Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 12, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

4-12-04 monday 8:39am

gauge the days of the week by the tv. last night i saw sunday's programs, so this morning must be monday.

4-12-04 monday 8:57am

i believe love should never ask. if it's offered taken and then given twice as much back

9:03pm 4-12-04 monday

i'm not afraid of the world out there. it's afraid of me. it's not who you are, but where.

don't treat me like i'm feeble. like my life is beyond my grasp. you don't know how strong i am. no one ever sees that side of me, but it's sure as hell there.

it's not about weakness. not about fear. it's only logic. and circumstance. it's 20/20 vision when most of the world is blind.

i'd like to be happy. have something to wake for besides. i'd like to have security. but then no one does. they only believe. i don't know who's better off. those who question or those who trust. because i think that we all end up hurting eventually. everyone's pain alloted in different doses depending upon how much they can take. damn me for being able to take so much. for laughing so long before i admit that i'm broken.

i would've liked to have you. to see what it could've been. even in the throes of love i know still just what reality is. never expected forever from anyone, though that might've been nice. never wanted anything from anyone that they didn't feel inclined to give.

4-12-04 monday 10am

your weakness guides your life. you never healed. never bothered to try.

was reading you this morning. or at least what i'd absorbed. it's sad really. that a life should give up so readily. sad really. how you reject time's offers of healing. how you reject any kind of real love.