Exclusive Ink

Author: CMS

  • MY PEN

    by ALYSSA

    Smooth, Sleek,
    Sweet black ink…
    Drips from you onto the page
    Showing Whole –
    Sadness & Rage,
    Happiness and above all,
    Reality and Dreams

    Smooth, Sleek,
    Sweet black ink…
    Harolder of Creation
    Harbinger of Destruction
    Revealer to
    Reality and Dreams.

    Smooth, Sleek,
    Sweet black ink…
    from horrible dissonant harmonies
    to sweet sanctified melodies,
    you
    create
    My Dreams
    My Reality

    Smooth, Sleek,
    Sweet black ink…
    You are simple,
    like the page you haven’t written on –
    blank, empty,
    but full of potential
    to be so much more-
    There’s the obvious,
    a drawing,
    a visual scene,
    a sketch –
    done in sweet black ink.

    To be a captivating musical composition –
    Egmont, incidental music, Opus 84, Beethoven,
    Ich Steine, Du Steine, Peter Fox,
    In Dreams, by Me

    Or even more-
    a piece of poetry
    preaching peace
    posting a publication
    or possibly
    – JUST SHARING YOUR SOUL –
    – or maybe the most important thing
    Sharing a Dream for our Reality

    But whatever it may be,
    I give my love to thee,
    dearest pen,
    and your
    Smooth, Sweet,
    Sleek black ink,
    because You
    Create
    with Me.

  • CARPE DIEM

    by PAULA

    One more thing before you go;
    I hope you know what you mean to me.
    Even though your scars have leaned on me through your darkest days,
    I still carry the burden faithfully.
    One more thing before you go;
    Just bow your head and pray
    To never waste a day,
    To never falter in your stride,
    And to always feel alive
    As you take my breath away.
    One more thing before you go;
    I have to know…
    Did you think of me when you ran from the show?
    The band still played,
    Yet, you pretended not to know
    The danger of our fall.
    We broke away.
    Did you just not care?
    Was your heart in it at all?
    Were there any feelings there?
    I know I’ve said this before.
    If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times,
    I swear.
    But, one more thing before you go;
    Would it have killed you to try?
    Say hello to the angels below.

  • ATTACHMENTS

    by PAULA

    Tears shed from loveless words
    Thoughtless abominations
    And meaningless apologies
    Truths hidden beneath the lies we seize
    Feelings destroyed
    Tossed around like a childhood toy
    Unspoken phrases left to be said
    Congratulations
    You’ve destroyed me
    Now, let the anger ring free
    No more binding ties
    Or cultivating harmonies

  • MONKEY M.I.A.

    by MICHAEL

    Missing ape-like toy. It is about 8 inches in height. It has two arms and two legs. With a grayish brownish coat all over. With a button to the chest which makes it make a faint monkey noise like king kong, as well as it makes the eyes on it glow red. It has some marks on it where the paint on it has worn off from old age and drops and scratches and toy-versus-toy matches.

    When I was at the age of 7 I was tired of being an only child. So, I talked to my grandpa about it and he, probably joking, gave me this toy calling it my brother. But, as I was only 7, I took it seriously. As a matter of fact, I took it home from his house and gave it a place to sleep in my bed that very night. Now maybe this wouldn’t matter as much to me if he didn’t give this to me the same year he died. I am 14 now so I have had it for the half of my life and still have a place for it in my room. Even after I have grown out of toys and childish things. Even though I have pressed the button on his chest so many times that the monkey barely makes any noise. I keep it for a faint memory of my grandfather. If you were to see me with it at anytime I would reply saying “my brother.” If I do not find it I will lose a part of my past forever.

  • ¿POR QUE?

    by BERJE

    Around me is a love so strong it is surrounded by cables wrapped around like a bond or love tie. My PS3 is in a relationship with my TV. At the age of 14 I got my PS3. My PS3 has been hooked on my TV ever since I introduced them. Here is the story of a relationship…

    “Honey?” asked the PS3. “Yes?” replied the TV. “What would you do if we were ever split up?” “I would shut down, never to be played on, messed with, or anything! You are my only true love,” exclaimed the TV. The same night someone had broken into the house they were both in. The robber had taken the PS3 yet not the TV. They said their last goodbyes, as the robber was jolting out of the house.

    “PPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOORRRRRR     QQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEE???!!!!!!?!??!?!!?!?” yelled the TV in Spanish mode.

    The TV had completely shut down just wondering why.