Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 1, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7:52am thursday 07-01-04

numbering the days. like prisoners. and giving them names. like people. the seven children of the week. do they repeat. or do we just reuse those same seven names over and over again. are they the same or are they different. the hours. the days. the years. do they ever really change.

counting the higher tides. waiting. for the ocean to swallow up the earth. but no. she just keeps giving the shore a blow job. even though it never cums for her.

i just keep wondering how much more. time spins in circles and makes me dizzy. i sit at the center of the hurricane. so very still, while all around me the world is moving.

it's just another day. one more number to repeat. life is 360 degrees. but i am only one-eighty.

07-01-04 thursday 9:23pm

an uninspired retreat. the sound of footsteps on the beach.

there's nothing left to say. or at least no one to say it to. i've always suspected this wasn't the world i belong to. now i know it's true.

i'm not rumpelstiltskin. i can't turn lies into truth like he did straw into gold. i'm just a person with nowhere else to go.

i'm just a candle whose wax all melted. and now it can't be lit again. i'm just a wick that was wasted on lighting flames that never lasted.

no need to hate. no need to feel anything at all now. i'll just crawl back. find a way back inside that shell somehow

7-01-04 thursday 9:33pm

broken skin. little cuts that let so much in. broken skin that just won't close. little openings that bleed so much. waiting on the scab as it slowly makes its way across your wound. like some misbegotten lover whom i never should've assumed.

it's like i'm pulling on the second hand. begging it to stop. it's like i'm slitting my own throat with blades that aren't sharp enough. i'm living to die. and dying to live. and trying to figure out what the difference is.

it's like everything has been a lie. and i knew it, but i chose them. cause still it was better that than nothing. it's like i'm watching the movie in reverse. as it all comes undone. from the end to the beginning. lost in a world that doesn't want me. trying to escape a world where i don't belong. making up reasons because in reality there are none.

lay your sentiments on that cold bed. put your silence into songs and watch as i listen to them. you just needed a distraction. and now you're over it. you just needed something different and hell if i wans't it. but life goes on. life goes on just as it always did.