Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 30, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

03-30-05 wednesday 9:22pm

what i've been waiting for. it never much seemed to care for waiting on me. i can breathe all i want to. but i can't make it mean anything.

i can stare. like a blind man at everything i want. never being able to prove to myself that it's there. just feeling it's presense making darkness darker still.

sight is only how we think it should look. feel it. open your skin and let it crawl through you.

what i've been looking at. just pictures in the clouds. it's not what we see in them. it's what they see in us.

03-30-05 10pm wednesday

there's nothing left but the fear in your eyes when i look. i catch you off guard and sneak a glance. thinking to myself i'm not lost from you. you're lost from yourself. afraid to be found.

there are dashboards. where life monitors. how fast we're going. how far we've gone. and how much fuel we have left to take us.

there's air inside the tires that we race upon. they're hard now. free of punctures. but experience teaches us we must carry a spare.

i think too much. i know i do. especially when there's nothing else left to think about except myself. how i was always that square peg trying to fit into the circles in them.

there's no hammer strong enough. and even if there was. it'd only turn me to pulp trying to fit me into those shapes where i don't belong.

when enough time has passed you won't laugh. you'll still want it back. but you'll be able to resist. that urge to hate the world because of. or it not. at least, you'll have a few ways by then, to supress.

there was nothing then. there's nothing now. how confounded you are by the changelessnes. when everything you've ever read insists that it should be happnening.

change like tomorrow flies on feathered wings. and hollow bones. look up. keep looking up. eventually you'll see it.