Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 6, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

09-06-04 11:42am monday

tell it how it should be. tell the sun how high to rise and see if she might oblidge. tell the waves where to break. what footprint to keep and which ones to erase.

tell it anything you want. but don't expect it to agree. tell me anything at all. but don't count on the fact that i'll believe.

in hours grey like too much sleep. in lives yellowed by the dank of closets they tend to keep. be it then and forever more. that on the moment that it happened time did cease moving forward.

09-06-04 monday 9:46pm

red velvet memories. like wounds that are slow to heal. brush them backward and find the differences they reveal.

your mind skips like a record. your heart the dirty needle. so many scratches. so many revolutions only to draw those same old conclusions you always have.

turn the anchor clockwise with the direction of the moon. sink it in the softest soil you can find. and try to befriend this ocean you are lost upon.

rather than trying to reach land again. now that you're so far from it. submit to the fact that this is where you are now. let that isolation be your comfort as you build your life around.

spark the minutes like matches to light the next. each flame dying to give life to the rest. just like life is.

11:20pm 09-06-04 monday

queasy with the thought of. breathing makes me nauseous. when i think of all i might've been. life is like vomit. you have to cough it up if you ever want to feel good again.

i guess i just thought too hard. that was always a bother. but i just couldn't let myself be one of those people who blindly believed just what they'd told me.

the rainbows i chased, they'd always vanish before i could find the end. it could've been my fault. but i'm not looking for someone to blame. all i ever wanted was to touch them. didn't want the treasure. just the colors they would flaunt. just that ancient promise of something worth chasing.

long after the heart has given up the notion still lingers like smoke after the bar has closed. long after you've realized someone else has won, there's still that need to run.