Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 1, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-01-05 sunday 9:41pm

i can't prove it, but i know. the wind will carry thoughts unspoken. take them to where they can be heard.

every breath we take is stolen from someone else's heart.

just living isn't enough. so what next. call up those demons. let them have their laughs. at my expense.

humiliation keeps me humble. need keeps me searching for.

i want to have. i will not settle for less.

up the stairs there's a room. a room in all of us. with a door that doesn't lock, but is so damn hard to walk through.

step by step you work your way up. and when you finally get there you're so afraid to enter.

because what if what you've wanted all your life doesn't want you.

or worse yet. what if it does.

05-01-05 sunday 9:54pm

floating on the shadows. lying on my back. all the world is above my head. all its weight below.

your cheek is my pillow though it's miles away.

your skin is my blanket, though tonight i'm shivering.

i can swim. as deep and as far into the darkness as it will permit.

and i will. because i can.

know this.

that is who i am.