Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 18, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-18-05 wednesday 10pm

i've had this thorn in my heart so long, i was afraid if it should be removed the hole it had created would remain.

like ears pierced. that the flesh had assumed by now that was its place.

perhaps it will. always be that way. and i can listen to the music my breathing makes as it whistles through.

but now that it's there. i won't fill it in.

no. i won't.

because by now, it must belong there.

even if you never did.

05-18-05 10:07pm wednesday

goodbye never forgets how your face looked just at the moment when. tall grass leaning against the wind. roots straining on the sand.

the ghost peers from beside. just a shadow, but ever so slightly, somehow more alive.

because feeling is as we let it touch us. in those private places that it does.

orgasms of the heart crescendo. and after that elation has dissipated, we're left with the same empty again.

black chalk board in your memory still bearing the faint traces of thoughts long ago erased.

the ghost isn't really there. just your feeling of when. as the leaves on your heart would rustle against its cool breezes.

it would sneak in so steathily. and exit just as abrupt.

it should've been love, but it just wouldn't listen to me. it should've been a lot of things that it never was.