Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-13-05 sunday 9:02pm

all i've had. all i've held. pouring out like so much blood from between my thighs.

fill me up with the potential for life. then open me up. expose that hole. spill the blood.

force me to carry all this emptiness inside my gut. as day after day it begs of me to fill it up.

i'm stronger than my burdens, but still no stronger than my weakest spot.

i'm made of so much emptiness. i can leave the hole fester there. but i can never make the blood stop.

10:15pm 3-13-05 sunday

i guess there was a time i was hoping to be saved. but all those heros i selected turned out to be only men. buckets of blood contained in flesh. just as weak as i am.

i guess i was raised to think. brought up that way. you're a girl. it's for the man to save you.

and in some small way. despite all my protests. in some small way, some part of me wanted it to be true.

there's nothing quite as comforting as abandoning all responsibility and blaming someone else. there's no easier life than waiting for someone else to tell you. to take care of.

but all those heros we've been told about. they're only human just like us. they're men. they're women. they're no different from. there's a hero and villain inside of everyone.

and it's up to us to save ourselves.

03-13-05 sunday 10:38pm

your cold pantomime leaves me in that box. are you really trapped there. or is it only mine.

your secrets kept are not unlike mine. the world revolves. and us around it. helplessly lost in the gravity it supplies.

i just want a reason i know life can't provide. i just want a momentt to hold onto to when every other reason has proved itself to be false.

what i'm left with. what i have. pop that balloon it my chest. watch as my heart deflates so rapid. you can put the air back into, but you can't give back that sense of resilience.

pop me open. with your needle eyes. i guess i aksed for it.

all that helium. i was only looking for a string to hold me down.

but the world is full of razors. i should've been more cautious.