Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 22, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-22-05 8:54pm tuesday

just once don't be who you always are. that blank screen i keep watching. waiting for the movie to start. that paragraph full of facts. nothing tender. or in the least inclined to make me care.

just once before i give up, step out of that metal suit you wear. let me feel your touch. hear you laugh.

i'm letting go. not because i want to, but cuz i can hear you packing up your things. all that distance we keep between us that's sposed to cushion. it's not working.

it's not like i didn't know it was over long ago. i just had to let it linger. time strokes aching hearts. slowly massages the pain out of them.

there's never been. never will be i guess. a chance for me to see you smile. hear you laugh. i was holding on for that, but now i've lost my grip.

9:48pm 3-22-05 tuesday

with a zippo smile that burns right up until you close the lid. and a heart that's hinged. 180 degrees of giving in.

split me. i'm just kindling. dead wood for the burning.

i'm just waiting for the day to end. hoping that the darkness has some softer angles to lend.

there's no asking when. telling if. sticking candles in jack-o-lantern lives. to light up all those gutted friends.

it's not halloween, but it may as well. cause they're all in costume. looking for their treats.

cause all the real monsters are gone, but in their place are plenty of people.

scarier. much scarier than any demon.

10:30pm tuesday 3-22-05

for all that i remember of you, i feel less than acknowledged. weaving shadows as i will. into the blankets we'll clutch as age threatens. yet you move away from still.

you seem to want everything and nothing. if that were possible. you beg for and then refuse to receive. barren stamen without a single seed.

i was wrong to care if. because you pockets were never what i wanted to get into, but that is where i've been kept.

i was foolish to think my words could ever eclipse

i'd listen. i'd want, but i was never sure who it was that i wanted. there was someone i should've loved, i'm sure, but i don't know that i ever met him.

now that yessterday's over. tomorrow can finally begin. if only it would. frail moolight begging dead stars to live.

now that the loss is right there in my stomach waiting to be digested, i can wait. that's my only task. just wait for the process to activate.

so much for hope as it dangles on its weighted scales. convincing less astute hearts that it's still important.

yesterday we try. tomorrow we give in. and what lies betwen. that's for us to keep as we see fit.