Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 23, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

3-23-05 9:15am wednesday

i sleep when you least suspect.
dreaming sweet lies while
your feeble thoughts attempt.

to lure me open -
close enough.
spread my heart like
trembling thighs and
give it a few good shoves.

03-23-05 wednesday 9:35pm

the rain doesn't really matter til we let it. we just always do. and if that rain should turn to snow. is it really getting colder. or is it just that another season in our lives is afraid to let us go.

i'm a video game with only one life left. one finger glued to reset. somewhere between 13 and 20 years old two dimensions became three. and i could no longer navigate. just forward and back was no longer enough. and all those angles inbetween left me feeling inadequate.

i can hate and feel safer because. or try to love again. chance another failure. those are my candidates.

but i won't vote at all. let someone else decide for me. i won't win either way.

03-23-05 wednesday 9:50pm

the musty scent of time gone by. tickles my nose. entices swollen hearts to cry.

beating on in endless chagrin. faulty drum sticks pound out life's uneven rhythm.

shadows chance a picture on the wall. silhouettes of moments now long gone.

if i should remember them. let that wave engulf me. if i should wade out into memory's ocean and wait. wait there like a crippled ship. to die in the same way that it lived.

would that be wong. to want to give them my last breath. to have what took it first, for the last time take it again.