Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 18, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7:12am 03-18-04 thursday

in relfection there are windows everywhere, but the visions they peddle are only echos of something i've already seen.

in reflection they become distorted and may appear open even when they're actually closed. in reflection there are many open windows, but none of them are real. they're all just echos.

8:42pm 3-18-04 thursday

stark and bright like ideas arriving. for that brief moment i'm almost alive. because i took nothing and made it something. and as quickly as it came, it will be forgotten. lost to the doldrums that daily life imposes. but for that instant life was more than this. for the duration of that flash of inspirations light and watching the realization of it, i overcame the nothingness.

circles drawn. concentrically evolving into one another until all are vanished again. circles spawned on empty screens expand to erase everything. life is a circle. like dante's concentric rings.

and love of course is a triangle. even regardless of whom or how many. 3 pointed. angular. isosiles, right or scalene, always 180 degrees. because it turns you around. everytime. whatever direction you're heading in, it will send you in the opposite. love is a triangle. no matter what. always 180 degrees now matter how you divide the angles up.

11:02pm 03-18-04 thursday

it's my fault. of course it is. when has it ever not been.

revel in your success for as long as it permits. for it's a fleeting high at best.

i had always wanted to be so much better than this, but funny how life seldom turns out how we'd expected.

burning cigarettes yield to stronger fires, but snow is still falling. still eminent. we'll meet again. i don't know when, but i look forward to it.

and all the email i could send can never suffice for what we had when. unforutnately that is life. the many ways that it submits. i hate emails, but there's scarecely anything else left. i should probably just forget, but i'm not ready yet.

choose your side. you can't play both sides of the fence. the gate is open, but it's your choice will it remained or will it be locked again.

but as much as i feel the need to ask, i could never question. don't want a response.

home. how sweet is that. home. how much i envy what you have. don't want to. just can't not. but i wish you all the best.

have a great life regardless. i'd like to be there, but have a good life regardless..