Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 15, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-15-03 thursday 10:47pm brick NJ

it's only darkness. only lonely. it's just a lot of little moments having sex until there are more than you can tend.

it's quiet like my life. and lonely like my love. it's the end of a song that hasn't finished. like the tug of memory on your heart.

time will tame those wild dreams. and life will calm those frantic needs. look inward when solitude bequeaths. look inward and see the shadows you've danced with are inside not outside like it seemed.

the last thing i wanted. the first thing on my mind. waking up to that feeling and falling asleep to it at night. the one thing i never expected to find. the only thing that could keep me here all this while.

it's only pain. just the demented manifestation of happiness we couldn't claim.

it's only lonely. only time making her moves. taking lives through her tunnels. taking lives and making loves. giving to those who can. and taking from those who can't. it's only time. counting down the breaths to the last one. it's only life. it's only love. it's just beginning kissing the end. it's a book written in disappearing ink. you can't go back later to find what you had. you can't go back ever. it was gone seconds after it was there. it was never ours. it never belonged to anyone. it was only darkness reaching toward the sun. only lonely looking for someone. but it never can.