Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 18, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8:41pm 3-18-05 friday

i take a picture. the flash goes off. but how i see it, nothing like.

i feed the fire with alcohol. since all that timber for it. all those memories have been consumed by.

i feed the fire any way i can. any way to keep it alive.

those flints are gone. those people i would rub against. make my sparks. they must've grown tired of the friction.

it's unfortunate. that people are stuck just being people. knowing as i do, how confining it can be.

it's unfortunate that hearts are forced to choose between burning up in that fire or living in the darkness.

9:44pm friday 3-18-05

woke up to thinking that the worst was over. not really believing myself, but hoping.

woke up to thinking that i shouldn't be waking up at all. this isn't what i want. this isn't the world where i belong.

light the fire to your lips. breathe it in.

it hurts to remember, but it would hurt even more to forget.