Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

1-08-05 saturday 10:39pm

i just never blew the canlde out. never closed the blinds.

would peer out the window every once in a while. and wonder if anyone saw the flame.

was it burning bright. or only burning away.

it was just need trying to collect the past due rent. and me tiptoeing through the halls to avoid it.

there were plenty of smiles. plenty of tears. the cost of delivery more than equal to the package received.

it's just darkness changing the colors of my room again. turning every shade deeper. making all those shadows adhere.

was just feeling brewing up its spells. stirring that cauldron and chanting. it all must be magic. every grin. when you think about how hard it is.

when the night forgets. and all your left with is that empty pot. and you've used up all its magic.

1-08-05 saturday 11:00pm

bottom tooth. chew your lies.

several stomachs through your truth. milk the cow.

give me now just one reason i should. not yourself in question. myself instead.

fold me into. blend the beaten. white and yellow halves of eggs.

make a batter and whip it up into another temptation.

watch as i sink further in. the soil below my feet so much softer than. watch me as i let it grab. the ground pulling me futther down. no resistance.

pity me as you must. not able to understand the things i want.

grieve my life. and the loss of.

try to believe it would've mattered had i held onto it.

just surges in the magnectic field. as we rotate against the earth's circumference.

just swells in the condition of being. as we ride along the rails laid before us.

there's everywhere to visit, but nowhere left to stay.

nothing left to want. and no words dark enough.