Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 13, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10:36pm 10-13-05 thursday

just because nothing is said doesn't mean i didn't hear. turn the orchid inside out and swallow the stamen. never to know. to feel if tomorrow would've been.

just the itch in your trousers when it's been too long since. just the bottle in your heart empty now. too sober to love anything or anyone. too drunk to give a shit.

don't know them in their tulle and vermillion. don't want to anymore. cut the thought into squares like images pixelated. dots of time all disconnected. my life has amnesia, but my heart still remembers.

10:51pm thursday 10-13-05

the silence gives. like soft dough waiting to be kneaded. turn it into itself.

smiles peppered with goodbye. as if they ever were. there. touch without grasp. apparitions that would appear to eyes that needed. but nothing hold could have.

soft, putty daydreams hardening in the sun. smooth lines cracking as the shape sets in.

it only lasts as long as the lie is thick. through all those bandages you place upon, still life slits your wrists.

maybe they're gone. or maybe they never were there. yourself moving in whispers. so no one hears your footsteps.

i kicked and ran and dug. but still that sand stayed just where it was.

i've climbed with the sun's rise and i've sunken with its set. but still the day remained the same. and the night as well.

pages. so many pages all with the same damn words on them.

not that i wanted to change, but i always assumed it would. like everything did until that moment. until that moment when. i knew i'd reached the top. and down was all i had left.