Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Julty 13, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

07-13-04 tuesday 9:37pm

over teases like a cat playing with a wounded mouse. lets it runaway a little bit and then again strikes it down. as the victim lunges to live, it swats, then watches while it struggles in the throes of death.

i'm bitter i think. more bitter than i ever thought i could be. now that hope has shattered and i'm forced to walk on the pieces.

i hear them like angels. smokey dreams in my head. a word and then i miss the rest. it's all so consuming. to make that effort to be alive again.

if it hurts. if it really does. it can only get worse.

if this is how. if this is what. it can't get better unless you can offer it a reason. it will get worse. i know this. and i don't know if i can be that strong for you then.

i'm afraid. afraid of having to be that strong again.

07-13-04 tuesday 10:18pm

it's just life. nothing else. nothing we can change. so why upset ourslves trying.

it's just the way that corduroys make that sound as you walk. there's no escaping the skin that you have.

maybe when we were younger, friends still had some meaning.

but now we're so much older. and there's so much more that we need.

i'm no longer inclined to think about what isn't. not since. i'd much rather just accept what is. prove myself better than this circumstance. for everything that's happened. i've plenty of knoweldge, but little do with it. except. except learn. learn all over again how to accept alone. how to never let them know how empty it is.

it's hard. i know you know it. hard as it is for you to go through what you do. everyone thinks that their troubles are the worst. just stop for a minute. realize. know. you're not the only one that hurts.