Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 26, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

05-26-04 9:33pm wednesday

when it's over. should that ever come to be. i'll hope that i know nothing, and yet remember everything.

when days decline and nights exceed. as often happens. i hope that i wonn't have to hear, but still can listen.

if hours give and minutes subtract. as time fascilitates. i hope that i don't divide. but am still able to add.

you can die if you want to. and i can't stop you. no one can. you can die before me. wouldn't that be ironic? but it wouldn't be fair to yourself. or them. you gave them life. they never asked for it. you owe it to them to show them how much it means.

you can pretend it's nothing, though you know it isn't. hope that mind will triumph over matter, but you know it won't.

you can leave me. anytime. you're free to do that. but you can't leave them. not without having tried.

when it's over. when if that ever should. i'll hope that i've not been heard, but might have been understood.

5-26-04 wednesday 10:39pm

your heart is your tombstone. it's just waiting for you to give it an epitath. your life is your coffin. it's just waiting for you dig the hole.

you suddenly sour like liquid trapped in glass. exposed to the air you go flat. such a shame. i would've loved to have tasted that.

knowing that fact and reason share no common ground. as easy as it is to understand, it's so hard to accept now.

eyes see only what you let them. while hearts are psychic. you can try to blind them, but they'll still see even then.

birds in flight crease the wind. just like love does move just as swift. lion's jaws quickly crush the neck of the antelope. just as truth does kill all hope.

05-26-04 wednesday 11pm

even though i want to go to sleep, i just hate to have to turn off the music. could leave it on i guess, but it would seem a betrayal of it.

anyhow, i don't think i could go to sleep like that. but if i could, oh what dreams i might have.

even though i can't speak it, i've said it many times. in my head. in my thoughts. in those imagined conversations i have with myself when i'm contemplating what i ought.

even though i know it doesn't matter, i still wonder how it might've. given the chance i wouldn't change anything, on the off chance that that would somehow interrupt what we have had. but it doesn't hurt to imagine i suppose. light your heart like a candle and wonder at the glow.

even though life has failed me and i it as well. it doesn't seem wasted. not one minute. it's only the future i hate. how emptily it does beckon with sweaty hands. how it greedily tugs on every minute that we have.

maybe you'll never know. since you've glimpsed that landscape, but don't live there. maybe, i guess, no one ever can. that they come from all over the globe to glance, but never really see.

i guess i just took what i felt and imposed it upon you. as i tend to do. so many rhymes that overflow. that grab at any place to compose. i imagine the love i have felt is mostly better felt alone.