Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 4, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-04-05 friday 9pm

march forth as you do. leaving your life stranded far behind. slash its tires and run away. just know that it will catch up to you in time.

march forth. or so i'm told. can't go back. only forward. can't take it with you, but it can be taken. used.

just a girl. briefly a woman. and then just a girl again.

there's time enough to learn to love yourself after you've given up on loving them. but you can't keep the world out. it's always there like a drity needle in your vein.

there's nothing more. nothing less. you see yourself as you are. for better or worse. but you can never see yourself as you're seen by them.

a bird shouldn't ever have to think about how or why gravity lets loose of it. and the ocean need never worry what makes it move. but people afterall, they need reasons life can't offer. people they want to answers, but don't really want the truth.

03-04-05 10:46pm friday

i don't got a face to put it to. just dry lips that hug my tongue when there's something to say, but i don't want to say it.

none of this can matter because if it did. well then i'd be so much sadder. so much sadder than i've ever been.

hearts keep time, but won't chime like clocks to remind us how much has passed. lives count. upward until. at some point the odometer turns over. goes back to nil. and even though you know you have. travelled all that distance. you've no way to prove. have to start all over again.

at zero.

i don't have a memory to stamp it with. all those moments evaporate like so much rain. what once was saturated in now is dry as any desert.

and i don't know why you had to pluck those leaves from. what the purpose could've been. and i don't know why i let you. of all the branches a life will collect. the one you occupied was always the weakest.

it's gone now, but i still remember how. it would bend under your weight. and those leaves would rustle against your breathing.

how the colors turned so suddenly. and everything was barren.

i guess it doesn't matter how it bgean nor how it ended. only what happened in the meanwhile. if only something had.