Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 14, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

4-14-03 monday 9:17pm brick NJ

the night's just begun, but. the years have barely started except for us.

what am i supposed to do? who am i supposed to love? anyone.

it needn't be. it just is. it's not a requirement. rather a predictament.

someday doesn't know. and the future is uncertain. love and friendship scope their boundaries. hearts and minds test their limits. maybe just for once, just be it. instead of wondering what's better yet. maybe for once just appreciate what you've been given rather than wondering what a little more money might be able to buy.

work and life. life and love. the future and the past. they all fall into that melting pot of dreams i've had. they all struggle to be real as the truth infects them. they all struggle to breathe as circumstance suffocates them.

the words aren't always pretty. their purpose not always clear. hardly. but as long as we've been apart, it still feels as if we've shared a lifetime. as long as you push the gaps between, it still feels like only a moment has passed when i see your face again. when you eyes are real once more. when i can hold you again.

the poetry isn't presented to you anymore. it's still written, but i keep it here. it still exists, it just no longer requests your attention. the verses never gave up. only me. this heart never stopped loving. the mind just refused to keep admitting.

the words can't always be what you'd like hear. but more than i've ever known, you've taken what my offerings to comfort your own. the words won't always be beautiful. but they've rarely been ugly. if only i could be the words, instead of they being me. if only.

the words won't always cater to your needs. there's only so much a life can give and not receive before it's empty. even poets can't always rhyme. even love can't always give. even the saddest among us must smile once in a while. i wrote what i could. i honored every emotion that insisted. but alone all these while, you've made it quite clear. alone here all this while, you've made it quite clear. tomorrow isn't enough. and yesterday too much. tomorrow won't remember. and yesterday won't forget. love sometimes seem no more than the toss of a coin. heads you win, tails i lose. no words, nothing about me could ever move you. i just wish you would've told me much sooner.