Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 2, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

09-02-04 thursday 9:59pm

read the first sentence. maybe glance the last. but don't read anything else after that. it's all just useless filler. there was so much else i could've done if i'd just not let all those middles take away from.

yield with the dawning moon as night portends. moving muscles. folding flesh. as the bones beneath struggle against.

i forget whether i'm grieving or if i just don't care. look into my eyes and tell me honestly do you see anything at all in there.

the memory of a feeling. a single petal from the flowers life's grave once received. kiss the sun goodbye. now you carrry loneliness's child. close your womb for a thousand years.

don't wish. don't regret. don't cry. salamander hearts with their chameleon friends.

only after. that false sunrise. indebted to the one before. eloping with the coming night.

whoring hearts under martyr skin. break open the shell and feel the yolk.

only now. just tonight. everything here as it is. so docile. so uninspired.

only just. like the tip of your tongue too near the kiss. only if. never again. paint forever in shades of love.

09-02-04 10:39pm thursday

now we are. what we should've been then. the mirror blackens as i try to see my reflection. now it is how it always should've been. cold pinatas break open against these sticks morality. and spill out all that sweet sin they keep in their bellies.

now the lines are coming. get out of the way. no longer waiting. just watching as it happens. rainbows chasing the dreams from which we've awoken. cause in truth they had nothing. nothing at all to offer and way too much to prove.

it's september now. how quick it came again. august grinned and then it was over. finished again.

it's another year. the older that i get the fatster that they happen.

i've nothing to say except that it was nice while it lasted. i have nothing left to wish except that it might happen. that it might happen again.

09-002-04 11:04pm thurday

everything i missed, goodbye to it. i never needed it. everythinng i lost, there was not contest. just finish lines that disappeared before i could touch them. and victories that weren't meant.

tuquoise hearts and azure promises. agaisnt the sunet there'll both blue in the end.

i guess you never wondered. never cared what it might be like. there are good lies and bad ones. but for us there's only just.

i read every word like they were from someone i'd long since hoped to know. and thoght they were my own. strange still as anything. i'm just a stranger to myself. that's all i'll ever be. a stranger to myself. a stranger to my friends. a stranger to anyone who tries to know me.