Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 5, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-05-05 10:29pm tuesday

harboring the darkness as we must. better this than to have it be that it should quarry us.

if that is all they should see when they look upon. so be it. the fault is theirs. not mine.

folding alone into neat little packets. creasing the fabric worn by. what words beseech. what thoughts impale. when eyes won't close again for days at a time.

people are just what they choose to be. so i say, let them. let them be liars, martyrs and thieves.

living in the reality they're created. need is the bricks. and the mortar is desperation.

i won't knock down their walls if they don't bother mine.

soaking in the black. more real than anything or anyone else is.

for all the colors the world has to barter with. without the light none exist.