Exclusive Ink

Category: Poetry

  • NATURE’S SWAGG

    by ROMELL

    A tree bent over like its limboing,
    Maybe it’s because the animals are having a chewing contest,
    Bark on the tree looks like a dollar sign,
    It could fake because I found a leaf stem that feels like a plastic vine,
    Graffiti on the building doesn’t say much but has a lot of meaning,
    The meaning is from someone with a held in bad feeling,
    Canada snow shoes on the power line,
    Pick my whole poem because it’s like a money line,
    Old chewed up gum on the rail,
    Reminds of the dark hole that I call my failures.

  • ADAMS ST.

    by BRANDON H

    Boys in black hoodies
    Black Yankee caps with red lettering
    Sporting Gray Nike Airs low tops
    Black Dickies with the crease
    Sagging deep, exposing their boxers,
    Blunt smoke in the air, Newport smoke, and Kools
    Shoes on the power lines, old Nikes and Jordans,
    Sounds of Waka banging on the ground
    Chevys, Cadillacs and Oldsmobiles
    Candy red, blue and green
    24’s, 28’s and 30 inch rims
    Riding through the street fast
    Hanging out with girls
    Making them happy
    Cursing out loud when they’re mad
    Fighting over things
    Kids running around
    Dogs barking in the middle of the night
    This is my block

  • JUST ONE NIGHT

    by KYLA

    Let me have just one chance, I promise I won’t rob thee.
    With your eyes so bright and blue like the open sea.
    Let me have just one chance, I promise I won’t lie.
    In fact if I lift you off your feet you will surely fly.
    Let me have just one chance, I promise you will see
    That if you let me have this night you’ll fall in love with me.

  • THE WOLF

    by ERIC

    Demented creature, mind marks it in-depth with death. The innocent face engulfed in the canary eyes that leave an imprint in the darkness. Silence, then a barrage of growls preceding the departure of the departed. A forest radiating scarlet. A flash, then farewell pawprints in vision before being swept from the scene that never had dialogue, but demonstrated the circle of life. Violence, this hunter thought, can’t be compared to the shiniest trident. A thirst for hunger never quenched in the river’s silence. Tired of chasing meals, but finally trapped in tactics. An urge to disgorge prey, then emerge from a massacre of satisfaction.

  • EXCLUSIVE INK II

    by KIYLA

    It’s amazing how we started.
    Some were friends, others associates.
    College tutors starting something unique.
    I’m not alone. No seriously, I’m not!
    There are two other Kiylas.
    Nobody here who doesn’t like to write.
    Our superheroes finally let us free.
    It’s kind of crazy, right?
    No, it’s perfect. Unique.
    We are the voices of Exclusive Ink.