Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 31, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

08-31-04 tuesday 10:13pm

where is home. where is foreign. it's not easy to tell. there will be times you feel welcome where you don't belong and also the opposite. there are times when just watching is enough to make you smile. and times when as much as you can participate they won't have any effect.

life is like that. people are. bunches of atoms constantly colliding. protons attracthing. and neurons deciding. it's chaos when you look close enough. billions of pieces trying to be one.

it's not in my heart to hate anyone. i can love you far or love you close. and i'll even let you choose. because it really doesn't matter how.

you see how the stars they try. on and on travels their light. the source long dead still it continues its journey. to be seen. eventually it reaches someone's eye. though the body it originated from is gone. that's what love is.

you send it away. through that infinite expanse between. it just wants to arrive. it just wants to be seen.

08-31-04 tuesday 10:43pm

under the minute. over the hour. folded like a blanket every moment passed sleeps sound. dreaming of all those to come. wondering how their presense has changed the procession. microscopic is the thought. magnanimous is the impression.

coax the tomorrow with a small piece of yesterday. bait that hook and wait. a lost fisherman floating on his father's grave.

building houses made of flowers. collecting petals as the questions release them. every wall. every tiny creivce wonders if. but you can't discard them. so you just sit and listen as they ask you over and over again.

it's not that i didn't want to live. just that i was willing to accept it wasn't possible. it's not that i didn't want to believe them. just that i learned too soon how unlikely love is.

i'll go to sleep in the petals dropped. a beautiful bed of questions answered, but not how i had hoped they would be. i'll crawl into the layers and drown my dreams in the scent.

i don't need any pillows don't need a blankets. it's fine just the way it is.