Inklings

For teens, by teens.

For teens...
... who want to inspire others and establish a voice in our community.
... who want to be published.
... who are aspiring authors.
... who are artistic, creative, and have nothing better to do.
And because, let's face it-- Inklings just rocks!

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POETRY

Dismal Reality by NO

The mild image of rolling grasslands, the fine moisture of morning dew
Water so cool and calm
Thoughts so distant from me now, as I'm forced back to my hell
Now I lay here battered and bruised
Forgotten by all I thought who cared
Pondering about what will happen to my insignificant soul
Apprehensive if I will overcome this feeling
My eyes vacant, the color stolen from me
My heart beats faster, for the happiness it knew has been diminished
I am too exhausted to move, I can hardly breathe
My tattered body lies frail on the harsh ground of my hell
The abundant air surrounds my body
And bares down with a living weight
The darkness slowly crushes my frame
As panic of my life, flows through my still veins
Fear has captured my every movement,
Each delightful thought just brings back more dreadful memories
No one is here to save me
What I see, is what I feel
Each breath I take, becomes each movement I take
My cries soundless, My voice killed in all of my words
Will I be commended to live here for eternity?
Where joy disintegrates and sadness absorbs me?
Living this life must be familiar, for the aid of this anguish is lost
Each day passes and my hopes are destroyed
Pleasure is crushed in my dismal world,
Sadness is ample yet daily
I forgive the evil of men as they have endured more anguish than me
This world is like an abyss. The abyss I will finally escape from
The suffering is finally over, and now I'm covered in joy
As the grasslands and the moisture of dew float into my body
I feel the light from above, and finally discover that I have reached my heaven

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A glowing sunset
many a color splashing
the sky is her paint

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A slight gentle breeze
flowers swaying through the air
whispers in the wind

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The Voice by LW

As time goes by
And I grow old
Something talks
Whispers to me
Deep within my soul

It says:
You are destined
To be great
But only
Hold on
And never lose faith

That small voice
Within me
Soft
But still
Tells me
Not to worry
To never give in

It shows me the future
About marriage,
Life
Even being a doctor
Having Children,
Strife

I know there’ll be problems
But
If that small voice is true
I must stand my grounds
And
Keep holding on to YOU.

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Caught in a Storm by LW

Through the small boxed window sill
From the house where it was warm
Outside wailed
It was coming
Roaring
A life-threatening storm

The big red barn shivered
As it awaited the unknown
With three little kittens inside of it
Scared
Hungry
And alone

Then suddenly
A little boy
Ran out of the house
Into the barn
Where the kittens cried
Frightened for their lives

But little did he know
There he would remain
As the winds grew heavy
With ice
And the driving rain

The winds shook the barn violently
The ice began to sting
The barn doors turned to ice
There was no getting out
No coming in

With the kittens under his arm
And his pillow so soft
The little boy cuddled in his bed
Until his dream wore off

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The Fire Alarm by LW

Its patient
It waits
Sitting on the wall
Never changing color
Only
Anticipating its call

Everyone sees it
It’s red and small
And at its very bottom
Marks the danger it warns

When it rings
Classrooms become loud
Children become disheveled
Firemen scurry about

They call it a hero
Cause without it there’d be
No warning for you
And none for me

So day after day
It sits there and waits
For the day it’ll be needed
To rescue and save

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Heaven travel by AG

Sleeping in bed,
While resting your head,
You fall into a world unknown,
And a bright light is shown.
No longer on earth.
You were there at birth.
Someone who loves you is alone,
And wants you to come home,
But she knows you will always be there.
You are in heaven,
Sins are forgiven before you were seven.
Say good-bye to earth,
And hello to heaven.

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PICTURES by PR

As I rummage through these pictures,
These old unread pages,
It takes me back,
For ages,
The farther I go back,
The higher the pictures stack,
From tails to trails,
Even stories I was told,
Taking pictures,
Makes no one,
Look old.

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When all the World Forgets by KW

Like clerical ministers befitted for a disconsolate funeral,
The ravens perch upon the necropolis’s picket fence.
Insentient eyes, glinting like unclean rubies, observe the cars as they glide along a black tar road.
The crowns of the gravestones bend in a bow, or slant into each other’s ghosts.
The acid rain has consumed the names written on their gray plaques.
There are no cars parked at the gate of the cemetery, no flowers at the roots of the stones.

The ravens are the wardens of that obstructed passage.
Living, but to catch our glances. Breathing, but trapped in the shadow of the falling church.
They are the custodians of my dread.
In time, the gathering vines will cross over their dark plumage, and steal away their stony eyes.
They will guard my memory too... when the time comes..
When the last of the ribboned roses wilts beneath my name.
They will remember me... when all the world forgets.

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A tile’s friend by LW

Waking up every morning is always the same
My heart is always filled with pain
My muscles tense from a hard day’s work
My back and legs
Damaged
And hurt

I cannot understand why no one cares
Why no one keeps me speck-less
And clear

They scorn me
Then stomp on me
Treat me like crap
No one understands
That I am worth more than that

But one day a tall skinny man loved me and cared
He washed me
And dried me
He treated me with care

He comes every week
Just around two
And sweeps me and cleans me
Makes me feel brand new

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Can we be friends? by LW

He smiles
I smile back
But silence still prevails
We want to talk to each other
But
We’re both too afraid

We laughed
We played
But,
Way back when
Before he became
My ex-boyfriend

I miss him
He misses me
But that doesn’t help,
Because missing does nothing
We both need help

I swallow my spit
And follow my heart

I call up his number
Anxious
A change would start

He picks up the phone
He knows it’s me
He sounds really happy
I’m filled with glee

We laugh
We play
Like way back then
I’m glad that he is now
My best friend

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