Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 26, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

2-26-05 9:27pm saturday

ages ago still a fresh bouquet in my mind. bright red blossoms wide open to all the possibilities of life.

ages ago i remember with a solemn heart. like attending a funeral. standing over the smartly dressed, perfectly manicured corpse. i get to feeling somehow that it's still more alive than i. or at least that it gives off a better impression.

we never shared that much time together. but we used to share so much apart. lately the apart is still there, but the sharing is gone.

i've never had a savior, though i've always searched for one. but the higher that you climb the further you are from. i never believed in forever. or that notion of happiness being within our grasp. i just would do a close up on what i found most alluring and hope that the film would see it as i had.

i guess we never really knew eachother except in that sense of how they could please us. a lot of people claim to love when it's really only need. desperation. we might never have truly had eachother. but then who really does?

02-26-05 9:47pm saturday

collecting hours as they fall into my hands. lilting raindrops of life as it expires. collecting memories like clippings from a magazine. shiny pages all glossed up with exaggerated feelings.

tell me when, if ever it was real. point me in that direction and i will go there. step by step making my way up that steep staircase of worth the effort to see the summit.

we'll never know for sure who we night've been had we let ourselves be those people who converged instead of only intersected.

there's no telling how those hours will fall as the sky releases them. it's our duty to put out those buckets. catch them. and if they should hit the ground. sinking into it before we ever have the chance to drink them down. we're the ones at fault. not these years that doled them out.