ELEMENTAL SPELL
by KYLA
ONE:
From the heavens to the waters, let this be known,
That man will come together with the marine
To create a sacred zodiac,
The mermaid.
TWO:
Let Earth rise from the pit of dran
And hence forth,
A powerful being,
The Titan.
THREE:
Take flight in the clouds
And proudly swirl in the dense weather.
Watch the skies and behold
The Flying Wildabeast.
FOUR:
Flamia, give your extreme flame,
Which cleanses the heart.
Make all fear it’s exposer.
The ruler of lava,
The Dragon.
THE KING OF AMERICA
by STEVIE
Once upon a time far, far into the future, there will be a funky little boy who stole a Jordan shoe. He just walked off with the one from the display rack in the store. He was paranoid by every cop and cop car. He almost got hit by a flying car while he was on his jetpack with the one shoe. The one shoe would have no use for him in a chase on the ground, especially since it was not his size. So Peter-Joe returned to the store to exchange the shoe, but the store clerk stopped him and asked for a receipt. So he tried to leave the store and take it elsewhere. But before he could leave, the clerk called the police and caught him. “Say your prayers,” said Officer Stone as he dragged him away. The King of America ruled “off with his head” while wearing both Jordan shoes.
A MAGIC SPELL
by JASMINE
I thought it would be an easy task.
All I had to do was bake her a birthday cake.
Mix in 1 cup of dirt
hmmm that can’t be right.
Well I guess I’ll keep going.
Mix in 2 tablespoons of swamp water
What is going on I know it’s not right.
The card says birthday cake recipe
Well I’ll keep going.
Mix in pieces of frogs legs
Ok now this really ain’t right.
I may be rich but I know
this isn’t right.
Well I’ll mix it together
and chant these words.
Bip bop bop
with these words
I’ll make this cake pop
With all my wealth
and all these words
I make this cake
POP pop pop pop
Waking up to the sound of
popping popcorn
I climb out of my box on this cold, hard ground
seeing that it was all a dream
wishing it was real I cry
One day the rich dream will be real
minus that magic spell
RUSH HOUR
by PAULA
Typical, really
Always looking for a north
South street on a one-way runway
Catalysts opening my way to the top
when it’s not like that at all
creating something special
out of an unquenchable
inner circle
an unquenchable empty room
always open
always a turnabout in
rush hour
and
when the smoke has cleared, breathe in
the demoralizing prospect of
a modicum of solace
that
all hope isn’t lost
lying to yourself once again
blackbird, fly.
You took those broken wings
glue, and
mortar, and
brick and all
and in the light of the dark,
black night, your
eyes shine
so rise.
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.