Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 22, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

7:35am 7-22-04 thursday

the morning looked at me and laughed and said, don't you know you are my guest. don't go stomping around this place like you own it. don't go snooping around in drawers marked private.

for whatever the hour. wherever the sun is. i'm always there just below the skin.

thursday 7-22-04 8:59pm

reawaken. vertical hours juxtapose the horizon. i was. but no longer am. a thought unscripted. a chapter unfinished. music in deaf ears. beethoven lovers. empty skin.

look back if you dare. to see what once was. not to want its return, but only to marvel at its conception.

look back and see that sheet in the wind. clean, yet dripping with.

awakened as it were. horizontal hearts strike perpendicular to these vertical hours. on they clamor in heavy legions. on they battle for causes unrevealed.

just the taste of blood. nothing else. just power now that's there nothing else to win. just power over myself.

10:22pm 07-22-04 thursday

there are big words. big words that want to, but i. they just don't fit.

how. tell me how do i. every day filters in and i don't know how to.

do you know. have you ever. think back to before everything made sense. were you. did you ever feel like the end was all you ever had. did you. could you understand. or am i left with just what i know of you. crumbling rock on my hands. cause i don't know. i can't.

perhaps these worlds are just too far apart to ever intersect.

i wanted but, you know how that goes. i left, but it wasn't taken.

we happened so sudden and just as sudden we ended. it's not that i wanted an answer. just that i couldn't understand.

it's not that i hoped things could change. just that i didn't understand why if they couldn't they would still ask.

i guess i'm weak because it olnly gets harder instead of easier. i guess i'm defecttive because it only gets harder to let go of.

i misss you. i still do. i'm guilty. i am. not because of what i want. but only because of what i still wish.