Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-02-05 monday 2pm

happiness tries me on,
but she doesn't like the fit;
too loose at the waist,
too narrow in the hips;

but all i can tell her in reply is,
that i'm not meant to be worn
so close to the skin.

05-02-05 monday 9:21pm

fever does nothing to sicken me. it's just a fire in my chest to keep me warm at night. the spinning blades of time as it trims the grass that grows in our lives. it's up to us to keep them sharp.

divergent atoms in the blood tamper with the reaction of. you are water. i am flood.

i don't know it, but i imagine the scent of you. as you crawl into bed covered in what the day's done to you.

taste gives way to touch in a splendid pattern that forms within the weave of love.

as if to feel it can prove it real. to disbelieving hearts and we such skeptical people.

trust it near. or trust far. closeness owning only to how committed we are.

05-02-05 monday 10pm

vanishing into what i remember of. the clouds of time converge and cover what once was a shining sun.

the thunder growls. the lightning bolts. as i bask in the downpours that put the fires out.

nothing asks. nothing tells. i cower in my silence and hope that separation is what you really want.

that someone else. or some other vice is enough during those long, long nights.

the tide it crawls up toward my toes and i am given to question it. why does it continually reach for and yet never grab hold. but it's just water. driven by external forces. it's just liquid. that's its excuse. what's yours?

typing with a shakey heart. the words presume to know me, but i lie to them as well.

the days confiscate what toys i've lifted from their pockets. they are such strict disciplinarians. they turn out the lights so abrupt. without warning all is dark again.

i don't really want to know what draws you close or what keeps you far. because i know, those are the sorts of answers not befitting rare cooked hearts. and mine is. so pink in the center. barely done. still full of so much bacteria and blood.

i don't want to know why you're gone, just hope that you're happy there.

so many people see the world in how it relates to them. but some of us. we see it as a puzzle. everyone is a piece in it. and where is that space that i fill in.

i don't know why or even if you were ever here. i just hope wherever you are, it's a better place than.

i never wanted you to be the answer. i've always just had so many questions to ask.