Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 15, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-15-03 wednesday 10:45pm brick NJ

not old enough yet to know when. the world is full of liars and it's up to us to recognize. sometimes we'll fail. sometimes we'll succeed. sometimes the friend you saw is not the friend indeed.

the shadow that you cast fell in the wrong hemisphere. the doubt that you teased belonged not here.

it's funny how just one more beer can change the world from dark to darker. how one extra sip can alter every perception. every instance of belief is different. and in the library of your heart all the books are checked out. the only words to read lay in memory. tattered lessons that you have kept, but never noticed. until now.

lives change. that's no surprise. they always have. but one more drink won't make this go away. and the friend you'd always suspected turned out to be innocent. the culprit was someone else all together different. and to reconcile that. let alone find your justice. i can't even fathom it.

i'll hear you when you're alone sometimes. breathing your quiet breaths like some lonely star lost in the heavens. i'll think of you when the darkness begs, but sleep isn't ready yet. a world inside a world. a stubborn flame refusing oxygen.

i don't know. i've never been told. and i haven't experienced. being broken isn't quite enough to know what to do when. and being alone doesn't mean you know what alone is for someone else.

but i've gained quite the education. no blame. only insight. no hate. only one more reason why love was never a friend of mine. just a muse. a good reason to write. the only reason really. a substance to provide that magical high that nothing else can. i coulld call you my lateest addiction, but no, you're much more than that. i've been here before, but i've never wanted to stay so bad. i've seen this terrain a few times, but i've never been unable to leave it. not until you. it's never been so easy to cry. pain has never been so beautiful. broken was just that until you.