Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 1, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-01-03 sunday 10:04pm brick NJ

when life held its breath we stood there waiting on when it would breathe again. and when it finally did, we were dumbfounded. when all the years that have built your life suddenly decide to speak, it's overwhelming. the thunder of memories you'd forgotten were there. the flood of anger that you thought was reconciled. life holds its breath more than it ever breathes. for all of us. and the years that make us are the same ones taking us apart. the hearts that break us are the same ones that put us back together again.

and that's the cycle until. building and wrecking. covering and recovering still. life doesn't live us. we live it. love doesn't show us. we make her true. and time won't abandon all those memories that we do. you can put it out of your thoughts, but it will always be in you. every second. everything that's happened is you. and even the worst that you can recall, they can't be wrong, if they made you who you are.

too young to die. too old to trust. age isn't the measure of. the hate that you paint is in the pigment of something different. words betray when emotion is so insistant. the rage you portray is just a role the actor loved too much. you might fool yourself, but you don't fool me. you may convince yourself, but i know it still hurts. that it always must. it's not a burden. it's not a curse. it's just life living us when it should be the other way. it's just a stockpile of years finally catching up. but all of them. the good. the bad. everything. they're you. and that's just what you should be. they're you. that's just what you should be.