ORBIT
On November 26, 2012
by DARYL
Constantly on fire and soaring like a planet.
Never look back, I start forward like I was Mickael Pietrus.
Warm inhabitation, fire place, room is velvet.
Parents come in at 12:00 wondering why I’m not in bed yet.
The reason is, I’m working on my rhymes, not giving two thoughts about the time.
I’m the center of attention, but still get around like the sun in orbit.
I promised my family and friends I’d made it big, so they call be “Orbit.”
I’m high on top, with my high top, never faded.
7th grade I was unattractive and my shoes were outdated.
I felt degraded, but yet everyone around me was still so bold.
Middle of the summer, stuck daydreaming, my body feeling cold.
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DESTRUCTION
On November 15, 2012
by ZURI
Just a little rough around the edges,
But I know your insides are smooth to the touch.
Heart of cold polished metal.
Rock hard with many different layers.
Took a chisel to the different places I saw fit,
And a lot of pieces fell apart,
But in my eyes, everything seemed to fit.
I was hoping all my plans
Were going to succeed,
And I felt the need to go deeper.
But I played the wrong cards.
I hit the deck too many times,
My chisel hit a smooth rock that I didn’t mean to shatter
And I got burned by the lava kept at your core.
But I loved you.
So, I stood there until I couldn’t take any more.
And now I can’t
I let go.
And you burned the cards of our life.
So, now I sit back, sipping tea,
And watch you destroy your protective shell and everything else.
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TO THE ANT
On November 15, 2012
by BRIA
The small ebony colored creature
Walks miles and miles all day,
Searching for crumbs of life.
To you, the blades of grass are skyscrapers.
A tiny dust particle is an elephant.
You work in alliance to build your homes of
Caked mud and crumbling dirt.
You creep in my house when you smell something good.
You like to swarm together on top of a crumb,
All stacked up like a pile of pancakes.
The heavy food you carry on your back must get tiring,
Reminds me of the baggage I carry and can’t let go.
You must be sad because you are always the smallest thing around,
Going un-noticed like a midget exchange student in New York City.
Sorry to say, I do not like you.
I am just too scared.
The thought of you makes me squirm with goose bumps and chills.
I wish you would crawl back into your hill
And NEVER come out.
I hate ants.
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RAIN
On November 15, 2012
by ERIC
I
To erode nature staining the curbs slippery is relentless.
Blacking the skies soaking intensity
The drops waltz through the atmosphere, trapping the public
To erode nature by re-morphing hills into trenches
II
The preparation falls like tears
As if disaster was summoned.
Sunny days turn into treachery
Disowned by the beauty that walks the streets
Like a witch betraying her coven.
III
The windows deafened from the screech of sunlight.
The oceans drown
Floods carry away the lights and the wheels
IV
The drizzles and drops
Smother the rainbows prolonged
Heaven lassos the clouds
V
Families hidden in transportation
Shielded by wipers on the automobiles
Forecast entwined like products of prophets
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SCHOOL
On November 15, 2012
by ERIC
Faculties of un-edged conformity
Lifeless building, a teenager’s purgatory
Bricks stained with debris littered with the unease of normality
A gymnasium built to give healthful energy but
At this interval, an ugly unfinished structure
That screams tragedy
To give destruction
To give health is this learning environmental
Alchemy cracks in the concrete
The rose still grows in formality.
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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.
