I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU
by CURTIS
I may not have the blessing of sight like most people do.
But when it comes to personality, I can see through all of you.
You think that I’m helpless because I don’t have one of my senses.
I lost one of my senses, not my common sense.
It’s funny that I’m the blind one but I can see through your games,
Secretly putting me down with ignorant subliminal message acting as if I’m not going to find out.
I’m BLIND not deaf. I can hear the discrimination in your voice.
I’m BLIND not handicap. There’s nothing wrong with my body.
Sometimes I’d glad I can’t see,
That way I con’t be able to see if your faces are as ugly and repulsive as your attitudes are.
I may not be able to drive.
But my other abilities allow me to perform magnificent
techniques that you’ve never even witnessed before and drive
you into a highway of curiosity and envy.
I’m no Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder
But my level of cleverness will make you wonder.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…
We’re all equal, so don’t treat me as less than
you would want somebody to treat you.
I can’t see you.
You can see me.
But I can see through you.
BLISSFUL MOMENT
by KEITH
He hears the echoes of laugher vibrating in his ear,
Smelling the flavor of scolding hot lava chips dipping through its dense rich sun cheese sauce,
Touching the counters, grabbing me like a glue stick,
Feeling the icy temperature paralyze the individual skin cells in my hand as if fire touches an arctic pool.
He dances with melodious structure in one with the house shaking base of the beat,
Carpet fibers tickling the nerves of his feet causing the sweat to thicken in his brow as toothpaste from its tube.
Only color would create a more blissful moment.
SENSES
by DAVID V.
To lose a sense is like to lose something very important in your life.
You won’t get it back or you won’t ever live the same.
Losing that sense will make you stronger and weaker at the same time.
You will not ever do the things you did,
you will have to get over the idea of every doing the things you did with that sense.
It doesn’t matter what you lost: feeling, taste, smelling, seeing or hearing.
VIDEO GAMES
by BRANDON B.
My family generally doesn’t get along too well. What has been there to hold us all together? The black sheep of modern time the one thing that everyone always point their finger at: video games. Video games have been there for me my entire life through good times and bad times. Video games give me that fresh out the shower feeling once I beat them. I’ve even learned a thing or two from them as well as life long lessons it takes many to grasp.
In Street Fighter I’ve learned heavy punches and light kicks can make anyone subdue to your needs regardless of their stature, and when they lose the fight they are great sports. Astal taught me that allies come and many different shapes and sizes and size means nothing at all — it’s the heart that the person carries that measures their strength. Streets of Rage taught me that love for your friends and your home will put you through some crazy s— just to restore the proper balance at any means necessary.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters had doppelgängers in it — at first I didn’t get why they had them on there, but then I realized your worst enemy that you would never expect will forever and always will be yourself and to overcome yourself is to admit and know your flaws. Super Mario 64 will make you happy like your first paycheck from your first job, but then p— you off when you see the taxes taken out. You have to go knee-deep in this 3D world full of inconveniences that you must conquer, much like your everyday life but with fruity raptors and fire-breathing turtles. At the end of the day, you keep playing the game. Why? Because your determination for that game or anything hard doesn’t come easy.
Marvel Vs. Capcom taught me the enemy of my enemy is my friend — two different heroes and villains come together in a covenant to take down an ominous evil power. If they can come together with your greatest enemy for a better cause, I know I can too. Shadow The Hedgehog taught me that, yeah, you can have a messed up past, but that doesn’t determine who you will be in the future, and that doesn’t assure you’ll be good either. You have choices along the way to being greatest and also to the Hall of Infamy.
And lastly, but not at all least important, Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 taught me that what you do now affects anyone and everyone. Ever hear, “your past will haunt you” or “the truth will eventually come to light and shine brighter than it should”? All of that can be avoided if you watch how you do and say things. So all these things were taught to me by video games, and the crazy part about this is that these video games never come out and say any of these things — it’s what every gamer receives when these games are played.
POETRY . . .
by ERIC
Reflective poetic objectives
Outline a silver lining that shines corrections to wrong questions
The bottom of the kettle
Is swept and polished clean by poverty effected
people that non-comically pick up a pen to write symphonies
of poetic past enmity’s of their memories of how they were thrown into a world naked shrouded in depression
Warmth of security of way to channel their thoughts taken leaving a library of thoughts lost in collection
Until poetry finally flows them down a river of new direction of recollection
These conditions that doesn’t behoove the promptly ejected
Not turning up a brow because of the similar circumstances
Surprisingly the silver spoons
By the thrown away side scribing their affections
Upon the mentally arrested
Spreading thoughts with a stanza
Patiently waiting for the community to get it
Words written in the distance
can be swallowed through the ears and the eyes
a fixation flipped to the vixens
The freedom of speech has many volunteers that use poetry as a vessel of depiction
So taking on to much to chew is non-existent
Because the obscure metaphorically can’t be bitten
Poetry overpowers war it just takes a world to listen.
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.