Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 1, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

i felt the shadow move across my heart, but my eyes never saw. i heard the chorus repeating a million times throughout my life, but i still couldn't sing it, even if i tried.

yesterday and tomorrow aren't so far apart. just different ways of seeing the same face. dark or light. near or far. once you get near enough you realize it's the same place. and it never was where you wanted to be. it never was the eden that you sought.

silence and conversation suddenly don't seem very different. you can send your idea in packets of code across the internet. no need for voices. no use for real friends anymore. those strangers that pretend can almost be enough. if you let them.

swallow tomorrow tonight. like a drug you take to get high. speak of friends while you're thinking so much different. the words move in slow and steady as the night breathes heavily upon me. the words eclipse my life as the songs enhance the darkness growing.

down i sink. deeper still to the bottom of yet another bottle. one more cap to collect. one more piece of glass to recycle in my quest for the end. it's loud. it's morbid. it's everything no one wants to be. no one except me. i'd rather be miserable and real. and i find it hard to believe that there are so many happy people. i find it very hard to believe.

i used to say maybe tomorrow. maybe someday. now i prefer to say maybe never. maybe it's better. love has its place. live has its reasons. but in this life. in this world of mine that place is not there. those reasons don't make any sense. in this life. in this world of mine. i have found that love tends to love those that are better. be it prettier or more clever. in this life i have discovered that love is just as shallow as the people by whom she is worshipped. love has a means. love has an end. love has her reasons and her methods. but they can't answer my questions. love always seems to be on the side of the beautiful. the confident. love seems no better than the superficial people who purport it.