Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 5, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-05-03 wednesday 8:33pm brick NJ

in every life there are things harbored undisclosed. in every magic trick there is a partner unknown. that's where life goes when you let it. that is where memory broods untold.

i laugh like i really can. and i cry when the chord hits that certain location. i talk as if the words have a presense. but they are only wraiths from a long dead existence.

i will hold you when i can. as if i chose it, even if i haven't. i will love you as these lives dictate. even if that means a love without a stage.

i'll see you again. if not tomorrow then whenever. the days go by like an endlessly repeating power ballad. the melody is strong, but the lyrics are weak. the appeal is strong, but the purpose so hackneyed.

in every kiss there are hearts bartered for less than their worth. life makes these poor decisions and leaves us to reconcile them. love takes these shallow dreams and dives in. leaving us to heal ourselves again. always broken, but not dead. wondering and trying still to live. counting off the minutes until the end.

the fowl stench of fear is in life's sweat. the bottle that i cradle like a child is in my soul to fill the voids time has kept.

i could take it as i once did. make some pages from all the things i once wanted. like origami lives. fold them into pretty shapes when the ink will no longer take. origami lives folded neatly to hide the words you wish you hadn't written. and the ones you wanted to write but still wish there wasn't that reason to. origami lives. unfold them and the images disappear. unfold them and you'll find what they've been hiding tucked away in the creases.