Ink : Writing

Foreigners

Foreigners

A Poem by Ink


There is no American DreamBut maybe if we bang our headsAgainst this ceiling long enoughWe can scrounge up a living in the dent we madeWhile the cru..
Economics

Economics

A Poem by Ink


Something short and humorous.
Icarus

Icarus

A Poem by Ink


My father Collects the dried wax On the tables of romantic dinners We are too high up And melts the passed time Into a candle of his own Our own..
Return Signed to Homeroom

Return Signed to Homeroom

A Poem by Ink


He always wears jeans and long sleevesThe days after grades come outEven when the sun's so angryThe asphalt molds beneath your feetAnd only few will..
$1.14

$1.14

A Poem by Ink


Based on a real homeless man that I saw one day..
The Suicide

The Suicide

A Poem by Ink


There was no calm before it happened. That's the sign they tell you to look out for in school, a sudden calm that follows the sadness. ..