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Loss of Two

Claire O'Sullivan, Contributor

May 5, 2017

Filed under IndyInk

I didn't want to mourn my loss over you, So I chose him. Now you can't look at me And he doesn't talk to me anymore. You are quiet, And he is distant In distance and in conversation. I thought it would help. I thought he would help with you, But now I mourn the loss of two.

Memoir

Emily Brown, Contributor

April 21, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Short Stories

Youth is filled with discovery, adventure, whimsy and wonder. It is filled with the ones you love and the ones you lose, the things you learn and the things you forget. Sadly, as you grow, the discoveries of play time, the adventure of pretend pirate games, the whimsy of stuffed bears and toys and the wonders of imagination- they all seem to disappear. You forget how to be carefree; you forget how to travel to Narn...

Ambition

Audrey Thresher, Contributor

April 21, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

Stopping, stopping, stopping We fear the mere thought of stopping   Walking, walking, walking We spend such little time walking   Running, running, running We wish we could always be running   Climbing, climbing, climbing, We think we can never stop climbing   Falling, falling, falling We can never let anyone see us falling

Growing Up

Taylor Burke, Contributor

April 12, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

Times are changing Everyone wants to rush But one day it'll all be over No looking back But we couldn't wait for this day To walk across that stage And get the piece of paper that changes it all We just couldn't wait to be done But now it's all over and we'll miss all the fun It's time for new memories New friends and experiences But we'll never forget the days we spent Just being yo...

Indy Nation

Taylor Burke, Contributor

April 12, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

The section is roaring The players are coming parents are nervous But the team is ready Another Friday night Another season Another game But each one is different Game after game Win after win teammates become brothers the whole school is behind them whether is burning up or freezing cold The section will be there                          Indy Nation forever &nb...

At Sea

Perri McCoy, Contributer

April 12, 2017

Filed under Short Stories

I’m walking through crowds of people, bumping into strangers whose names I’ll never know, and as I look around I see no one. I go through my day as if on a conveyer belt, time carries me along on its schedule. And I allow every second of it. Not having you here is the only thing on my mind. It all fades away as I remember your smile and how it made me smile. Everyone tells me there’s so much more to life. And I believ...

Stream of Consciousness

Peri McCoy, Contributor

April 12, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

Flowing through my mind like a river Thoughts swimming in my head Like the salmon that follow the currents It all goes down stream. No new thoughts to make a splash, It's all just basic intellect. School, schedules, social life. Things that truly matter not. I walk the halls empty minded Waiting to be suddenly confounded By something so new and complex; I'm looking at faces to be inspired; Each...

Fighting Words

Amelia Scott, Staff Writer

April 4, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

No, be nice. Turn down the volume. But the mistakes. No, don’t think. She can’t help but think. That doesn’t mean we should. How do we turn it off? You can’t. You know this as well as I do. I thought we were better. We were Then… What happened? Life, us. Us? What did we do? You don’t know? No, I don’t. I want to help. You can’t. But we’re all there is! She has to But we’re her. There’s no her or us...

A love poem

Rebecca Campbell, Contributor

February 9, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

Men The tough guys The risk takers The pursuers And Women The soft femininity The enthusiastic helpers The pursued But Should not each person Receive respect? Receive love? Feel wanted? Be tough? Strength should come Not from finding a partner But from finding inner balance And The only true love story Is the one in which You realize Men and women Aren't so different After all...

and another day

Joshua Werhane, Staff Writer

February 9, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

and another day and sunlight pours into the room painting every nook crook and cranny pale gold and the robins resting in elm trees whistle always the same dulcet song into the wold   and another day and sunlight slips quietly between the blinds skewering nebulas of dust on its spears and the robins hidden by elm trees drone on and on until the fabric of their concord tears   an...

So There’s This

Amelia Scott, Staff Writer

February 2, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Short Stories

Okay, so I write, or I try to. I normally write poetry and like everyone else out there, and I think I’m good at it. My teachers have said that I’m good, one even thinks I’ll be published one day. As I’ve grown up I’ve tried to adapt and change my style, and I have. My poetry is much less uniform and more me in a way. But not here to talk about poetry, right. Stay focused. So yeah I don’t write much of that oth...

The Process of Writing

Amelia Scott, Staff Writer

February 2, 2017

Filed under IndyInk, Poems

Forcing words, that is something simply, impossible. The words must flow on their own the pressure of a guiding hand will only muddle it in the end. Learn to let them free, they'll sing and dance in beautiful ways creating a unique song. The product is never what it was meant to be, and the reader will take care of the rest. So sit back, let them listen to your words sing

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