Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 6, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-06-05 9:04pm wednesday

you're bordering on. shepherding lost sheep hearts. making me unsure whether i'm too near or too far.

you're the sad song i'm ashamed of myself for listening to. the achy ballad that undermines my self sense of fortitude.

just when the darkness becomes too long it begins changing again. weakening like a fever about to break. all that time we spent suffering through finally acknowledging our strength.

i don't know why the things we need have to make us choose. between what we want and what we're willing to believe. i just know they always do.

04-06-05 wednesday 10pm

the stratosphere is all yours now. own it. and i'll look up and send my prayers to gods i've never met. never really believed in.

i'll question. their motives. their intent. as they submit their lives to promises of men long dead.

what they could write. same as i. what metaphors they chose. leather bound tributes to the dreams of mankind.

give me a maker. give me someone to blame.

i need a reason. doesn't matter if it's real.

i need an excuse. doesn't matter if it's true.

i need something to believe in. but i don't believe in anything.

so instead i'll just assume. there is no reason. there is no hope. just animals mating as they do. and, me, the product of their urgency.

chromosomes and genes falling into place like missing puzzles pieces. just when the picture looks as though. all those pieces fall away.

and i wonder. yes, i do. who do they believe in when the one they have refuses.

i'm not asking for a reason anymore. i'm just looking for an exuse.