Exclusive Ink

Author: CMS

  • THE EDGE OF MY MIND

    by ALYSSA

    I’m sitting again,
    on the edge of a cold brick wall,
    somewhere between the ruins of my once peaceful mind,
    and the intellectual bounties of a world outside.
    I’m between two not-so-different places
    exchanging glances
    with scornful faces.
    You see,
    in the world that is my mind,
    a world that never sleeps,
    there’s never peace.
    There’s no war,
    but it seems the fighting may never cease.
    So from the edge of this cold brick wall,
    I rise, ready to build my mind with bounties from each of it’s sides.
    This wall has begun to warm from light shining on both sides,
    welcoming greetings, from a newer, stranger world
    of reality,
    glad to see me face it.
    As for the fighting between me, conscience, and I,
    I’m ready to end it.
    It’s time to obliterate this wall
    so that I may expand a piece OF my mind,
    to regain peace IN my mind,
    and share it
    with the world
    outside.

  • GRAY

    by DAEZY

    Does the world have a voice of it’s own?
    Or do we create it?
    Do we demand control over something far more powerful?
    Or do we just sedate it?
    The questions of a human being are always involving the word “solve.”
    We thirst for something bigger, stronger,
    As time moves on, and we evolve.
    So for those who see in black and white,
    I am your perfect shade of gray.
    Because I am not the belle of the ball,
    The trendsetter,
    Or the smart one.
    I am just your normal teen
    With a new idea
    To bring to the scene.
    I will announce it to the world.
    “I’m just a normal girl,
    But I am on a quest for difference!
    I am not afraid of change!
    So for those trapped in a world of black and white,
    DARE to be a shade of gray!”
    The world is ever-changing now,
    But we can change it for the better!
    We just have to open our hearts and minds to a new idea.
    Be different, or rather be courageous!
    I see the world in black, white, and gray.
    Because for every dark storm cloud, a white cloud.
    For every hurricane, a rainbow.
    For every hungry child, a well-fed one.
    For every depressed teen, an anti-depressant.
    The world has numerous good and bad colors.
    But gray divides them.
    Gray is neutral.
    So am I.
    So why not be prepared for gray?

  • SCORCHED WAVES

    by ERIC

    The asphalt drenched with the sun’s rays
    Taking swigs of the fountain of youth to ease the outcome
    of which the wrinkles consist
    But regurgitating the truth of the drought
    Sun burns giving out like citations
    The people pleading for clouds
    The big apple rots in the heat
    Sunlight stains the streets
    And cripples the trees
    Drying out the leaves
    The Destination is paved with perspiration from the eyebrows
    This sweat in beads
    Is conquered by a slow gust
    Of the summer breeze
    Heat waves relief
    Or calm to future grief

  • SCARED

    by DAEZY

    The world is trying to eat me alive
    I swear
    You look under my bed
    And you’ll find my mom staring back at you

    Are you scared yet?

    I just saw Paranormal Activity 2
    That thing is a nightmare-o-matic machine
    I tried the Bloody Mary thing
    And she was actually…pretty nice

    Are you scared yet?

    I had lunch with her
    She bought me lobster
    Or rather she scared the crap out of the cooks
    Seriously

    They literally ran into the kitchen and tried to shoot themselves!
    But she stopped them and demanded them to make lunch
    If Bloody Mary walked up to you with a bloody shoe
    And ordered you to make brunch, what would you do?

    Are you scared yet?

    I know none of this is probably
    BOO!
    Haha, got you!
    Are you spooked?

  • MOTHER’S ARMS

    by ERIC

    Cascade of a cadence
    Radiant melodies
    Resembling anything but hatred
    Fast paced from the heart
    Ending in stasis
    Keeping hearts at home captive
    Cardiac insulation
    Away from harm
    World’s protection
    Maternal arms
    Child’s self reflection
    Mental injection
    The apple gains seeds
    After the forbidden fruit
    Falls from the trees
    Her recollection in a sentence
    Nurtures my retrospect
    Child’s provision