Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9pm 01-21-05 friday

motion fills me. encompassed by the phase. in my head tomorrow dances to the songs of yesterday.

don't look at me. with your sympathetic eyes.

as if i could be cured. could be saved. as if i'm the one who gave up.

life keeps me in its casket. smothered in the satin pleats of should haves. could haves. what ifs.

i can change my mind. change my words. but no one can change the skin they're buried in.

switching masks as the day elopes with the moon to give birth to darkness. switching masks my vision is broadened.

but what i've seen because of. i wish i never did.

10:40pm friday 01-21-05

it's over now. last dawns suppose. the flux of turmoil as your heart would gouge.

forgetting nothing, yet letting everything go.

the paradox of love.

you can't have it. can't give it like a gift.

it must be rendered. like a complex 3D image. virtual, yet believed in.

taken.

my folly is my breathing that keeps compelling me to live. so human. hanging there like a star stuck in the heavens. sending light to distant planets. never realizing the journey was over before it began.

it's the paint on your walls. the drying in your heart. darker become the colors until. nothing beguiles as nothing often will.

your cold armoire. your t-shirt life. hinge the doors. adjust the shelves. it will fit. you'll make it all fit inside.

or if not. who cares.

i'd rather not mention.

only shadows left in there.

and off color squares on the walls where those old pictures once hung.