Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 14, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

09-14-04 9:12pm tuesday

words are cold domain. as beautiful as the greatest poets have made them, they still only create stirrings. words are a hollow fortress to have to defend when silence begins firing its cannons.

words and pictures. a parched landscape for a life to live in.

words and images. two dimensional shadows of the life i've only glimpsed. they are my oldest friends, though they've failed me again and again.

peel the tomato. leach away its skin. find the soft red flesh in every person. words can point the way. pictures can remind. but to actually feel it requires the touch of a hand.

i'll only be one day older tomorrow than i am tonight. but they'll tell me it's more than that. they'll give gifts. send me flowers. take their photographs. and try to get a smile.

all things need markers. some way to indicate to the mind that things are changing. especially when they never seem to.

everyone seems to live inside their own little boxes. so sure what they perceive is how everyone does. doesn't anyone ever look outside themselves. doesn't anyone ever stand behind someone else and try to see what they do.

09-14-04 9:29pm tuesday

holding your breath doesn't do anything except teach your lungs to live on less. so don't hold it. inhale as deep as you can. take it all in.

flowers grow bueatiful when left alone. so don't cut them down and send them through the mail. flowers are so much more beautiful when left to their soil. don't sacrifice them trying to brighten a life that is colorless.

don't ask and i won't tell. don't lie and i won't question. pull a leaf from the tree and give it to the wind. offer it the freedom as people we'll knew know.

clothe your mind in the memory of. happiness's not such old dresses, but stilll tattered. they never really fit right anyway. they were only hand me downs.

i've lost enough to know it when it's happened again. i lost enough to not care too much when it does. i feel the punch. my eye is blackened. but i don't bother to try to cover it up. let it shine. what the fuck.