Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-02-05 wednesday 9:28pm

nothing reminds me of you as much as anything does. the feel of that absense as against my skin like coarse sandpaper it rubs.

now that february's finally over i don't know what to do. another milestone passed over. just one more eternity at last subdued.

full moon lives seek the darkness. how it accentuates the light they've borrowed from the sun. no source of light for themselves. just the gravity that tugs.

they steal it. while the sun is busy with the other side of the world. they reflect. all the power and beauty life has to offer. all that they can see, but never own.

i'm just that girl now. the one you remember when you're lonely and you ask yourself if you were right in having held out for better. i'm just that girl now. the nakedness you remember when you're lonely. the one i try to forget.

nothing reminds me of so much. almost everything and everyone that my life has ever tried to touch.

03-02-05 wednesday 11:02pm

broken snake with scales made of spine. count the vertebrae.

broken skin. it turns red but does not leak. turn it off. close that valve.

i could remember. i choose otherwise.

broken book. pages leaking. peel away those words and find what's beneath.

don't tell me god. don't ask me to worship. he's your hero. not mine. he's your fantasy. your way to cope with the futility in and the eventual end of your life.

don't tell me jesus. don't quote me the bible. no more real than santa claus or the easter bunny. all those lies parents have crafted to ease their children. you're just another victim of good intentions.

just yesterday it was. now it's not. life is not something any god has fashioned. it's always only ever been something we have sought.