Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 9, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

01-09-06 monday 10:43pm

the day churned slow and dense. and then like ice cream left out too long it began to melt. cold, sticky syrup everywhere. to step in and to touch. capturing our every movement in reflection as sweet as it is frigid.

in every dream that night there were colors from the past arched together in a rainbow across a previously stormy mind. they rose and curved to a crescendo of sorts. until i was awoken to the reality that the memories are the only place those colors still have form.

the night loped onward as it tends to do. and nothing occured to me again of those dreams that night that so sweetly colored all the grey of sleep. with eyes open and thoughts vigilant the night only listens. but i close them and it begins to whisper truths i don't want to know.

that here is where i am, but not what i wish to be. and yet, i let it become. every silent night merging us more. because i don't want to be anywhere at all. but some place always finds me.

every cliff you jump only lands you somewhere lower. and there is no bottom. only how far you're willing to go.