Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 1, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

06-01-05 wednesday 9:27pm

redundant foil to my sneer. unbecome by your good intent.

murder then and bury if. every minute of your life begs for it.

the edge of the memory laps at my attention. a shy wave on the edge of an irate ocean.

the hairs fall out. the ends they split. everything is temporary.

it can slice your heart like pie or it can fill it with.

one day will become the next until you can't manage any reason to ever allow them into your life again.

dim flame in eyes so dark. look through the window to find the bed is empty. yet the sheets are stained.

don't color me in. i prefer to remain the blank outline i've always been.

don't steer back to find those pages filled with crayon. those pictures have been erased. those colors are all gone.

06-01-05 11pm wednesday

it's over now. that's how it tends to be. with those brick and mortar people.

you wake up inside the building. only to watch it falling down around you.

i don't need somewhere to go. just someplace to return to.

isn't that the way all lives package their wishes. as selfless as it can seem to ask for what you want.

dead leaves on the limbs and you look at them. waiting for the moment that they'll jump. thinking to yourself, i wish i had that much courage.

how is it they can see the end i cannot. how is it they can recognize what needs to be done.

never claimed to know why or if. hugging tonight as it would give in. didn't want to know. just to stay. that would be more than enough.

but always it refuses. moves through us without apologies. without remorse. as if we're just the shadows of its footsteps.

life must be ours. because who else is there to blame for it. but even still, i don't see how i'm resonsible for thiis.