Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 15, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-15-05 sunday 2:16pm

if drunk with dismay
i should spill some on you,
don't let the stain set.
a love based on sorrow
is a love of only unhappiness.

05-15-05 sunday 10:22pm

when the night grows tired of our wimpering. and finally says, i'm not your savior. i'm not anyone's. save yourself. or be your own victim. i don't care which. because you are human and i am timeless.

it's then that you'll realize how little your life means to anyone other than yourself. and the people bound to you by biology's ropes.

you can't make happiness out of sperm and egg.

you can't make life worth living by forgetting everything you've learned.

when life grows weary of your banter and it falls upon you to convince it that. you might not want to. you might just want to tell it to fuck off.

there are people who are obligated by biological imperatives. they count. of course they do. but their opinions are biased.

when nothing can wake you. and still nothing can make you sleep. you lay catatonic inside yourself and feel the surface tension as it clings.

hoping it will break. hoping everything will spill over. so you can be empty again.