Exclusive Ink

Author: lwortley

  • DESTRUCTION

    by ZURI

    Just a little rough around the edges,
    But I know your insides are smooth to the touch.
    Heart of cold polished metal.
    Rock hard with many different layers.

    Took a chisel to the different places I saw fit,
    And a lot of pieces fell apart,
    But in my eyes, everything seemed to fit.

    I was hoping all my plans
    Were going to succeed,
    And I felt the need to go deeper.
    But I played the wrong cards.
    I hit the deck too many times,
    My chisel hit a smooth rock that I didn’t mean to shatter
    And I got burned by the lava kept at your core.

    But I loved you.
    So, I stood there until I couldn’t take any more.
    And now I can’t
    I let go.
    And you burned the cards of our life.

    So, now I sit back, sipping tea,
    And watch you destroy your protective shell and everything else.

  • TO THE ANT

    by BRIA

    The small ebony colored creature
    Walks miles and miles all day,
    Searching for crumbs of life.

    To you, the blades of grass are skyscrapers.
    A tiny dust particle is an elephant.

    You work in alliance to build your homes of
    Caked mud and crumbling dirt.

    You creep in my house when you smell something good.
    You like to swarm together on top of a crumb,
    All stacked up like a pile of pancakes.

    The heavy food you carry on your back must get tiring,
    Reminds me of the baggage I carry and can’t let go.

    You must be sad because you are always the smallest thing around,
    Going un-noticed like a midget exchange student in New York City.

    Sorry to say, I do not like you.
    I am just too scared.
    The thought of you makes me squirm with goose bumps and chills.
    I wish you would crawl back into your hill
    And NEVER come out.
    I hate ants.

  • RAIN

    by ERIC

    I
    To erode nature staining the curbs slippery is relentless.
    Blacking the skies soaking intensity
    The drops waltz through the atmosphere, trapping the public
    To erode nature by re-morphing hills into trenches

    II
    The preparation falls like tears
    As if disaster was summoned.
    Sunny days turn into treachery
    Disowned by the beauty that walks the streets
    Like a witch betraying her coven.

    III
    The windows deafened from the screech of sunlight.
    The oceans drown
    Floods carry away the lights and the wheels

    IV
    The drizzles and drops
    Smother the rainbows prolonged
    Heaven lassos the clouds

    V
    Families hidden in transportation
    Shielded by wipers on the automobiles
    Forecast entwined like products of prophets

  • SCHOOL

    by ERIC

    Faculties of un-edged conformity
    Lifeless building, a teenager’s purgatory
    Bricks stained with debris littered with the unease of normality
    A gymnasium built to give healthful energy but
    At this interval, an ugly unfinished structure
    That screams tragedy
    To give destruction
    To give health is this learning environmental
    Alchemy cracks in the concrete
    The rose still grows in formality.

  • VIOLENCE IN WORDS

    by ERIC

    Violence in words, sentence is death.

    If caught at the wrong side, attacked by verbal grenades of the judgmental wishing for a repaired heart, blowing out candles but still embarking towards the light, my heaven reprimands you. My darkened thoughts wish for a spark of thoughts to ignite this eclipse. Wishing for the lacerations to vanish from my wrists, splattered letters written in crimson. Wishing for the three words with eight letters to stop being shoved down my throat as a reminder to remember my stomach snapping my independence. Wishing to remain mute, to stop the farewells from emotionally interrupting myself indirectly, deaf, unheard adolescence and will to learn. It is easier than being a cold blooded in hibernation, to regain consciousness of this endless trance, a wish for a letter to be sent to this person, dear dearly departed. To run then dive, to jump, to fly, to move, is to grow. I wish for the end to subside, to warm up a dish best served cold, a miracle, and for the deprived to uncover the truth in the lie and I wish, to stand up.