Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 4, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-04-05 wednesday 12:04am

i hadn't forgotten, but i'd learned how to repress. like grapes meant to be wine, i held my breath as they stepped on me. refused to become what they wanted.

it's nothing much. not to be what they say you should. so many folders with their neurotic tabs coaxing you.

i thought at one point, i can't. can't blink. can't hate. can't even move.

that what i am is just a statue erected on the site where i once lived. that they'd built it because they'd remembered me.

but when i got there, there were nothing but stones and rubble.

it wasn't a monument. it was an aftermath.

wreckage. that alls i am.

destroyed. but by whom.

05-04-05 wednesday 9:32pm

nothing has. firm foothold on the dying grass.

monkey's paw in your heart. disfiguring every wish you've ever dared to ask. all the wishes you keep.

when it rains, you will talk to the drops. in whispers because they often speak, but seldom hear.

and when the sun is shining. its golden goblet tiltted toward. spilling its homogenous elixir into all those people's lives. then you just watch. confounded by. how sugary and empty it is. that they lap it up so frantically.

i hate how it tastes. i'd rather go hungry.

nothing should. be that obvious. asking as it will. want me. need me. or else suffer the consequence.

there are fangs in your smile when you allow it to show enough. i always saw them, but i never mentioned. because i'd always hoped you'd use them.

now i know. they've worn my blood. but didn't like the taste.

off you go to find another type. one less negative.

i have healed. unfortunately. but the scar tissue still remains.