Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 27, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-27-03 monday 9:35pm brick NJ

there's a friend to be found just when you've stopped looking. there's a song in every breath. life needs a soundtrack, but who will write it. time needs a chorus, but not the one we keep giving it.

i've been wrong before, so i wouldn't be shocked at being wrong again. but i also know the heart is flawless. it only loves those that it can. it only loves those worth the effort. even if, it doesn't mean being loved it has to mean there's some reason. a heart doesn't love to be loved in return. it loves simply because a love has been earned.

at night sometimes i'll remember when the daylight was something that i looked forward to. a chance for a ride. a sunny day to stroll with life as she'd pose her questions and i would challenge why she even asked them. at night sometimes inbetween the last song and the next that brief interlude is all the time that life needs to prove i've never owned her. that she's always owned me.

not that i care. not that it matters much. but i am still alive afterall. i make avoidance my friend. but it's no fortress. at best it's just a curtain. it's a stage and i am the fool. let the audience be amused. i hope that they are. draw the curtain again as the sun makes her exit. alone is only a piece of it. there's so much more to be said. but even i don't want to listen. alone is just the opening sentence. but i don't want to write the rest.