Consuming
Like a feeling so strong
The world fades
Compulsion
A hook caught in flesh until
Resistance is painful
Exhausting
As years of experiences are
Drawn through you
Escape
All the thrills and excitement of living
Separate from personal cares
Fleeting
Taking a moment, hours, forever:
Over too soon.
A roaring jet engine in the morning,
A voice distorter by noon:
Gigantic, beating bee wings became
A buzzing barber’s tool.
Then, a floundering helicopter,
No, a demonic dentist’s drill
Was transformed into a spaceship
That hovered, dark and still.
In the evening, it was a tornado,
And at night, it was a song,
A lullaby and soft goodbye
To daydreams already gone.
That ache in your throat,
The burning behind your eyes,
And constant whining.
Wholesome bread with authentic parts:
Non-powdered eggs, a slice of cheese,
No plastic fake, and real ham, please.
Unfrozen, unprocessed – assembled, cooked, baked –
Yet somehow too bland or even too boring.
Alas for tastebuds trained by
McDonalds too many mornings!
Like once-white stone,
Soot-stained to gray;
Like once-bright silver,
Tarnished by shades;
It was not the intention,
Not the design
Yet somehow
Inevitable –
A fate etched in time.
It is a task that I enjoy,
An action worth repeating,
But if I start the blogs again,
I’ll have less time for reading!
It’s not a very good excuse, but there you go. That’s why I’m late getting started again (1 reason). Whenever I get out of the habit of doing something, there’s always something else lurking in the wings, ready to jump out and take its place. In this case, reading and other chores have done a good job of it.
But that’s over now (well, as over as it gets). Although I haven’t decided on a new experiment, I’m going to start posting again and see what happens. Expect poetry at the very least. And as soon as I get caught up on worldbuilding and plotting, Deathwalker and Wind Town will update, too.
TTFN,
Em T. Wytte
The final post. That seems so surreal to write. Actually, it should be “the final post of the experiment.” Today, is the 1 year anniversary of the first post, so today is the day when the writing experiment comes to a close. I have officially posted a bit of new writing every day for a year. Yay! I did it!
Party time!
And how do you kick off the celebration at the end of a writing experiment? Write a poem! I can’t decide if that’s sadly predictable or simply in character. Regardless, I was trying to capture where the blog is now, and somehow it became theatre. I shouldn’t be surprised.
Anyway, thank you to everyone for reading!
I am going to take a wee vacation before I start posting here again (the cleaning and resetting stage, if you will). I expect to start again in July – assuming that I’ve figured out what I want to start again. I need a new experiment! If anyone has any suggestions or requests, I will gladly take them into consideration. At the moment, all I know for sure is that it will be writing-related.
For those of you who want to know how the novels end, so do I! (jk, kind of) Seriously, though, the novels will be continued. They will, however, be removed from the writing experiment rules. I may even give them their own sites so that if you want to read them but not poetry, you have somewhere to go. That’s one of the things I have to figure out. But one way or another, I will finish those, and I hope to get ahead enough that I can post them more consistently.
So wish me luck, thanks again, and stick around! There is definitely more to come.
Exhaustion strikes
With the fury of a swordsman
Overwhelming its target
In a rush of blows:
Too swift, subtle, and skilled
To be anticipated or evaded
Despite warning signs
Or the pangs of logic.
By the time suspicion arises,
The strike has already
Been executed:
The candle is split,
The trousers have fallen –
The blade rushes so rapidly
That even the speeding blood
Is too slow to sully
That sliver of silver.
And the resulting darkness
Is faster still.
twytte 