Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 4, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

09-04-04 saturday 8:43pm

am i dreaming again? or is this really something all together different. is the moon masquerading as the sun? or did a new day finally come?

they used to say wake me when it's over, but i just say don't wake me ever again. cuz even if i'm dreaming, i don't ever want to know that i am.

the song was blinking and i caught a glimpse into its eyes. rapid heartbeats and phantom smiles.

let tomorrow know it wasn't her that i didn't love. just myself. and how she made it so obvious.

9:15pm 09-04-04 saturday

time is a spouse. memory the children. conceived in love or not, it's our job to raise them.

time is a dagger. memory the handle you grip. and pointed at your chest, truth is the tip.

thristy for your blood. your skin's concesson is. well you know who. you know what. but you'd rather feel something. even this.

the colors divide like love into moments. what was and what you take away from so very different.

years become split seconds. brief interludes with your soul. airbrushed recollections.

was it ever beautiful or am i only remembering it to have been? was there ever such happienss or am i just remembering everything different?

because the lamb is dead. i see that now. and the lion is grinning because his hunger's been subdued. i guess the blood on his fangs answers my question. i guess i had no right to expect anything better from you.

09-04-04 saturday 10:08pm

have you never seen the sun when it's first opening its eyes. all lost in its own vision of. the world outside itself. the world it expects to find, but doesn't. have you not ever seen it then. just at that perfect moment when it comes to realize how dark is the world it's tried to light.

i want it all, but can't find it in myself to ask for. i want the cushion of trust. and all the happy endings it has ensured.

knelt beside the amber grin of too many questions gone unchecked. frown your smiles and laugh your tears. since that's the only way i know how to not become a victim.

i want to hold her. hold her like she's never been. to sink into those beautiful breasts and drown in that milkweed skin.

10:35pm 09-04-04 saturday

i'm open. open as i've ever been.only to most of the world that's not so impressive. just another stairway up to an attic with old junk in it. lots of crap that belongs in the garbage.

i'm only open. but to the naked eye it might resemble broken. only i'm not that. cuz no one could. i wouldn't let them. it's just not something i could trust enough for that to happen.

i'm a place you've never been, but have long imagined. underwater dreams that swim like fishes. no need for oxygen.

i'm pain you never thought you'd crave, but now you're addicted. i'm forgetting that you ever ached. only knowing what feels this good. no yesterdays to tell you otherwise. just now. just this moment right before our eyes.

it could've been that way. tremors in open graves. blank spaces between the beginning and the end. it could still be like that. since we're still alive. since we still imagine what it mght be like.

curl your limbs. paint your flesh in the pigments of nights that happened while you were't listening to them. tie your bows. wear the clothes of the life they always told someday you'd own.

tomorrow won't but now is poised to. waiting like a bomb to be lit by your fuse.