Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 9, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9:30pm saturday 04-09-05

i will be the witness as the end takes over. skinning those dead platitudes to find the meat inside. so what if i killed them. they deserved to die.

i won't ask. won't tell. where all those murdered possibilites are buried. may the dirt they're covered in treat them better now that they lie below.

i don't want alone. but it wants me more than i can evade. i spend so much time tuning the night. trying to get those six strings to vibrate how they ought. still even when i do. the chords i find myself able to play aren't the ones i had wanted to.

just shadows masquerading as us. because i can't come out of them. not after all these years of.

i witness myself. i witness them. cold camera heart recording the tragedy. unwilling. unable to interact.

don't think i was ever really alive in that sense that others are. how they don't just watch it happen. but rather they make it so.

through the looking glass. through the window's grin. some see the world as inviting. me, i just see fences.

04-09-05 10:50pm saturday

velvet skin on your lips. crushed and shirred. VELCRO® hearts tend to stick. or at least make that awful ripping sound as you pull away. a million tiny hooks and loops hanging on for dear life.

tomorrow doesn't have a plan. and neither do i. i just sit here in my awkward descent. wondering when the ground will find.

i'm just floating on a parachute losing air. wondering how it's lasted this long. keep telling myself i shoud care. but i don't.

they disappear. those cushions. and i rationlize. that i didn't want them. i'm just making it easier on myself when i know it's bound to hurt.

i'm just convincing myself the pain is what i wanted when i feel its approach.

maybe you're real. maybe you're not. don't think i'll ever know. just like all those that came before you. trust is an issue undecided. life is just a series of lies they've taught us to believe. when we're too young. too fragile to do anything but.

and there you find yourself after the mask has melted. angry and resenting

unsure of yourself. unsure of anyone.

you don't have to be sure to know that chance is all you have in life. take one before it takes us.

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