Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 28, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:37pm tuesday 9-28-04

the decision is. it made its footprints while our hearts were still wet, but now it's hardened.

you can lick it like a lollipop. try to make it last longer, but it's disappearing nevertheless.

it's our choice. always has been. love ourselves. love them. love anyone we pick. but what they forget to remind us about is that everyone else has that same decision. that spitfire of conflict. and you can't imagine. no matter how much you love them. you can't begin to imagine who you are to them.

and just the same, they'll never understand what to you they've meant.

there simply aren't enough words. isn't enough chance. the more i struggle to master this language the more i feel crippled by it.

the more challenges i overcome the more i resent my own success.

10:24pm 9-28-04 tuesday

i'm just a person. that's all i am. bigger. smaller. older. younger. doesn't really matter.

i'm just myself. all i've ever been. fluctuating as we all do on the temptations of something better.

thinking. arrogantly thinking change is within our power.

and trying to save face after it's proves itself stronger.

i'm just what you saw. who you met. maybe you didn't like. maybe you were disinterested. but i spoke what i felt as best i could and i wrote the rest. don't deny my shortcomings. i'm quite aware of them.

i'm just a person. strip away the hair. the eyes. the gender. we all are. someone's children. someone's parents. mommies an daddies. sisters and brothers. consultants and clients.

even if you've never had a child, you've been one. even if you've never been a parent, you've had them. even if you've never had a job, you've worked. worked from the moment that you were born.

i'm just a person. a person like all the rest. a little quieter perhaps. a little shyer than the average.

we're all people. all of us. as long as we're alive. we all struggle to say certain things even if some struggle more than the rest.

you can cry loudly or you can weep silent. it's still crying in the end. you can succeed or you can fail. but we all face the same challenge.

we're people. not poets. not artists. not wives. husbands. fathers. children. we're people. as strong as we are weak. as brilliant as wer are ignorant. we're people. mortal. doomed to die, yet destined to live.