Exclusive Ink

Author: lwortley

  • BREATHING, HERO

    by KATRINA

    “Breathing”-Jason Derulo

    I only miss you when I’m breathin’
    I only miss you when I’m breathin’
    Without your love don’t know
    how I’ll survive,it’s you, it’s you
    that’s keeping me alive
    I only miss you when I’m breathin’

    “Hero”-Mariah Carey

    And then a hero comes along
    with the strength to carry on
    and you cast your fears aside
    and you know you can survive
    when you feel like hope is gone
    look inside you and be strong
    and you finally see the truth
    that a hero lies in you

    The reason I like “Hero” by Mariah Carey is because of my hero and the hero I plan to be. I plan to be like my hero. My hero is my mom. She takes care of me and makes sure I have what I need. I don’t know what I would do without her. The love she provides for me is out of this world. I like to say “my life is a puzzle, I fall apart but in the end someone picks up my pieces and puts me back together.” That person who picks me up in the end is my mom. She’s always there. And I love her.

  • SUCH BEAUTY IN ONE MAN’S LAUGH

    by DAIZJHA

    He’s laughing at the boy who spreads ketchup on his golden chicken.
    His laughter’s thick and lofty, filling the room
    with its sound, drawing the family’s attention
    to the boy. The children join in the laughter,
    for this tradition of eating chicken is foreign
    and new. Smells of divine meats and vegetables
    fill the home, overpowering this laughter.
    Again it’s silent and the clang and cling
    of silverware resumes.
    He’s stuck his gaze on the boy as he eats his
    meal and chuckles.
    He’s cold yet warm.
    He’s the hoe no the pickaxe in the shed.
    His light’s dim and suspended in darkness.
    He’s the beginning of the hurricane, the instant from calm to danger.
    He’s a black onyx wrapped in silk and grunge.
    He’s the canyon you wonder where it ends, where it begins.
    He’s midnight where everything is hushed and silent but the people know
    there are secrets in the dark.
    But somehow this boy of weird taste brings out a genuine laugh,
    a joyous smile.
    A remarkable night.
    It has been a while since he’s laughed this laugh
    covered in dust and cobwebs from the months and years
    of non-use. The family knows
    this and they can only be grateful for
    that night laughter has never struck that man
    so hard he fell from his chair
    holding that tiny belly. That night ended
    with such beauty in one man’s laugh.

  • EPIPHANY (FOR MEN)

    by KYLA

    As far as I know, we were eating one night. The scent of battered chicken basking in the greased up skillet. The sound of the stove’s roaring fire. But what really got him was an epiphany within a dream. In the dark he followed the strangest sound. He felt for the doorknob and pulled it open. He felt as if he was in a small living room. A record was playing somewhere in the distance; Elvis Presley was singing on the stage with the crowd cheering. Now he could see him.

    A voice had startled him. It was of a man with a mature voice and tone.

    “You know, he had it good before he met drugs,” the voice said. “Have a seat, William.”

    There were glowing red eyes surrounded by a golden body. He had a rainbow-colored Egyptian eye on his forehead.

    “Listen to him closely,” he said.

    “Aloha oi, aloha oi. Aikio aloha noho ika lepo. One fond embrace. Hello then goodbye. Until we meet again,” sang Elvis.

    “He sang that song to his family, because somehow he knew that he would not last forever,” he continued. “Tell me. How do you think Elvis felt when he lost his family because of his delinquent circumstances? I’ll give you a hint. Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.”

    In a strong light my brother woke up.

    “What happened to you?” I asked.

    “Well, this guy visited me in my dream. He told me how important life was and that I should spend it being thankful for my family,” he said.

    I was touched, because I knew that guy. I always will, but do you know him?

  • NOT SERENDIPITOUSLY

    by PAULA

    The skies opened, christening
    New growth
    Wrapping around my shoulders
    Brought by incessant movement within
    Labyrinths beneath the city.
    The paths of righteousness
    Led us by moonlight into caverns.
    Steal the spotlight,
    Dear child, sweet child.
    Take the lead, not serendipitously.
    You were meant to shine.
    Twirling onto the stage. Watered-down
    Fossils, memories rushing from time to time.
    Ambition outweighs the pride
    Burdening my mind with impatience.
    Waiting burlesque dancers
    Hid in the shadows.
    To every thing there is a season, and a time
    To every purpose under Heaven.
    Hang in there.

  • THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A CD

    by JENNY

    I.
    Blue sky with white clouds,
    a handsome face, a gold chain.

    II.
    5 gum hairline,
    perfect line up
    faded out.

    III.
    That parented advisory
    show all the
    emotion.

    IV.
    Staring into the future
    leaving the past behind.

    V.
    Drake that name Drake
    nothing was the same

    VI.
    Those two chains around
    his neck make him look
    like thug.

    VII.
    His music makes me feel
    hyped and cool

    VIII.
    Holding the digital CD makes me feel
    that I have his voice.

    IX.
    He makes us feel like
    we are not the only ones
    with heartbreaks

    X.
    He cold because
    he is from
    Canada

    XI.
    Soccerball goes around
    the world

    XII.
    The write clouds keep
    moving while he rapping

    XIII.
    He was going to
    make it rain with his
    cold Canadian clouds