Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-22-03 friday 10pm brick NJ

those little decisions. small indecretions. in the shadow of what life has been you find them. they make you who you are. though you never meant to become.

light up the night with fantasy and memories too strong. engage the silence like it's something you really do want.

wake me when it's over. just don't talk to me when i'm sober. cuz i'm not me then. wake me when it's done and has forgotten that it needed. until then i'll just be forgetting with my friend. marring the night with falling down and not dying yet.

this world so full of beautiful people. this life so full of so many reasons to. overdose. indulge. use.

light the cigarette. light the night as if flame can give it life again.

nothing lives. empty eyes. hopeless sighs on the percipice of dimension. so close to the moment. reach out to touch it but, then it's gone. like so many things. they don't know how hard it is. to ask. to give. to think that the moment's passed. left you behind. just like it always does. no tommorow. just yesterdays that never knew how much you worshipped them.

if am given to love. taken by the moment to places i otherwise never would've ventured. if i'm given to trust. still questioning. unsure.

it's only just now that i can admit to the fact. tell myself another love has. it's only just now that it's taken corproreal form. come to face me like a memory brought to life again by some encounter chance. if i should love. then mourn it's death. it's only the cycle of what i am. unable to accept. this blood on my hands still seems pretend. this hole in my heart won't echo yet. as i sceam. scream into it. i get nothing back.