Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 19, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

3-19-05 12:52pm saturday

body works in feeble groans.
breathing. laughing. crying.
becoming so alone.

life predicts in fuzzy premonitions.
out of focus images splash themselves across your mind.
dousing it in the flammable substances which set love on fire.

03-19-05 saturday 8:54pm

choosing alone. or chosen by. it's hard to know when to all else i've been anesthetized.

choosing love. or being discovered by. am i running toward or away from.

i'm not sure.

what makes us real. what proves us to be alive. i'm not sure anything. but still we seek the evidence that can win us this trial.

touch. how far can it reach. is it found only in skin to skin. as vainly we try to grab hold of with hearts that have not limbs.

jaded. are you really. or just affecting the pose of one who is.

captured by or with. am i your prisoner. you mine.

choosing alone. or just submission. of course it is.

love wears shackles made of glass. shattered by the smallest stone.

no one is taken by. only chosen.

i choose alone.

3-19-05 saturday 9:13pm

triangular lives. sharp angles with only half the degrees.

the bottle is your bed. the night your innkeeper. listening. listening not well enough to your own words. self fulfilling prophecies.

i stroked the dragon and bathed in its fire. it's just something inside of us that has wings made of skin. and scales on its back.

i admitted. not to myself. only them. because i could live with someone else knowing how weak. just can't stand to hear those words in my own head.

i can drink the window. feast on the glass. it'll cut my throat, but i've never needed to say the words. only to swallow them.

the world they know. the sight they grant. the dark i hide in unhinging its jaw to fit me down its throat.

i thought i was nuzzling up to the beast, but it turns out it was only fattening me up. i thought i was charming the snake.

but i was wrong. i was only the bait.

03-19-05 9:51pm saturday

what happened to us. as if there ever was. cold mannequins in skin disguises.

affecting human poses as we're trapped behind that display window glass.

selling knockoffs of real love with torn care for tags.

what happened to you. when did you become such a bitter old man.

i never thought i knew you. but i thought at some point you'd have offered me that chance.

you never did.

11pm 03-19-05 saturday

it's not enough to. i'm cutting away my gums. loosing teeth. and you're just standig there with those pliers in your hands. saying you're sorry. but that doesn't stop the blood.

it's not enough. it never has been. but i waited. kept on waiting for the day you would change your mind.

only you never did.

i woke up. faced the fact that the dream was over. that blood still on my tongue. and all i wanted was for you to taste it. not make it stop.

i asked so little of you, but stil i was denied.

i let it be just what you wanted it to. as it became me. lump in the belly of the snake. still whole, but slowly being absorbed.

we wake up from those nightmares and ask ourselves from where they came. knowing. always knowing what they belong to. why. how. and when they'll allow us to wake.

eyes closed i let you smother me. i don't mind dying. i wouldn't mind it at all if only you'd appreciated my sacrifice.

if only just once you'd wanted what i'd offered you.

but you never did.

never will.

i leave it, but it remains in me.