Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 5, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:03pm 10-05-04 tuesday

don't disturb the folds as you move. as you breathe. don't upset the balance between. your fortune and your fortunate. like stitches to the hem.

lie and truth partnering for the ultimate crime. killer and victim lost in a dance that is timeless. everyday. every subtle brush against. adds a little more friction to the engine.

i used to be the echo. a remnant of the words they'd spoken. the ghost of of lie. loneliness's invisible cousin. always remembering while i was forgotten.

but now i am the canyon. what gives the echo, but holds nothing. now i am the canyon. empty enough to let everything they put into me go.

don't count the days between. count how many there used to be. and you'll find only sparrows with broken wings. and hurricanes without any eyes.

fasten your heart to the nearest bus. and see where it goes. strap your soul to the back of a nearby train and see what the railway knows.

deeper than i thought you could. easier than i thought i was. i'd walked under the moon so long that i was lost when i saw the sun.

10-05-04 tuesday 9:36pm

the silence grows like hedges around my house. dampens. filters the world out.

you were passionate poetry. an epic. but that's all. nothing more than some part of my imagination infected.

i was your detour. the long way back home. just different pavement. nothing more.

i was not broken. by you or anyone. i've just always been defective.

cannot love how they do. cannot understand. such selfish acts.

i can't let go. nor can i hold on. caught between the pantheons i echo. a spirit damend.

listen. listen to yourself then. empty harbors. dark ferries slow. maybe you don't remember, but i imagine you must know.

there is no hour strong enough. no captain for this ship. there is the only the ocean all around. and the horizon chewing on the sun.

10:30pm 10-05-04 tuesday

i'm asking you to tell me me why this is where we are. cuz i'm in need of a reason. a center at which to cross my heart.

i'm asking you to explain why this is all we're left with. because all i ever did was try to better you and this is hardly recompense.

i'm asking you for a flower. a few petals to count off. why you did. why you're not now. i don't need to know, but i deserve it. you don't owe me anything, but you sure took all my gifts.

i could've hated you so many times, but i chose not. i had every opportunity to make you the villain, but i ddin't. because i guess some part of me believed you. but i'm over it.

the amethyst isn't purple anymore. the silver's tarnsihed. you had everything anyone could want and you just had to have a little more. that's how people are i guess. you had all you needed, but it wasn't enough.

people are. hearts expect. you gave and gave and gave until i couldn't stand it. and then you took all away. like it had never happened. it's not something i care to understand. i'd rather just forget.