Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 15, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

10-15-04 friday 9:30am

over,
under,
below,
above.

nail me
to my heart
and crucify
my love.

10-15-04 9:06pm friday

tumbling down. into sorrow's grip. a rockslide of unhappiness. i am both the mountain and the climber. both the bottom and the summit.

falling now. no one to see. it's better that way. please don't try to rescue me.

tumbling. tight in gravity's fist. the force of gravity outside myself and also the force within

falling. for so long. such a slow process. first remembering myself and then learning to forget.

she's gone now. just a shadow fast approaching the earth. as impact nears that dark spot grows. almost like some hole is opening up to swallow whatever's left inside her after she breaks open.

10-15-04 10:34pm friday

memory tailgating your life. those harsh headlamps tend to blind. you think you're driving forward, but then you can't see very well. you could be going anywhere. you're only following the tailights of the car ahead. where exactly you're going, you can't really tell.

it's all gone. like everything is. eventually. there has to be that balance. some people must lose for othes to keep.

held me then. with a cautious grin. sure of your dominance. but not so sure of my submission.

now this is. the sky forgets as the clouds move in. every star negated. every dream dismissed.

all i know is that there is no one else that i could've been. born we are flowers. the color of the bloom already decided. it's only a matter of when. a matter of how. it will open. or if it will at all. because though it's natural, it still isn't easy to do though it was born to do just this. life changes all those plans. thwarts every intention. and all that we are left with is our ability or lack thereof to deal with the consequence.

nevermind me now. goodbye was quick and painless. i played stoic as i often do. never knowing then that it would be my last chance to. never realizing that goodbye was really the end.

i'd like to wish you well, but i can't seem to find such selflessness inside myself. i'd like to be able to wish you all the best. i guess i do. but i'd rahter not have to do it from this distance. i'd rather not have to wish this only because there's nothing else left for us to wish.