Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 22, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

06-22-04 tuesday 8:12am

memories that read like long goodbyes. flesh that never cared about. loves that translate more like suicides.

tomorrows made of the starkest pages. and nights whose ink is too often wasted.

on false storylines and plots that end too abrupt.

poetry that both reveals and hides. the bride of love wed to the groom goodbye.

06-22-04 tuesday 10pm

why not just forget. since there's nothing worth remembering now. and so you will. without flesh. without pleasure to remind you.

why not just admit that. it no longer matters. to be so bold as. to say it to my face what you've been thinking behind my back.

when next it rains in your desert i hope that the moisture will last you long enough. until then, let your world be quiet. it's for us alone to decide which we prefer... drought or flood.

i don't feel it like i used to. i'm grasping for emotions that have all been used up. wondering why i can't write, but knowing the answer is obvious.

you ought to thank me cuz i let you go so easily. you ought to thank those before you who taught me. all those lessons about. acceptance and loneliness and doubt.

someday they'll all realize how much they lost letting go of me. tha's what i used to tell myself when i still believed. now i just find it easier to let them go. sometimes it's easier to love when left alone.

06-22-04 tuesday 10:19pm

for you i keep silent when most i want to scream. and you never even know it. it's my secret alone to keep. or until these writings reveal.

for you i resist when most i want to give in. and you never even know it. it's my secret only.

for you i let it be love when more than ever i knew that it shouldn't. and for you i let it end when that was the last thing that i wanted.

but it's my secret. alone to keep. like every hour and every minute that's ever seen. hearts breaking for the choices they've made. love pretending it ever had a means.

you asked and i surrendered to that quest. like so many dominoes that ever fell because of the ones that did before them. much as the threat told me not to i couldn't resist your invitations. but now the party's over. and there's nothing left except faded decorations.