Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-22-03 thursday 10pm brick NJ

you can try to write or you really can. you can claim that you're alive or you can really have.

you can cast your heart off like bait into the ocean deep. fish for a reason. hope to catch something real. but chances are they'll take the worm and leave your hook empty. chances aren't always as chances seem.

i can sit here luring the stray shadows in like a candle that's burning beyond the wick. i can chew on the fat that's left behind when the flesh is gone again. wondering why i'm hungry. pretending i don't know why. it's not better, but at least it's easier that way.

i could kill a few hours as they kill me back. analyzing how when and why. what is the best way to die. i can flirt with death. even make love to it. but in the morning it will be gone. life is for the living. to live before you must die. and death is for the poets to linger on as its grip slowly tightens.

i'm not immue to the temptations of life. all the ways that it finds to kindle those dead embers inside. they just burn too fast. they just spark in the darkness and then they die much too soon. i could chase that feeling all my life, but it would never let me catch it. or even if, it wouldn't let me have it. i know. i've been there. i've tried.

i don't need a reason to. i need a reason not to. i don't need approval, just forgiveness. i don't need more time, rather much less of it. i dont need someone to say they love me. i just need someone to mean it.