Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 15, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

02-15-05 tuesday 8:59pm

florid moments stem. erudite hearts are slow to blossom. if ever they should. born and then dying ever since. slow motion video of corpses becoming.

to write. to portray myself as thinking. caring. a gentle ruse to insulate my soul from the harsh elements of truth.

nothing breathes me. i am taken into its lungs. and following the bloodstream find myself at the heart of the phantom. no bones to cage. no skin to secure. just an ocean of black without a floor.

swim. float. tread. dive down. it makes no difference. there is no way out.

02-15-05 tuesday 9:37pm

there's now. so alike the sun high up the sky. hot and bloated with so much life. hard to look at. so hard to look at without losing your sight.

there's then. cool blue pillow under your ass. softening every color. every sharp edge. so comforting. easy to get lost in.

there's everthing. always. blaring sirens in your blood. wailing and honking as they try to pass infront of all the moments in your life hopelessly stuck in their endless traffic jam

and the future their on the map. black dotting foretelling of some landscape you've yet to know. you imagine mountains. and rivers. but when you finally get there, it's only full of ghosts.

02-15-05 tuesday 10:19pm

uneasy. it makes so much sense. you twist and turn and try so hard to fall alseep inside your skin. but it doesn't happen. you're too uneasy. with yourself. with how it fits.

relative, that's something. i remember it. closet opened to the past. relative. that's how it feels. when you open your fingers to the feelings and realize all that uneasieness is coming from yourself. not them.

just sir. steam. tea kettle whistling with no one to answer it. there's no reason to feel this way. but i do. unsure. unclear. all that i remember lies to me as i attempt to defend.

there are no judges. nor juries. but plenty of witnesses. and circumstantial evidence.

it should be easy. going back to that same place again and again. but the more that i go there, the harder it is to find the entrance.