Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 7, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10pm 1-07-05 friday

don't teach me. like water does the waves. to never be still. to always leave no matter how much i want to stay.

drowning.

don't tease me. like the ocean does the sand. always coming and going.

and spitting in my face.

drowning. water on the brain.

your first breath becomes your last. repeating. some old tired task.

don't touch me like clouds do the sun. lose myself.

drowning.

nowhere to go, but up.

10:19pm friday 1-07-05

it means just what it does. paper is just flesh. ink only blood.

poetry the bandage.

alive. or so it seems. pain convinces.

salty soldier of the journey in which. carbine trigger on your lips.

just never fell asleep. not deep enough.

just stayed awake. that's all i did.

steel wool behind your eyelids everytime you blink.

it means only that we're beaten. live with. live without. we carry on. little difference.

spinning hearts like cds. laser eyes find the music in.

dancing in your head. on their tiptoes ballerina dreams are poised. eager to leap.

to run with the shadows that follow them.

1-07-05 11:11pm friday

angular. like those moments when.

perpendicualr to. lives collide.

orbittal. like everything is.

following a path around something bigger than it.

the urge overcame. the night crept in. and encompassed in that black cape i thought i could fly.

wind below. clouds between. falling is flying. only more brief.

i let it out. a broken scream. and it whispered in your ear. of parcel posts. and lives unreceived. knocks on doors. and hurried tears.

i was sorry. i still am. guilty of being myself more than anyone can stand.

i broke it open. the piggy bank. and let the change all fall out.

let it lay there all exposed. let it lay there unprotected for you to count.

there's no reason other than time. nooses hung. knots cinched tight.

i said how much, but then i never really could. just breaths upon pages that won't remember them.