Cover: Wasteland Zine #1

 

Sunspot

Flowers bloom
The shinning sun
Waves of sadness hide

behind the drawn shades
The house on the hill
Encapsulated in silence

The brightness surrounds it
The darkness resides there

Years spent in a  dungeon
Of self imposed exile

An island of despair
In a sea of hope

Give me your location
Send out a signal
I have to find your place in my heart

Can you be rescued?
Can you restart?

By Rachel Harris

 

Anastasia

you're hopeless
ignorant to all deceit
especially your own
betray your friends
for a non-existent companion
lies spew forth from your
gaping mouth and it's sad
because you really believe them
it's all in your head, your world
where everyone loves you, desires you
why don't you open your eyes
this is my world
and you are nothing here
the truth is told, shouted
in your face
and if it pains you, if it awakens you
it's your own fault
because it's time for you to wake up
you have dreamt too long

-by Katie I.

 

the nakedness of stepping out. no more shield, no more protection, you are alone in a crowd of millions.  have you revealed too much?  can anyone see you?   will you be harmed by the intentions of others?  would they hear you scream out ion fright, or pass by uncaring?  you wish you could return to your doll house, where large hands and expectations dressed you up for your life,  but you were tired of being the china doll, made pretty to entertain set aside and forgotten too often.  "sit in the corner and look pretty, but do not speak, they must never know you can think,  that you have ideas, that you yearn to escape."  so you sat quietly and prettily and yearned for your freedom. one day a change came when the large hands had closed the doll house for the night an you knew.  you ripped of the lace and the ribbons and the dress and you fled into the night, leaving the warmth of the womb behind.  the night will be your new home, and because of your thoughts, because of your ideas, because of your yearnings you will survive.  you will awaken.  you will feel. 

 - untitled  by Kati I.

Warp my consciousness
Tell me black is white
Fill my empty cup with lies

Feed me with frustration
Portray that life is pointless
Brainwash me to believe there is no future

Conquer me with style
Subject me to the crowd
Make me obey the the unwritten enforced rules

Individuality is not allowed

- Ellen Strickland

--LOVE INCARNATE--

Man was born to defile.
Pain was created to maintain itself.
The world sucked into
A clenched fist fire fight,
Mighty suffering begins.
I betray the godhead,
By individually thinking of
Acts of selfness.
Kill me!
I am love incarnate.

--Chris D'Alessandro

 

Saved An Ant

Saved an ant
But the ant
Ate poison

Shot a mna dead
Wiht a 12 gauge
Shot gun

Split the change
With a fat pig
Waitress

Isn't my life
Disgraceful?

By Frank D.
 

Moon Glow

The moon climbs the night sky
casting a pale glow on the river
the reflections dance across the water
distorted and confused
I stare into the churning depths of darkness
flowing to the sea

This is the mirror of my mind
these lost drops of water in the rivers' flow
They have lost their individuality
absorbed into the mass
they have lost their souls

How many drops were rain
cast down in a thunderous raging storm
How many drops were silent tears
shed in desperation
On a  dark river shore

In the moon glow of a summer night

--Rob Spinelli