Exclusive Ink

Author: lwortley

  • HOW TO RULE

    by BRANDON

    Although the sword can instill fear in any man or child, the pen can make the strongest nation tremble and cower. Like an infant fresh out of a mother’s womb. What that means is just because you dictate with an iron fist, your actions you have are full of bliss, and just because you raise your hand, all may not tremble with fear. Sketching your thoughts to reach further than a redwood, deliver words that trickle throughout the stream of your blood and embed themselves in your heart. As a leader, as an elder, you have the obligation to rule as I am. Generous, kind, loving, instead of being a brute or a tyrant that causes as much destruction inside of his own state haven as opposed to oppressing the oppressors of the ones you love most.

  • PYRONORMAL VANISHTIVITY

    by KYLA

    Stan sat in the driver’s seat, clutching the rapidly deteriorating steering wheel, in front of the only two-story house on Hill Street. Stan loved to set houses on fire, the blazing glory of bright golden flames hitting the skyline. He was one of those pyromaniacs, who would look forward to the action of eliminating someone else’s valuables.

    In the leather seats of the minivan he sat. He grinned sinisterly to himself as a young brunette walked casually by. This flame-broiled pyromaniac was looking for a match, but in this case, her name was Isabelle. She also happened to be the young brunette who walked by a few minutes ago.

    She turned to unlock her black Dodge Neon when Stan stepped out of his minivan nervously. He walked up to the young brunette, glancing at her with his midnight neon eyes. She glanced up at him curiously with eyes as blue as the Atlantic Ocean. Isabelle had natural hot pink lips, light caramel skin, and a raging, yet calm, fire in her deep blue eyes.

    “It’s a little chilly out here, isn’t it?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle nodded as the frustration of not being able to unlock her car impaled her.

    “Do you need a ride?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle turned to him, shivering before she answered, “Sure”.

    He opened the vehicle door for her before he got in himself. They drove in an awkward silence that lasted amongst the watch’s time.

    “Where to?” Stan asked.

    “The in-town suite on the left,” she replied.

    He pulled into the gravel parking lot and parked. She still did not move, nor look at him.

    “Here we are,” Stan said.

    “This isn’t it. I was looking for the one in West Virginia,” she stated.

    So he pulled out and drove along the road once more. Isabelle tensed as the sound of police sirens caught the drift of the wind. Fog blinded the windshield as darkness sunk in on the chariot couple.

    From in front of them the sound of tornado sirens drowned out the sound of the police sirens. The couple kept on the road as they neared the town of Silent Hill in West Virginia. Suddenly, the couple themselves vanished. And the only sound that cracked the silence was the barking of dogs.

  • THE FOG

    by PAULA

    I ain’t done much of this before
    Being a kid and all, not much
    Experience.
    But, I got a whole life to live
    In front of me.
    Taking the path less traveled is no
    Option
    Because I’m not going to be a mere
    Shadow of someone else.
    I’m gonna make my own footprints,
    Make my own memories.
    If I expect to be anything other
    Than a splash of paint on
    My canvas.
    If I expect to make it in this world,
    I gotta be the best.
    So when the world puts it
    To the test
    I’m gonna give it my all.
    Forget being afraid to fall.
    Cause ain’t no one gonna push
    Me down.
    I’ll crash to one knee
    But my head will never hit the
    Ground.
    I’m higher than the statue of
    Liberty
    But I don’t got my head in
    The clouds.
    I’m looking straight into the
    Eyes of my future
    And I’m not backing down.
    And I’m not rapping.
    These gangsters out here trapping
    Through the night while I’m
    Getting my rest.
    Ain’t nothing wrong with doing what
    You gotta do
    To make a life.
    You gotta take care of your own
    And, I sure as hell ain’t grown
    I don’t know shit bout payin’ bills.
    Getting over hills life throws at me
    If I had lemons I’d pass ‘em
    Back.
    Fuck Lemonade.
    It’s the sugar I’m lacking.
    But just because I don’t know
    What being jumped on feels like,
    Don’t mean I don’t
    Know the struggle.
    Snuggle up to my teddy bear
    When I hear gunshots outside.
    3 a.m. and I can’t sleep cause
    Every day’s another fight.
    Taken away my right
    To marry.
    Join the military
    Just cause I’ve learned to love
    Myself and the others in my life.
    Trying to cope with addiction
    Both family members and mine.
    Finding time to finish school, church,
    Friends, making a chance in this world for myself.
    I’m trying to hard to be a good
    Daughter, friend, sister.
    I’m learning to adore myself
    And, someday, I hope it’ll all
    Turn out fine
    The way the rhymes do in
    Fairytales. I don’t want to be
    A princess, just a girl with dreams,
    Goals, a drive to make sure
    No more friends get
    Shot in the back and killed.
    Running from a man who knew
    No mercy.
    Bullets fly faster – the pleas of
    Forgiveness, apparently.
    Who says I don’t know pain?
    Rejection? Self-loathing?
    Who says I haven’t known
    Heartache and trouble? Depression
    And sacrifice?
    Poverty and restless nights?
    Don’t judge me based on where I do
    Or don’t come from.
    Judge me based on my aspirations,
    Interests, choices. Choices I liked.
    Not choices that were a paradox
    In themselves.
    Because you don’t always have
    Freedom in your choices.
    Hear our voices when we
    Rise from our grieving ashes
    Begging for a cause.
    Hear out begs for change when
    We grasp that contrary to
    Popular belief,
    Not all hope is lost.
    Hear our hopes and dreams
    That getting the hell out
    Of here is worth the cost
    That we’re gonna make a life
    Worth writing down someday
    That we’ll be remembered
    Through the fog.

  • INNOCENCE

    by KENYETTA

    She plays and runs in the field…
    Her feet bare kicking in the mud…
    She has no care or worries…
    She’s innocent with her
    Blue yes, blonde hair, short legs,
    And small feet.
    She can do no wrong and her
    Imagination is running wild
    And free, protecting her from
    Evil and wrong.  She so naïve
    And she barely understands
    What goes on around.
    She spins herself around until
    She is dizzy, until she plotz
    To the ground and look up to
    The big blue sky with a smile
    As big as a watermelon wedge as
    She lays in the rich beautiful
    Grass.

  • ECONOMY

    by KENYETTA

    Piled up bills on the table the fridge is empty not much Furniture cause the spots where it used to be are just Dust bunnies.  He just sits alone Crying in his 32 year old body Remembering the good times He had with his ex-wife and three children – two girls and one Son.  But then he starts to remember the pain she left behind when she went back to New York City to live with her sister.  He takes a sip of his coffee with his cigarette in the other hand wishing if only he could just been able to support his Family like he used.  But he has no Job and with no job he can’t maintain to keep nice things.  He Goes to bed he lays there in shame Oh how he wish he had his life Back instead of struggling to find A nice paying job.  Then, by his side his family would still be.