HOW TO LOVE
On February 17, 2013
by PAULA
Like a lioness on the prowl for prey,
The blackout surrounds
But sunrise must come.
A star, flickering so
Clearly above, love is unlike
A figment of imagination.
Unlike the gumdrop forest of Candyland
With sugary tendrils
Floating in the mist.
It’s more like Chutes and Ladders
Love
Has ups and downs
And sometimes it just had to start
Over.
Like the glass-tipped scales
Of a pinecone in Mid-November
True love endures.
Through the trauma of winter,
April’s dew
Will
Make the scene.
A vicious cycle that prevails among the
Most stubborn of storms.
I
Want a love
Like that.
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EVOLUTION OF MY LIFE
On February 17, 2013
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.
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CHAINS
On February 17, 2013
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.
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DEAF IS ALL I’LL EVER BE
On February 17, 2013
by ELYZABETH
One day I woke up and Everything changed. I thought I was normal, but that thought went away. I was scared, scared that I would never be the same. I thought I would be treated differently. So when I walked into the room all I could see was doctors all around me. I am deaf, deaf is all I’ll ever be. I thought why? why me? Why could this be happening to me? It’s been four years now. And I wonder how, how could this be? I feel how normal this could be. I finally realized that I’d somehow get over the fact that I’m deaf, and deaf is all I will ever be. Being deaf has not taken control of me. Not yet at least. I still have my sense of smell, sight, feel, and taste. If I lost those I would loose control. But at least I lost one and not another. I am blessed with just one and not two, or three. Being deaf does not stop me from being “Me.” I can still be a poet, writer, or maybe an artist. So deaf is not all I’ll ever be.
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INSURGENTS
On February 15, 2013
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.
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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.
