Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 21, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

5-21-05 8:29pm saturday

i just woke up inside myself and didn't like the dream. velvet curtains of darkness. pleated and thick. just like my thoughts are when it's still too early and i'm still too alive. like molasses. dark, slow-moving and unrefined.

was just hoping the thoughts would come. but they attacked instead. check-mated heart caught between rook, queen and bishop.

i try sometimes to remember her, but i can't since we've never chanced to touch. i can smell words. brewing like heavy tea bags. i can see the image. in grays that fold into black. but i can't really feel her like i want to. or know how she would feel me given the chance.

11:06pm 05-21-05 saturday

by the time we know anything of what this means, it won't make our interpretations.

clinging to the last strands of smoke as they tease. of barrooms and drinks. of people easier with themselves. and situations that would allow.

for what we wanted. instead of just what we were deserving of.

because we dnn't deserve anytthing. but god, how we want so much.

and your skin it smelled so good then. i couldn't convince myself not to rub my face in it.

i treid to. with the argument that in the end it'd be my heart strung up. but nothing matters when. nothing matters as the urge pulls you close and tucks you in. you lay there in that warm bed and dream what you've always wanted to. until sometone wakes you up.