Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 27, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

thursday 10:29pm 10-27-05

the elementary traits of life do not vary much from person to person. there's hunger. there's pain. and there is a desire to quell them.

wings don't give flight. air does. words don't communicate. people do. in every way we speak, move or do nothing.

the flower doesn't bloom. the sunlight pries it open. just like people will to jaws clenched so tight and hearts too swollen.

there's nothing to know except what i do now. the past like a movie drifts out of vision. all the actors leave and the theater empties. there's nothing to remember except that moment when the voices stopped. people continued to speak, but i'd gone deaf.

every word a mirror reflecting back at me. broken, ugly and sharp.