Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 21, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

saturday 08-21-04 9:34pm

how easily time charms eager hearts. so overflowing with all the possibilities they lack. like long burning candles lit by two lovers in the dark. making everything more beautiful. taking every sad song and making it laugh.

i could miss you now. could've missed you then. but i'm much too independent. or maybe, stubborn's a better word for it.

i could've loved you hard. or loved you soft. but no matter how, it still would've all come apart.

i can listen. i can talk. but what is spoken and what is heard are so very different.

cut the hurt in half. now you have two of them. that's just how it is. it doesn't die. it grows greater yet.

slice the night like a pie. and wonder at. all those pieces. that crust so tender and sweet. with all that scrumptuous filling hidden underneath.

how might it taste. so warm and dark. how many bites before it's gone.

i could've loved all of them. or none. the difference only marked by how long until it's over again. i think maybe i could've myself been loved, if only i was willing to let someone.

08-21-04 10:40pm saturday

i thought i might try to write different. not let my thoughts be confined by those ghetto lovers. i felt different, so i thought that i might actually be. or able to become. like everything before now was just crayons and coloring books. but now i have a canvas. and clean brushes. or at the very least that i had discovered myself again. that it was a pleasure to have experienced them, but i don't belong there. not for too long.

like how it feels to hold your breath longer than you ought to. the bubbles rise to the surface. the water begins to seep into your lungs. and you wonder can i keep this up long enough. but the body has other plans than the head.

it's not easy when hate is something too surreal. and even though i know that it was only temporary it's hard not to grab. i don't understand them any better than they do me. but i'ts awfully hard not to be forgiving when that's all you've ever been. it very difficult not to accept them exactly as they are when that's all that you've ever wanted from them.

lives like open bottles want to be emptied before they lose their charms. nights like empty stomachs want anything that's edible. just feed me. make me full again. cause i've been empty so long. just fill me up. doesn't matter with what.