Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 27, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-27-03 wednesday 9pm brick NJ

nothing left to feel. orbitting my own life as the moon will do to the earth sometimes. outside and in. moving with the motion of gravity and resistance. watching towers tumbling and cities falling down. nothing left to feel. now that i've left myself behind.

your world or mine. either or still leaves us too deep inside. your words or mine. either choice still put too many pages into the books binding.

shadowy evenings roll on like avalanches. gathering destruction as they progress. lonely exceptions to the rules do nothing to quell the hollows expanding inside.

tell me why when there's so much risk. why me when i'm the last person anyone would pick.

tell me that it's over. agree just once. that it should've never been. that tomorrow or any day further won't forgive us. won't erase what we've done. tell me the phone will never ring again. and i'll go back to being alone and not caring that i am. don't make me alive again as you once did. cause i was better off dead.

8-27-03 wednesday 10pm brick

wasted beyond. no graves can contain the angry apparitions this life conjures. tasted too hard. lips like gloves around my flesh. indifferent to. but not enough. i've lost my place. can you help me to find it. i've lost myself. do you know where i was last seen.

lives plead with time to take it easy, knowing it will only make it worse. blood resists the urge to spill again even as the wound it so wide open.

caffine hating. and alcohol loves. strangled in your own debating of the situations you wish were not your fault, but sadly you have chosen.

to leave. to make the exit swift and permanent like death. no encores. no making amends.