Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 1, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

8:23am 08-01-04 sunday

a fragile peace laps at my heart. floats in the air like smoke. laughing curls mock gravity as they rise and then abruptly disappear into the dark.

sunlight weak and diffused by clouds makes its long passage from then to now. the light we see. the light we grab. our first sight of it is its last.

time is marked by hours and minutes. but life is gauged in different increments. the hours urge and shuffle and push. but life shows no effect.

08-01-04 10:38pm sunday

write it down. make it rhyme. no real reason. just an exercise in numbness.

the snow never stopped falling. the sun never set. on that day that i was born it all came to an end.

drink your sorrows from inside your walls. but you''ll never know how deep this well goes.

coax the angel. pluck its wings. but flight isn't about height. it's about seeing everything.

i couldn't forget, even if i tried. wouldn't really want to. but that doesn't mean i ever believed in anything other than what the moment offered. you know, if you can't have, it's not so bad just to give. sometimes. sometimes it isn't.

it might leave you with less, but maybe that's just what i wanted. it might leave me with less every time, but maybe that's exactly what i had in mind.

life is just a series of devils disguised as angels. a lot wishes that get sent off to stars that are deaf.

i know my limits. i know them because i've been there often.

some people, what they can't get, they tend to give. because sometimes just a little interaction is all they ever wanted.