Exclusive Ink

Author: CMS

  • BLOOD OF THE SCRIBE

    by JADON

    I’m pinned to the walls.
    I’m ready for the ritual.
    I’m ready to leave.
    I’m ready to die.

    They’re just leeches.
    They want nothing else from me.
    For I am the Scribe.
    With a flick of my wrist I can send this world spiraling into the murky abyss.
    But I can also clean the slate of mankind’s wrongdoings.

    I was nothing before I exposed my abilities to them.
    I was a nobody, and now they worship me like a god.
    But now they figured out the secret.
    The secret that will change everything.

    And now I am bound by leather.
    And now they’ll paint the walls…

    With the blood of the Scribe.

  • THE BLIND MAN

    by KIYLA

    I’m the blind man who can see
    The wind that breathes between my fingers,
    But sings with the leaves.
    I look up and see them swaying in perfect joyful harmony.
    I run sensing my freedom.

    I’m the blind man who can see
    The music, the melody,
    The one that inspires me
    Is the same thing that inspired Mozart,
    Pure talent.

    I’m the blind man who can see,
    And all I need is rain, maybe thunder
    To calm me down,
    A different aroma from my candle.

  • OUR LEADERS?

    by ISIAH

    Hiding from the powerful,
    An alias to use peacefully.
    The horrible enigma
    that intimidates foes, equally.
    The rancor that is used
    won’t be used graciously.
    It’s horror, but not fiction–
    the laws we stand by
    are ironic by definition.
    With the insane imbeciles
    asking why I must disdain
    this world that we live in,
    not knowing the truth.
    Could you bear to bare the truth?
    Our lucidity as a whole
    is a timorous horse let loose.
    Our so-called leaders
    attempt  to pacify us.
    They don’t know that we hate them.
    Let them comfort us
    from our insipid sins.
    They should know we are
    only doing this because of them.

  • CORE OF THE EARTH

    by JEREMIAH

    I exist in the core of the earth,
    feel alone surrounded by hate.
    Sometimes people give but mostly they take.
    They took my trust – my heart isn’t broken,
    but it doesn’t beat only three times a week.
    Woke up and now I exist in the core of the earth,
    No men, no women, none giving birth.
    I’m all alone; I’m running out of hope now.
    I’m kind of hurt as the dirt flows through my fingers.
    I figure I’ll start some type of success.
    It’s a strange feeling pumping in my chest.
    God does everything for a reason,
    and this is my test.

  • PIVOTAL FUTURE

    by ERIC

    Felicity is simplicity
    Indecency desolates
    Tranquility
    Happiness is seen habitually
    Dissolving the hiatus of cheerful faces
    In a glistening oasis
    A drenched remedy
    Although society begs to differ
    Exiling the people who drown there sorrow in liquor
    Questions purge out of bottle
    Answered behind the wheel
    This equation hushes the minds inside the penitentiary system-
    Everything is quiet as the guards
    Try to depict
    This gibberish is sent to be spoken in prison
    Behind bars where words echo supersonic
    The wounds are chronic
    The surges of pain blended with untranslatable words leave the drunken macaronic
    While adolescence lacks parental guidance and bondage
    Sooner or later these tweens
    Spend currency illegally
    To drown out problems
    That arose from the father’s intoxicated violence
    A road to disaster and the plane takes off on the blacktop and the child is the pilot
    The airplane pivots
    And spirals into bottle of jack
    The father that
    Acts ends up staring at concrete
    Unable to envision his kin’s collapse