Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 24, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-24-05 thursday 8am

summoning with raw fingers. pointing towards. reaching for.

plucking and fretting over her heart. to make the music ours to listen and to hear.

the note and lyric that is hers.

words covered bridges take me over. i read them and listen.

wondering if she'll sing again.

3-24-05 9:40pm thursday

what's to why. and where to how. alone begins to sprout from my heart. seeds long since planted. they are blooming now. so let them grow. nourish. see how pretty the flowers.

i wake up every morning ready to die. and every night i go to sleep wondering why i haven't.

to make it so. that desperation. the strength in. to lose all those trappings of humanity. loose myself from them.

we're all going to die. so why pretend it won't happen. we're all being shoved toward the edge of that dock. so why try pretending we know how to swim.

all i know is that happiness turns colors as you press upon. like it's protected under a clear layer of skin. so that you can see it there. but never really feel it.

03-24-05 thursday 9:51pm

i would've said. eventually. but then i never really had to. since you're actions or lack thereof always coincided with my fears.

corkscrew conversations would breathe the wine until friendship was wasted.

eager bodies would shake our hesitation until it exploded like champagne. bubbles everywhere. hearts inebriated.

turn me over. i'm done on this side. turn me down. those sheets have nothing left to hide.

talk to me now and then. as slowly then becomes never. i would ask, but my time for missing you is so over. all those moments so mispent. cauterized wounds begging me to let them bleed again.

life. i gave it the benefit of the doubt. and it turned round and doubted me. life, i gave it what i could. but all it did was want more. all it could say was how i'd failed it.

satin hearts on unmade beds. cold and slippery as you swim into. feeling yourself sinking in.and that void next to you. where someone should be. where someone isn't.

i used to ask, but silence treats me so much better than you ever did. i might've told you. but the truth is, i already have. and it never mattered.

03-24-05 thursday 10:14pm

the shdaows point to the right. that they do. as night draws its portraits i wonder who.

those days fail me now. sequestered hearts have finished their trial. sent another victim off to die.

if only words were enough. to make them love you. to make yourself love what.

words comfort. console and antagnoize. but they provide no answers. no bed to lay upon when sleep is imminent.

i'm exhuasted. just sitting, waiting for. change to come and teach me how. everything doesn't change. we change and blame it on.

the shadows point to the right. but my memory is still pointing left. back to a time when hopelessness was a still a soft blanket i would strangle myself in. back when i still loved you enough to believe the lies.

now i feel so cold because you're gone. and with you that blanket. now i'm shivering because every stitch i sew comes undone. i try to show them, but they don't want to know.

i can live with alone. but sometimes memroy infiltrates. reminds me of before there was no one.

and i wonder why it had to leave. when so much i wanted it to stay. i wonder why if i wanted it so much, i sill pushed them away.