Exclusive Ink

Author: CMS

  • LIFE

    by JONATHAN

    The ashes of the buildings
    of the past. Memories of tortured
    souls wandering a lifeless path.
    No one in sight. No one
    truly alive. Whatever happened
    is not over yet. It’s life to die but no matter
    what we can never really die. Life is life.
    Death is death. You can live but you can
    never truly die. Memories of your path
    flood your mind as you are placed under
    a spell of eternal sleep. The end is only a chapter
    opening to beginning. Your life begins with one
    and will end with many.

  • BIG HEART

    by JAY

    Look at her hair it flows in the air. She’s beautiful.
    Not a one direction song but I can stare all day long.

    A beautiful girl with lovely curls. Perfect eyes in her size.

    Big heart for the world to see but it’s only for me.
    Dark chocolates: she isn’t a fan but I’m her man! #NOEMOJIS

    Look at his handsome and also Mansome.

    Beautiful creature where did you come from. It can’t be
    my world.

    Lover boy who smells like a Dove.

    White chocolates don’t have curls but I’m a hip-
    type of girl.

  • SAD PINE

    by JADON

    I am much like a pine tree.
    Propped and gloomy.
    Fickle and frayed.
    Green, but not jovial.
    A sad pine indeed.

    Prickly at the touch.
    Warded sights inspire retreat.
    Punctured needles weep.

    Battered and alone:
    a sad pine nesting in the deep.

  • UNDERWATER

    by FLOR

    I looked out the window.
    It wasn’t bright.
    There was no
    light.

    A while later there I saw
    a button that said “lights.”
    I pressed it. I wasn’t
    prepared.

    There were so many sea creatures.
    Blue and very bright. Even though
    I was alone in a submarine I didn’t
    complain.

    Just the fact that I’m a 12 year
    old boy in a submarine without
    a mother, no father, nothing,
    but fish.

    A while later this creature appeared.
    It was long and dark and it gave me
    fear. But then I noticed it seemed familiar.

    The last time it came I named it Kane.

  • TALKING SUNFLOWER

    by KARETTA

    On the first day of the spring there was a sunflower that talked. It had eyes with a pink mouth and a black nose. It was a very happy sunflower; always having a smile on her face. The only words you heard were “don’t worry … be happy.” Always singing Ariana Grande and Ed Sheeran. Her favorite songs were “Love Me Harder” and “Thinking Out Loud.” She also occasionally loved singing Sam Smith “I’m Not the Only One.” Anyway the flower started hopping around, as she was going she meets a rabbit.