Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 11, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-11-05 friday 9:21pm

i'm folding. like the waves do into the sand. giving it all away. pouring it in. all that i am.

i'm looking. trying to see. but it's far away. and my heart is nearsighted.

don't know if those shapes are becoming clearer or moving away from me.

i'm opening the wound again. letting out a little bit of the infection. to see if any cures might be attracted.

if you smell the blood come to it. if you taste it and are intoxicated how lucky i would consider myself then.

03-11-05 friday 9:44pm

it all started because. you know how that goes. one little target at the trigger explodes.

it all began from pleasure and evolved into despair. i held you briefly and then was forced to let go.

i never really felt you were within my grasp, but somehow i felt then, so held by you.

and now i feel nothing. just the loss of what once seemed true.

now all i feel is a memory i can no longer trust. when all i really want to feel is something i can touch.

i lose them. i always do. it's me. not them. i'm a victim of myself.

write and the world may read you. you might even touch them. but you'll never be touched by. not unless.