Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 6, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-06-05 10:23pm tuesday

give me time to make myself better. just like you wait for the snow to melt. for the seed to sprout.

give me time to collect the components that make me whole. gather them together. just as you'd wait for the sun to rise or the darkness to fall.

give me time and i'll take it. use it for what i can. because time uses us with every breath. don't we deserve the same privilege.

ask me when and i'll say never. that eternity couldn't be long enough. but i'll always wonder if, perhaps, a few steps before it, there's a barrier that's broken which changes everything.

ask me how and i'll say however. because reason may be the center piece to the puzzle, but the edges are made of circumstance.

if i'm not old enough now, i shall never be. because i've been old since the day i was born. and though every wrinkle holds something i didn't know i needed to keep. soon none of those things will matter anymore.

09-06-05 11pm tuesday

the urge ebbs and the sand is quiet once again. tiny grains pulsing with all that has tread upon. but voiceless.

the memory confers with reason. and what is left leaves little to clutch. naked branches with dead leaves under them. rake me up. another winter has opened its jaws and wants to be fed.

they can be a face. they can be a word. they can be anything they want. no need to remember what they've promised after they've chosen.

wrods are beautiful. sympathetic. and eager. would that reality could liken itself to them. would that time would yield. and broken hearts splinted. but they are not.

one word is all that is required. to gain or to lose everything. oen word to show the truth. another to expose the deception.

take these words as thy lover. as naked as they are. take these words and impregnate them with the seed of your soul. and give brith to their children.

but take these words first, for everything they are. paths to places you don't belong. skeleton keys to locked hearts.

take them. but don't steal.

there's no need to if this is truly what you want.

09-06-05 tuesday 11:50pm

every night offers redemption. and every time i trade it for something far less than.

when i am cold i grab for the blanket. whe i am wet i look for a towel. so why. how can the human mind be so strange that when it is drowning it doesn't look for land. but instead ventures further out into the depths which. without any answers still contends to ask.

when we are thirsty we drink. when we are hungry we eat. so how is it that i can, as far as the the shoreline drifts, sitlll let myself drift further yet?

every night asks me to pause. just for a little while. every morning reminds how it could've been different.

but as hungry as i can be. as thirsty as i can get. still i only feel that way when they remind me of how satisfied i was once.

and i'd rather not feel that way again.

if i'm sinking. if i'm under the waves instead of ontop of them. it may not be what i wanted. but it's not something i regret.