Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 26, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-26-05 monday 10:38pm

words on the tongue. shadows on the cheek. patient as they wait for us to find them. believe.

words on the tongue. the diving board of our hearts. the surface shimmering below them with depths unmeasured.

shadows on the cheek. with vision rendered as closing eyes open again. to at last acknowledge what they've always seen.

drier than ever as the trauma reveals itself to be false.

nails on skin. skating like blades. leaving their trails in. traverse me. each valley, peak and plateau. as if this terrain is altered somehow by those who walk upon it. not just touched on the surface. but shifted from within.

light in eyes. sifting the darkness. to finer grains. with a purpose to see the smallest. reflecting what it's bathed in. dirty pools. there is nothing clean in life. nothing pure. nothing real. except perception. memory as it selects what passages it shall keep. and the ones which must be censored because you're already weak enough.

pauses in the marathon. i have no finish line. only blistered feet and scalding lungs. there is no race. no win. only the run. the sweat of your palms. the collapse in your knees when you can't go on.