SMOTHERED IN PEANUT BUTTER
On September 24, 2013
by MICHAEL V
Blue sky and light hands, soft
Like a blanket from the countryside
Her dress is sizzling like the desert sun
Red as roses
Smells like a meadow of daisies and thunderstorms
Smiling mysteriously
Is the cycle of life
And the city brightens as the sun goes down
On our night out
Black sky rises with soft hands
And stars fall like water from our eyes
Eyelashes as long as Monday on ISTEP
Thoughts running through your pulsing
Mind and feeling free and happy
As a dog on a field filled
With a hidden bone
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IN THE MIST
On September 24, 2013
by BRANDON
Incinerate conscious
Sprout ataraxy
Subliminal penitents of strict scrutiny’s
Pompous peripheral stallions
Quasars belligerent blight humanity
Spunked up moon runners
Centaurs going Centurion’s rushing
Glitching permeates and amendments long forgot
Through shrouded minds mountain peaks diminish
As days decays we exasperate natures motherly will
Fundamental principles enter an abyss self synopsis
To find ones self if in mist
Pondering a past life as self indulgence to secure
My bliss
What should I wear? To random onlooker will my normality be compared.
Sprinkling my dish with a little extra salt
Mustering the strength to understand life’s vault
Knowing the key will never present itself
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FANTASTIC DREAM, NEW YORK LIVING
On September 24, 2013
by JAMMONICA
Fantastic dream New York living
JasMariee sits apartment cozy
bed covering school lips Servation’s
bright eyes green Uncle problems
gang licks hand shaking oxygen
spit hungry curlicues brown
long hair pummeled pretty eyes bumbling
sparkling pompoms sing beautifully ribbons
New Jersey freeway subway singers
strangers faces lovebirds feathered
bird green wing chicken stumbles
clumsy for love.
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DON’T YOU WORRY
On September 24, 2013
by DAIZJHA
Lost and alone you plead
no one to be there to fulfill your needs
black and white you hold so tight
on a deleted dream of love.
You swear no one cares even though my hand is there
you can’t see it but it is
lost and alone you plead
no one can fulfill your need
my palm stays stretched
wonder for it
release that burden from your chained and torn heart
I’m here
I’ve always been here
you just never looked up
so concentrated on looking down
on yourself you forget
you forgot.
Entertwined we are…
turning to drags
and your razor
won’t heal you
I will I’m yours, your mine, we both
declared this so
so no
I know hun don’t cry any more
no…let it out
I’ll cry with you
I’m alone too.
Don’t worry about right now we’re healing
you, not me
but hold me tighter and you’ll unlock the
chains stitch to my heart and set me fre
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DAISIES
On September 24, 2013
by JAMMONICA
Oh how I love my daisy’s they’re so beautiful I love staying outside running through my daisy’s and laying down watching the stars with them. My boyfriend thinks it’s weird but adorable at the same time. He always asks why I love daisy’s so much I simply reply to there my everything that reminds me of peace. The weeks have past I got very sick and I can’t go outside with my daisy’s like I used to…
I can’t stay out all night like I use to…
So one day I go to the doctors and they tell me I have Leukemia. When they told me I paniced. That day I went home and my mom told me that Leukemia runs in my family. Weeks have past and I’ve gotten even more sick and having more pain then ever so my mom and friends suggested I go to the hospital so they could take care of me. So I did, the doctors took very good care of me but I kept getting even more sick, like each and every day. I lay in my bed liveless, my hospital bed. I died in my bed with my daisy’s. The next few days they had my funeral with me with my daisy’s that I loved so much.
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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
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