Exclusive Ink

Category: Poetry

  • EVOLUTION OF MY LIFE

    by KRISTEN

    As a little girl nobody told me how
    Hard it would be;
    Didn’t tell me that I would be bullied,
    Get hurt, and let them make fun of me.
    But the thing they did tell me is that I
    Would be something;
    Told me follow my D.R.E.A.M.S and
    Let no one tell me different.
    In the evolution of my life, I would
    Move from being that shy girl to
    A shy girl who can sorta speak her mind.

    I started to let music, poetry, and
    Dance influence my life,
    So now I let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S,
    POETRY grab my hand, and DANCE lead my way
    The evolution of my life is the three above
    MUSIC, POETRY, and DANCE.

    I use to be the one who would be
    Afraid to say hello, talk to new people
    And be me.
    Now I can do the above,
    I let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S
    POETRY grab my hand and
    DANCE lead the way
    Will I revert to the old me?
    Quiet, shy, and nervous?
    NO!

    I will be loud, courageous and spontaneous.
    The evolution of my life is and will
    Forever be MUSIC, POETRY, and DANCE.
    I am Kristen Dominique Newman.
    I am eighteen.
    I have evolved into a mature,
    Yet fun young woman.
    I do let music fill my D.R.E.A.M.S.
    POETRY take my hand . . . and
    DANCE lead the way.

  • CHAINS

    by KEITH

    These chains cease to hold me down,
    Though I am chained by the law.
    I glide high above the
    weights of the world.
    Freedom is a state of mind,
    So my freedom is endless
    As the earth’s horizon.

    My feet have not ever touched
    The filth of society’s violence
    And complex manners of thinking.
    I am superior to you,
    You who are ignorant.
    So gain wisdom and fly with the birds.
    To see my fellow person fly is a joy,
    For their happiness is also mine.

    I am past the planet, so the world’s weights
    I once had on my limbs are now vacant.
    Can too much freedom drive a man into insanity?
    Stratosphere is my dwelling ground,
    But that can’t hold me now

    So I suffocate in bliss,
    For the death of me is inevitable,
    For the sun is near and
    She the air denies me.
    The earth will not contain my corpse,
    For reality cannot confine me.

  • INSURGENTS

    by ERIC

    Life is the soul necessity and war is the gauntlet that
    Pillages these privileges,
    Witnessing,
    Through the eyes of those that sacrifice the lives of others like Leviticus,
    Through severe hemorrhaging
    Of the hearts of citizens,
    Profusely dripping of innocence
    or misunderstanding, and is commemorated and the future remembers it.
    Legitimate
    Reasons of why there is a middle eastern toddler in a sun dress underneath her tricycle quivering
    snatched away from adulthood from a stray this can’t illustrated and you can’t picture it.
    Innocent lives lost from the bickering.
    Ricocheting sentiments
    Don’t seem to reach the roofs or walls,
    no remorse for the bullet wounds in jaws.
    Spoon feed the generations the statement violence doesn’t resurrect anger it just soothes then calms.
    Then expect the eastern hemisphere, just move along, conclude with a open palm
    that clutches no white flag to fluctuate a strong way to validate surrender.
    They retaliate with their members,
    one side could cannon peace while hope is still a slimmer with a bow and quiver,
    an arrow dipped in love to replace a bullet will forever be the strongest victor.

  • I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU

    by CURTIS

    I may not have the blessing of sight like most people do.
    But when it comes to personality, I can see through all of you.
    You think that I’m helpless because I don’t have one of my senses.
    I lost one of my senses, not my common sense.
    It’s funny that I’m the blind one but I can see through your games,
    Secretly putting me down with ignorant subliminal message acting as if I’m not going to find out.
    I’m BLIND not deaf. I can hear the discrimination in your voice.
    I’m BLIND not handicap. There’s nothing wrong with my body.
    Sometimes I’d glad I can’t see,
    That way I con’t be able to see if your faces are as ugly and repulsive as your attitudes are.
    I may not be able to drive.
    But my other abilities allow me to perform magnificent
    techniques that you’ve never even witnessed before and drive
    you into a highway of curiosity and envy.
    I’m no Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder
    But my level of cleverness will make you wonder.
    I guess what I’m trying to say is…
    We’re all equal, so don’t treat me as less than
    you would want somebody to treat you.
    I can’t see you.
    You can see me.
    But I can see through you.

  • BLISSFUL MOMENT

    by KEITH

    He hears the echoes of laugher vibrating in his ear,
    Smelling the flavor of scolding hot lava chips dipping through its dense rich sun cheese sauce,
    Touching the counters, grabbing me like a glue stick,
    Feeling the icy temperature paralyze the individual skin cells in my hand as if fire touches an arctic pool.
    He dances with melodious structure in one with the house shaking base of the beat,
    Carpet fibers tickling the nerves of his feet causing the sweat to thicken in his brow as toothpaste from its tube.
    Only color would create a more blissful moment.