Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 9, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-09-05 9:36pm wednesday

so where to now? orange sky bluffing its way through another night of pretending to. that ghost of a life under your skin. you feel it haunting cold. like ice slowly melting as the seasons try to change again. try to change themselves as they're changing you.

so what to say next? as the bottle's level steadily lowers to indicate the measure of my unhappiness. just fingers on the verge of something more than words. something to touch other than these pregnant thoughts so full of miscarriages.

could you just dream me every now and then. that i still matter in the weakest sense. something kept in the cellar of your heart. some broken toy you never play with anymore, but with which you still cannot part.

02-09-05 wednesday 10:22pm

trace me. i'm an outline. no one's ever bothered to color in. fill me. mark this page.

i'm losing myself. losing them. it all fades so fast. it resonates in my heart like a foreign language. i don't know what thye're saying. or what i should say next. but i hear and feel the sounds. am touched by the vibrations.

color me in. i'm waiting for the mark. so much paper. so many black outlines. and all the world a rainbow waiting to decide.

i don't know. never have. but it feels just like the first touch. it always has.

i see your face when i close my eyes. there in the shadows of my dreams it poses questions i am tempted to antagonize.

where it will lead. i still don't know. as if it matters.

but just in case it does, i'll let you know when i do.

until then, keep your crayon ready. that book may be closed, but it still needs some more filling in.