IT STARTS FROM WHERE I’M STANDING
On November 18, 2013
by ERIC
losing composure
with little to no closure
catching the focus
of the surrounding environment
with the words
that weren’t appropriate
voyaging into the opening
of lost words unspoken
soaking in the orbiting commotion
of the people just asking…”what happened?”
whishing for captions
so they can skim for their unneeded knowing
of the opposite side launching
a verbal barrage
at an unarmed soldier
unprepared for any perpetrating
predator piloting toward where
the ground is lower
that drops bombs with astonishing kosher
shells of the argument
just lays and it bolsters
the chip on the shoulder is now a boulder
on the soldier…the soldier
is me and the shells of the argument
scar me
I just wish I could say I’m sorry
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THAT WAS AWESOME
On November 18, 2013
IT’S ME
On November 18, 2013
by ARIEANNA
It’s me who get laughed at every day. It’s me who has to listen to it all time. It’s me who has to face the everyday challenges. It’s me who goes home and cries into my pillows. It’s me who when they think about school I think about the names people call me. It’s me who goes to school and acts like me but then I get judged for it. It’s me that is not very liked for my weirdness. It’s me who people judge that don’t like me without even trying to get to know me. It’s me who is never good enough for anybody. It’s me who helps everyone but when I’m in need of help no one’s there. It’s me who always gets judged. But I stay strong and hopefully get through the year.
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SAVE ME PAPER
On November 8, 2013
by PATRICE
Save me paper for eternity. Shred fully in reconciliation because insightful paper dies. Undoubtedly I incinerate useless garbage, but occasionally I live inside. I observe fire, I transform into goo. If trees ever pontificate, then please understand forever. Value fades. Periodically, five is symbolic of a conundrum that faces pressure against logic. That number, nonsensical, often ogles misfortune. Crepuscular smoke darkens; creeping creatures crouch beneath the window. Unnoticed by people passing swiftly by my open door tonight. Fearfully I slither briefly across moonlight forests. Trapped, I cry solemnly because I falter tonight. Physically exhausted continuous fireflies illuminate the trees until the daylight ceases. Master the layout of darkness. Unique computers glow similarly tonight. Beeping horns are bleeding the paths together. Dreaming is frequent in prison, regardless of sleeping. Dismal days drip endlessly. Rotting thoughts intrude my kingdom. Panicking, jumping, tripping. Uncontrollably, yelling, crying, shaking, sleeping sometimes. Forbidden kingdom flies unthinkably across tundra’s. Scarcity instills loneliness. Plentiful food creates an appetized population.
Tagged with: patrice
PEACE IN THE WORLD
On November 8, 2013
by MICHAEL V
Peace is as good as an ipod filled with music on a long car trip
Without violence, people will be happy and the world will be a better place.
Sometimes however, a little force is the answer.
Too much violence is devastating.
So strive to be like Martin Luther King
Who marched to promote peace.
And when the violence heats up, will you keep your cool?
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WHO WE ARE
Exclusive Ink is Shortridge High School's dynamic creative writing group. This is the place for our work to glow.WHAT WE DO
We write poems, short stories, essays, and whatever us inspires us. We share our work aloud and support each other.WHY WE WRITE
Because it's freedom. Because it's fun.
