Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8:42pm 03-08-05 tuesday

argile hearts. interlocking designs. backdoor poetry. spandex rhymes.

let solitude greet me now. with its cold preambles on tomorrow's plans. each night sighs in a symphonic prelude to another day of dying.

i don't remember their faces anymore. shriveled dorian gray's hidden in the darkest of memory's corners. i can't see their faces anymore when my thoughts speak their names. just blurry outlines that stagger around drunken splotches of color.

and i guess that must mean the same fate for my image in their minds.

the months, the years they wield their careless erasers across the delicate pages of our lives. time, that same phenomenon that once sharpnened the pencil which drew those beautiful sketches upon our hearts. now it only works to take them away.

i hear the voice. i recognize it. i think the name. i know it. but i reach out to touch it and it's not there. only shadows. i look. i try to see it. but all that's left of them are ghosts.

10:30pm 03-08-05 tuesday

i guess i'm leaving. leaving them all behind. racking up the mile markers from here to the end of my life.

i don't think it's enough. it couldn't be. powdered sugar over stales hearts. you're not fooling anyone. not yourself especially.

i guess i listen and i wonder just who's listening to me. anyone. they all make their speeches, but on platforms made of clay.

i always wonder why i'm here. why i think i want the things my heart suggests. i don't have an answer, except i like the grief. it keeps me humble. it teaches me to appreciate what is real.

your shoulder to my chin. i felt it. knocked me down more than once. i did my best to charm you, but my best is hardly good enough.

i want too much. it's obvious. the world is full of people. all i am is one of them. and i want there to be no one else when you look at me. when i look at you. i stole my words into your heart. but i got caught.

what i wanted. who i knew i did. she lingers like a shakey fire escape in the midst of an inferno.

i'm willing to die. you don't have to save me.

all i seek is the fire. doesn't matter if it burns.