at 12:00 wondering why I’m not in bed yet.
    The reason is, I’m working on my rhymes, not giving two thoughts about the time.
    I’m the center of attention, but still get around like the sun in orbit.
    I promised my family and friends I’d made it big, so they call be “Orbit.”
    I’m high on top, with my high top, never faded.
    7th grade I was unattractive and my shoes were outdated.
    I felt degraded, but yet everyone around me was still so bold.
    Middle of the summer, stuck daydreaming, my body feeling cold.

  • ONE WORD AT A TIME

    by A.J. & SHAWN

    Great lakes splashing colorful mists below me.
    Boats steaming rapidly smell like oysters,
    fresh from bathtubs where I pass cups of saltwater
    over outstretched lips, chapped, thirsty.
    Forever dry, the pillows floating like capsules of
    aspirin throughout constant prayer, filtering extremely emotional
    fists against specific penitents.
    Bubble pops, reality kicks – you’re contagious with
    your beautifully ugly self-esteem
    leading your unstoppable growth;
    it’s scary with fragile arms broken, bent, and hurt.
    Mood swings dropping lightly like antennae – no signal –
    balanced between fingertips gripping
    yesterday’s throat.
    Crystalline, that’s my fruit punch.
    Emotional dinosaurs soar over the lagoon;
    I stare up –
    brightly colored stars – they’re so beautiful
    that I begin to remember you in harsh memories
    that I try to bury alive but it keeps connecting with the horrible memories.
    Stuffed bunnies, recycled trash, and tough love
    spreads like roaches eating peanut-shaped sweets,
    physical darlings scattering abundantly.
    Clangers clang.
    Kaboom.

  • OCTOBER NIGHT

    by CURTIS

    Let’s go outside me and you,
    When the sky is so bright and oh so blue
    Like a patient lying on the table.
    Me and you could walk through vacant streets,
    Emptying our minds of the tiring past weeks,
    Spending nights at bad hotels,
    Eating at restaurants with oyster-shells,
    Going through repetitive roads with bad intentions
    To lead you curious of possible extensions
    Asking “What was it?”
    And the curiosity leads to you taking a visit.

    The fog that stealthily sneaks upon windows.
    The smoke with a muzzle in camouflage as the wind blows,
    Acting as Santa going down the chimney,
    Dancing its way down like it’s doing the shimmy,
    And now it sees it’s a beautiful October night
    So now it’s having sweet dreams in the clouds flying like a kite.

  • GET LOST IN ME

    by ZURI

    My eyes are fogged from frosted rain.
    My soul is like a polluted lake,
    water like poison to those that drink.
    You step up like a lost angel, step in and you will sink.
    Your thoughts are abandoned,
    like a foster child.
    I can’t save you, it’s like your lost is the wild. My mind.
    As you go deeper you start to think,
    “Like, what am I looking for?”
    But I swear if you dig deeper you’ll see.
    I have something to give,
    just get lost in me.
    You wouldn’t believe all the stuff we could be.
    Please…just give me the chance to be the real me.