Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 5, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

02-05-04 9:43om brick NJ thursday

holding breaths. and then the moment inhales. emotion moves again.

life becomes the predictament when all that it emcompasses only makes you wish you'd never lived.

life ought to be the challenge. the prize in fact. but treasure and trash will fluctuate according to your current circumstance.

i remember holding you and thinking that something this perfect must have a very short lifespan. i remember letting you hold me and thinking that something that feels this good is soon to feel ten times as bad.

hearts pace back and forth. tired and empty like shadows. a product of the light we've cast. for every light a life does find a darkness is created by. and that darkness does tend to grow. for every candle that we hold a dozen shadows dance untold. for every love we dare almost, a million heartbeats suffer the loss.

i remember how we'd lay so close and without touching it hold the moment. i remember feeling that it didn't matter what happened before or what would happen after. but for all my memories, i'd sacrifice everyone one of them for the chance to know you that way again.