Monday, November 28, 2005

 

Wasteland




Wasteland

The solitude wears on me
This mundane chained to Wheels of Time
I feel like I'm breathing clay.
Now I know true thirst.

Cracks form around my eyes
As I squint into the horizon.
I can taste yellow.
Why can I taste yellow?

Sand whips into the crease of my mouth.
As I stand above my carcass
Watch the carrion birds make short
Work of my brittle bones

This dust-bowl
Tries to consume. . .
To extract your soul
In its marionette's pose

But they will never get it
No, no they will not
They are too late
For I gave it freely
To another

In this wasteland...

Comments:
Very cool, Sugar!
 
So what does yellow taste like?

You made me feel your thirst, but not like a "I need a drink" thirst, more like a stagnancy that is in need of quenching.

My favorite line:
"Watch the carrion birds make short
Work of my brittle bones"
 
Perhaps the light on the horizon is something tangible.
Those lines 'I can taste yellow. Why can I taste yellow' are stellar. A jab of realism amidst the dust.
 
Yer job gettin' to ya buddy?
 
wow! it's like looking in a mirror. only with words.

can u get any dorkier?! doh! JK JK JK...u know i love the way you write..it's awesomerad....really. i just had to throw in a little dork for ya. with luv xo
 
Mmm.... The mind of Jaxe.
 
That photo is intriguing. Reminds me a bit of Dali. The lyrics/poem... Very emotive. I know I thirst for so much more than what I have at this time.

Thank you for sharing Jaxe.
 
Mel: Finger, from you? That's scary ;-) No, honestly, I've written about this theme a few times, and a song (The Range). Is that it? Or are you talking about something in your life? do tell !

30: Hmmm, what are you girls up to? *paranoia* hehe. And I'm definitely not putting my finger on your hnt this week. ew.

QoA: Thanks much. er.. sugar. (I somehow struggle to say that eloquently, ha!)

Elle: How is it you always NAIL my meanings, when I had no clue when I wrote them ;-) and technically, I think carrion birds leave the bones, but hey, artistic license, eh? Miss you! *hug*

Deem: Hey baby! That's exactly what I felt when I wrote it... everything was a haze, then BAM.. YELLOW... WTF! palpable. ;-) When are we going to get a new short story from you? *hugs*

Ticharu: Hey spirit-brother ;-) No, this was about an old failed relationship... of course. lol.

Mitzzee: So subliminally your saying I should throw my dork in you? whaaaa? I always get so corn-fused ;-) *slap* hehehe... quit giving me that freaking contact-BUZZ! dork.

Jenn: MMMm, the avatars of Jenn! More more more! That one is one of my favs! How are you doing, bella? Miss you.

Blondie: Hey blondie, thanks so much for the words. I don't even know where I got the pic, it was attached in my e-journal w/o credit. Beautiful work too. I'll be over for HNT, woohoO!
 
The consistency of images is great. So lonely. I imagine the time drying the souls of these people out, and literally eroding them. Good work!
 
OMG!! "Wheels in the sky"... remember? O.o
Harsh week at work, sweetie?
Awwwww.... *pats back*
 
Taste yellow???
Sunlight? Yellow brick road?
Nawww.... Don't you know you can't huff HIGHLIGHTERS?!?! LOL
 
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