Exclusive Ink

Author: lwortley

  • A CONVERSATION IN THE BARNYARD

    by ARIEANNA

    Pig: I wake up in the morning and try to pick myself off the ground. SO what I do is wiggle myself up. Man, let me tell you, cow, if you lived like me you would love it, brah.

    Cow: Are you sure about that?

    Pig: Yeah, man…look, homie, the farmer brings me food every day, and not that nasty stuff, that good stuff. Man, cow, you be eatin’ that grass and I be eatin’ corn, green beans, meat…like a stew, home skillet.

    Cow: Oh, really?

    Pig: Yeah, bro, it’s like a strew, bro.

    Cow: Tell me more.

    Pig: So, bro, you know how I’m fat I get to just lay back while you’re standing? Broooo, the best thing is the mud, bro. You gotta try the mud…

    Cow: So you have a pretty easy life.

    Pig: Yeah, I do, don’t I?

    Cow: Yeah, until Christmas…

    Pig: What you tryin’ to say, bro? I’m just ham to you? I’m just bacon?

    Cow: Yeah, pretty much.

    Pig: Okay, you just a piece of hamburger. That’s all you’ll ever be, homie.

    Cow: Man, I really don’t care.

    Pig: Okay, bro, you pushin’ my buttons. So you wanna go? Huh? We can go!

    Cow: Oh boy!

    Pig: Yeah, you know you lucky this gate holdin’ me back. You lucky. Cuz I would oink you right now.

    Cow: Ight. I don’t got time for this. Bye, pig…

    Pig: Yeah, walk away! You’ll be back! They always come back! OINK OINK!

    *TWO HOURS LATER, AFTER PIG’S MUD BATH*

    Pig: You wanna bump, now?

    Cow: Naw, bro. I’m cool. I’m sorry.

    Pig: Ight. I guess I am, too. It’s cool.

    Cow: It’s good. I’m good bro.

    Pig: So, wanna hang later?

    Cow: Ight.

  • DON’T CUT, CUT THIS

    by JAMMONICA

    Don’t pick up that knife
    for an arm. Pick it up for cutting
    a piece of cake.

    I know that you’ve been sad lately,
    but I’m trying to understand
    why you’ve been hating yourself lately.
    Why can’t you see the beauty of walking
    on that colorful rainbow?

    Don’t pick up that knife
    for a leg. Pick it up for cutting
    apples.

    I know that you have been
    in that dark shadow, that it’s time
    to spread your wings and fly.

    Don’t pick up that knife
    for a second, I won’t be able to stomach
    that decision. Instead, why don’t you wear
    a bright bow tie and cut
    the sadness from your life?

    Instead of cutting yourself,
    cut some paper or pick up that paper
    and write me a letter,

    and I’ll write you a letter.
    And I would say, darling, you’re okay.
    I smile when you smile. The whole room
    lights up. Turn that smile upside. 

  • SECRETS

    by JAYMISON

    Are some good or bad or both
    Secrets
    Are these the lies that rob the truth
    Secrets
    That keeps me away from you
    Secrets that rob illusion of its reality
    Saying that everything will be okay
    Secrets
    Keeps us from opening up to the ones we
    love fearing that this addiction to this false
    love tearing at you saying, you tell someone about me
    you’ll lose them, they can’t trust you but you can trust me
    by not telling them you won’t be judged
    Secrets
    The feeling I get when I have them
    Vulnerable
    The feeling I get when I tell them

     

  • PARIS IN THE U.S.

    by KYLA

    Paris is filled with affection,
    grapes, and small cakes.

    Paris has a bunch of charming
    French lawyers who constantly
    debate about how much they
    like you.

    Paris is like a fair with
    colors and sweet snacks.

    Paris has chocolates,
    sweetness and more.

    Paris has fun and bunches
    of buns.

    Paris has more than what
    we can bargain for. It is
    so bright, and filled with
    delight.

    Paris has a mood to set
    your heart on fire. To warm
    your emotions and spark your desires.

  • STRAWBERRY JELLY & CRÈME

    by KYLA

    Strawberry jelly is red like a heart,
    sweet like honey and
    thick like jello.

    Strawberry jelly is the center of affection,
    the yummiest valentine, the most colorful
    dessert.

    Strawberry jelly has the attention
    span of a lifetime. It listens like a sweetie pie and
    flirts, ‘til it makes you cry.

    Strawberry jelly is kind
    like a flavored red wine. Like a cherry
    on an ice-cream sundae.

    Strawberry jelly is a sugary
    song on a sad violin, the
    bass of a jazz band, the
    beat of the heart.

    Strawberry jelly brings
    couples together on Valentine’s
    Day, so that they can never
    fall apart.