Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 7, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

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just a whisper tonight. shadows of a voice.

just wherever the lines take me. uneven roads to knowing. or at the very least, accepting.

i offered, but. thought i was being kind. i plucked a feather from my wing and put it in your ink. for you to write whatever you wanted. but you chose not to write anything.

sometimes it's just memories masquerading as now. what you leave behind sometimes gets tired of collecting dust. tries to. makes one last valiant effort to become.

or it's just dark. and your heart isn't quite ready yet. its pupils need more time to widen. and for that few moments that it's blind you bump into things. you stumble over the cracks in the pavement. but give it a little time. soon you'll be able to see again.

i'm not really anyone's friend. haven't been for quite a long while. i'm just quiet. someone who listens. i'm just kinda quiet. someone who doesn't judge them.

and i guess people need that. but not enough to. i guess people want that. but not so much so that they'd ever love you. or think to offer it back.

i'm just an alcoholic with a lot of will power. i'm just a poet with not that much material. and an artist with far too few colors left from which to choose.

i'm just a listener. born and bred. be they songs or humans. i'm just a listener nevertheless.

wherever the lines decide to take me. whatever shapes they define. i've never held a single person to anything they've promised. cuz i'm just the outlines. can't even imagine what belongs inside them.

i just listened until they stopped talking. cause i liked hearing them. i just listened. wanted to be heard i guess. but never really needed it.

i think i either cared too much or didn't care enough. it's all in the translation. there was no tragedy. only knowledge. i think i just spent so much time trying to save them because i didn't want anyone to know how much i needed it. i think i wanted to save everyone because i couldn't save myself. but i failed them too. i failed everyone.


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