Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-08-05 monday 10:20pm

cold rapture defies what blood commits to your thoughts. as they turn like an ocean against the edge of your greif. eroding and redefining what is no longer and still is needed.

the night breathes in words. rather than moments. time. life, that old caretaker, can't keep up with all the graves there are to tend.

thinking back. then forward. there's nothing inbetween what was and what is soon to become. we, i, us, can only exist in the past or the future. the present is an achor too heavy to lift. too stubborn to let it sink down in.

we shall not ask again. nor refer to. just gypsies in our memories casting spells as they roam. and flee from their many oppressors.

what was chimes still as every hour must. while what is moves silently as the second hand does.

each one marking our progress in different interludes.

we try not to count. but are always being counted by what we've chosen.

08-08-05 6:45pm

time turned to greet her with a mocking glance. twelve o'clock and there you are. still yourself. it seemed to laugh.

perched upon the bed she thought i can't.

the soft sheets would yield, yet the floor remained hard. as her toes wiggled against the friction. trying to, but unable to lunge for.

her mother never left. she only grew younger every year as they pretended life would allow them to get away with such obvious crimes.

her brother never was near enough to know. but then too close suddenly. almost oedipal. she herself being lost, had a hard time expelling him. not really. but because of their common link.

still she wondered why is it worse to hurt his feelings than to cause her harm. because it's too much for me to live this way. not that i've ever lived, but whatever it is i do from day to day, this is making it so much harder.

i love him, but i can't love anyone this much.

i've uttered those words more than anyone should ever have to.

so many lost and yet found does me no good.