Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 7, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

5-07-04 friday 8:11am

just the ghost of a dream left over from last night. shadow of a shadow making pictures in your head. just that hollow feeling that morning has. like a dormant cocoon. whatever was supposed to change you, failed somehow.

whatever this next twenty four hours is to be. it is mindless of to whom. i open the day like a book. but there's nothing there to read. blank pages infront of. and so many empty ones behind me.

5-07-04 friday 9:48pm

afterall, we're only people. life draws the maze and we keep searching for the cheese. it's not what you are, but what you leave behind. afterall, friday is just the reflection of so many other nights just like this one.

friends do forget. and love is only meant to be a part of certain lives. life has always had a plan. only it took my all this while to realize.

i'm just me afterall. hollowed out skin of a person. no blood left to bleed for. no reason left to try. no people i feel compelled to call.

to hear that ringing turn into nothing. to send messages no one wants to read.

i would've liked to have been your friend if that was something i could honestly live with. i thought i could. thought it would be just as good. and it would've been fine if. if only there was something else to fall back on. if only there was something else besides this.

i'm just a person afterall. so full of so very many flaws. friendship just isn't enough. calls do not suffice. not when so many other loves have been surrendered. it's lonesome, no matter what. but it's worse yet, left loving a friend.

i can be alone, but not like this. alone is not a bad place unless. unless there's someone you wish you could be alone with.