Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 17, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8pm 3-17-05 thursday

she's too far and i'm too near. and there's no place inbetween. bird in the air how it looks from down here. wings brushing up against a sun that's actually lightyears away.

don't take me there. just turn your heart inside out and let the dreams escape.

don't fly overhead. forcing me to look up. straining my neck. hide yourself behind the clouds. so that i don't know where you are.

then we'll never have to wish that i could fly or you could land. or have to think about how i'm too near and you're too far.

03-17-05 thursday 9:29pm

open lips to the wrong side of a. words. how inhumane they can be. barbed wire sentences define borders of the heart.

goodbye. how alcholic it is. the worse it makes you feel the more you want of it.

open thoughts to the backside of a. sit and see how it feels to bend. not stand.

dot dot dot, pause to finish the sigh. feeling it rumble up from your gut. full of words without a name to call them by. full of moments you wish you had.

stroking the darkness. watching it harden in your hands. the gurgle of its breath quickening as. turning it on and then off again so fast.

why?

because i can.

it's only punctuation herding those thoughts as it must. it's only loneliness. braiding your hair. applying its rubber bands to the ends of.

why?

because there's nothing else to do.

when?

maybe never. but it's tentative.

every picinic depends on the weather.

whether or not you can.

if you want to.

9:49pm thursday 3-17-05

jellyfish hearts in an ocean of darkness. electric tentacles. you're too close to yourself to see the pain you impart.

all you can feel is the current surround you. all you can hear it the sound of the water as it moves.

there's no reason to swim, but you do. as so your body compels you.

touch. every touch dares a pain that you fear, but still want. every shock sends you on a quest for the next. let me feel. just let me feel something again.

in the dark everything is clear. close your eyes and feel what thought you saw then. in the silence you can hear it. the future as it whispers its plans.

making promises it won't ever keep. making threats that are all too real.

turning the pages in your mind as the plot unravels. chapter after chapter of dying.

03-17-05 10:30pm thursday

don't know what i'll do. especially now since there's so little to. how that is. thoughts fluttering like butterflies on the edge of the rainforest. just hoping to. hoping to start one of those tornados they've been creditted with.

it's just too late. and it's still early yet. you bend over the keys, but they don't even twitch.

life on the horizon, like it always is. coupling. thoughts having sex. every child stillborn. every birth a death.

i'm just throwing darts at a target i can't even see. when life puts its blindfolds over my eyes i try to remember the target. hope that it remembers me.

03-17-05 11pm thursday

it's too late in the season for it to still be cold, but here it is. cold as it's ever been. sun hanging itself with its own ropes. winter refusing to end.

so what do we do now that now has let us down again.

it's easier. so much easier just to give in. admit that there's nothing in the world that can ever change how you feeel right now. and that tomorrow's nothing but a dream you haven't woken up from yet.

you're only living to want things you can never have. you're only looking for corners you can't turn. just to know people who will turn on you you. just to taste lips that.

i guess it broke. like everything does. you whisper their name and hope that no noe can hear.

you nudge the moon and beg it to listen, but it don't. you tell it how much it means. but it doesn't care. just like them it keeps moving.

says goodbye without a word. say everything. everything you wish you'd never heard.

and then it's over. stop the clock.

my heart beats slower now since you're gone.