Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 17, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

8:57am 5-17-04 monday

why mix pleasure and pain as we do? knowing all forms of happiness are fradulent.

why sometimes the need to put so much space between myself and those closest? knowing that all connections are tentative at best.

why draw the pictures. be they words or images. knowing that they only are real in my own vision.

to answer. to hear. to laugh. to willfully acknowledge the fact. that i feel. and see. and hear. and taste. and want. and need. and crave.

because it's only just one night. one candle being consumed by its own flame. take what heat. what light it offers. there will be plenty more cold. plenty more darkness. and so few chances to know.

11pm 05-17-04 monday

face yourself. parchment eyes. to write upon. inky smiles bleed through. marring future pages with their wounds.

face them. that audience of friends and strangers. so unsure of who is whom. the line of demarcation is jagged and unforgiving. all life's been a civil war, but it's still hard to watch any soldier die.

5-17-04 monday 11:38pm

all your tears, they led to this. more of the same. only silent. all these words. they fell far short of their intent. and all those pieces of yourself that you gave, well they never did find their way back again.

alone never mattered until. like a dream that doesn't know it is. but then you open your eyes and desperately wish you could return to it. it's too late. it's already realized that it was only your imagination. and it can never feel that way again.

you miss it. and it misses you too, but that's not enough. since it can't ever believe in itself again. and you can't pretend anymore that it's true.