Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

06-08-05 wednesday 9pm

the breadth of a smile, often wider than the face it's beseiged. the weight of a frown so much greater than the reason for which it might appear.

watch your step. my heart's an open grave.

i didn't want to be born. i'm told i fought it. but was pushed out eventually.

i didn't want to be conceived. though there's no documentation of a struggle them. i can imagine it must've been ugly.

and living. that's just he the ocean they've dumped me in. out in the middle of nowhere. every direction is a possibility. but a possibility of what?

life isn't a struggle. it's a death sentence.

mind the gap. it's sure to show up just when you stop looking down at your feet.

don't ever wake a sleeping insomniac.

06-08-05 wednesday 10:44pm

i feel it. ribbon on the gift. the way it saturates me in the contrast of the moment.

the knot waiting to be undone. the bow as it clefts. skittish fingers dancing with it.

i taste it. the night as it stick its tongue down my throat. and i want to bite down. but it's the only friend i have left.

there's so much time and so little of it.

there's nary a reason to ever wake up and still it happens.

because we're not the one's who need something. it's life that's dependant upon us.

what a pity.