Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 10, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-10-05 4:25pm monday

if in judgement we should become ourselves the defendant, plead neither guilty nor innocent. instead remain silent. knowing that words make no difference.

if in the long run those temporary solutions should become permanent, follow not that empty path that is the temptation to give in. because once you do, it's nearly impossible to get out from under the weight of the emptiness.

leave no heart sorer in your exit. slip away slowly. one night at a time. leave no markers or footprints for them to follow should they hope to find.

if the color of their lips changes as they speak to you, let them clash, but only for a moment. rage is the wail of the broken heart. the victim of this crime that living is.

if they turn their backs, don't go after. turn yours as well. stand and look at where you've each been. both alone and together. search that intersection of the collision for clues as to why in the wreckage. but you'll find nothing but your own regrets.

10-10-05 monday 10:56pm

the river rushes her forward. though she knows not to where. flowing down her throat and filling her head with magic potions. all happiness not false. all her life not wasted. or even if she must know these things, their weight is lifted. and she can sit up in her chair. look at the screen and not hate all those words she vomits onto it.

a roadmap to her self-destruction. she draws it. one word at a time. one puff on a cigarette. one sip on an endless bottle of beer. one more night spent alone in darkness self-perpetuating.

the river, every one. always leads to an ocean. where it doesn't matter if you can swim. it's something so deep that you can only be rescued from it.

but life presevers aside. and all those fantasies of salvation. the truth is, she doesn't want to float. doesn't want to tread.

there is a reason she has drifted this far out. there is a reason she's become this island. because this is exactly what she wanted.