Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 20, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-20-05 tuesday 12am

strawbery head. blooming as the season closes. take your time. ripen. if you can. sweet enough. sweeter still.

august eyes looking in every direction. do you see. do you look for what watches. there is so much silence in that stare. i donlt know if i'll ever hear again.

it takes so long to know the pages haven't ink. or numbers. it's so long after that you realize you've been counting zeroes.

it should be easy to forget now that we've been forgotten. but it never is. the more you let them go the tighter they grab onto those fraying threads.

as every stitch promises to mend. but none ever do.

you lay under torn blankets waiting for the weather to change. but it won't.

09-20-05 11:20pm

the night sweats glass. in shards. bleeds through the skin. the inside pushing its way out one wound at a time.

life is chaos. as all those days stumble into the next.

i can't chase life like some star gazer believing in the fairy tales. looking up, the stars look down. that is all. light from a hundred years ago finally arriving. dead novas sending out their beacons of distres.

the night bleeds in intervals. careful and meticulous. marking every drop we spill. recording every moment of weakness.

flesh will not confront. need will not ask. everything is silent as the hour numbers its pages.

the beginning waivers like a desert oasis. promising a savior it can't give. while the end waits with eternal patience. for those that belong to pass through its gates.