Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 10, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

07-10-04 saturday 9:24pm

so... so what? here is life. choose your role. victim or victimized. choose. choose before. before someone else decides. are you the pimp or the whore.

open lips. tangled grin. unlock the cell and usher the new prisoners in.

so... so what? here is a body. produce something from. choose. choose before it's too late. were you born too late or did you die too soon.

velvet tongue. knotted eyes. hurry pick, hang or climb.

if i could be someone else i long since would have. ever since i met that first person other than myself i've wondered and wished. if i could be better than what i am don't you think that i already would've been.

so... so here i am. ghost knocking on locked doors. ringing bells no one hears. delivering packages no one keeps.

so... so what? here's a life. hurry make it worthwhile. quick. decide. are you the criminal or the crime. quick make a choice. will you give love or will you take it. will you admire as it roams or will you cage it.

so what? who cares. it's not like i have a choice. so what? it's not like the questions i make up are waiting on my answers. just a ghost watching their lives happen. and wishing that. always wondering why. why can't i.

07-10-04 saturday 9:49pm

when it's dark i see so much better then. when your heart is dark there are no distractions. eyes are just another way that life finds to demean. vision is just another parasite that on these lives does feed.

when it's dark. so dark like this i see clearly then. clear as a god looking down from the heavens.

these skins we wear. humble and heavy with. this flesh is our despair. if we could only rid ourselves of it. then everyone would know where they belong and whom with. then it wouldn't matter what we are. it'd only matter just what is. like a perfect dream that molds itself to our expectations. time would be an illusion. no past. no present. no future to threaten. just what we need. what we want. just us in the purest sense.

when it's dark i see so much better. when it's dark like this. there's no hope to interfere with the reality i preceive. there's no strings attached to all those people. when it's dark. dark like this. everything is obvious. all those beginnings. alll those ends. all those people that i thought were friends.

these lives we clutch are our despair. fleshy mounds of fear. what will come after. what wil be left.

when it's dark i see so much better then. just how life asks, but refuses to give. just all that they want, but can't admit. when it's dark. dark like this. no light to interfere. i see the people. the moments. i see all that they wanted, but couldn't themselves spare to give. i see. i see that they are just as lost. only they don't know it.

10:13pm 7-40-04 saturday

how can i judge. so without my own answers. only questions. questions painted on ledges that never let me jump.

how could i ever ask. ask you when my voice won't speak those propositions. knowing as i do that all truths are relative. knowing as i do that this skin is a temporary condition.

so let i do. as let i must. for justice serves me much better than love.

so let i have. as let i must. since honesty loves me more than anyone. myself included.

how am i to cry. i cannot. not over any one of them. only horsemen in the sky of my false apocalypse.

how can i cry. release this. i cannot. tis better to hold it. hold it close like a tourniquet. watch as the vein forgets. as the limb grows pale and all feeling exits.

what i remember. that is untold. and so it shall remain. what i did covet. those were just lucid dreams and i've long since awakened.

it's not the end i was hoping for, but it's close enough. it's not the vein i was hoping to open. but it's close enough. close enough to have the same effect.