Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 12, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

9:26pm thursday 5-12-05

it's always dark, but never dark enough to camouflage all those glittering and whispering doubts.

you're just an island that the storm put me upon. not where i came from. not where i meant to go. but that doesn't mean i don't want to stay.

i'm just a tree with a bark made of iron. petrified in every sense of the word. it almost seems that every time i laugh, it's because i couldn't cry.

maybe the night will allow if we ask her nicely to forgive us somehow. hold us there to her breasts as we shake. until it's all over and the past makes it bearable. to see it leave us. to let it go.

05-12-05 10:30pm thursday

the water on the window sill, it waits. counting the drops within until. during all those downpours i wonder how sunshine is ever arranged.

the weather people how they tend to speculate.

they just don't know. and neither do i. what tomorrow is plotting. what's been initiated by the previous night.

it falls. like a cigarette's ash. seamlessly making that transition from alive to dead. gracefully revealing its losing hand.

upon what road might i travel that there are not skid marks and pot holes from before. yesterday pouts out its lip and causes so many unneccessary accidents.

i'm too old to love. to young to forget how i once did.

they tell their lies like fairy tales. full of charming princes and happy endings. but i'm not convinced.

they can hold you tight. or they can let you go. but in the end it's not for us to decide. love creates its own integers and me must reconcile them with.

if it's gone, you can't say that i didn't try to talk it into to staying. i gave it all the reasons that i had.