Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 5, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Saturday, November 05, 2005 10:07PM

alone. like wet sheets drying in the wind. shivering to the motion of the breeze. thoughts evaporating one molecule at a time.

memories lost in time's bleached insistance. it's all washed away and yet still i see it there though i know it isn't. just the reflection of my needs distorting reality again.

don't you know me. don't you ever wish you had. like i do sometimes. about you. that i tried so much, but you were an ether flesh couldn't ever hope to grasp.

not waking up. just sleeping with eyes open and sometimes closed. not dreaming. just allowing all those things that feign power in this life to imagine that they have it.

i wish i could say that i need you. but the truth is i want.

don't you ever want to taste that seduction again. how well it would abuse willing senses. time drowning quietly in the oceans pain created just for us.

alone. like songs muted. they scream, but no one can hear them.

we were always alone. weren't we. no matter how deep we thrust.

Saturday, November 05, 2005 11:03PM

turning hours like engines over. gasping for what is not to be found in swift cut keys. doused in that gasoline it's sparked with a pungent scent and an urgent reprieve. in letting go we are instantly found.

the darker shades of these colors we show. grinning with the belief that. as their colors slowily fade into waiting blank pages.

leaning into the soft circumference that life will wear. the cloak of hope flowing restless in the wind as the heart still pretends that it can fly.

falling never mattered. it didn't hurt at all. until you watched it happen.

could fall forever. and it wouldn't ever have to matter unless someone saw.

the gate's not locked, but you still must enter.

i am unable to listen. unable to wait. for what i know won't be given.

we can meet at the intersection of time and need. but we'll still end up wanting what we can't give to eachother.

not because we don't have it. but simply because you won't. whatever your reasons.

the snake will find its slither. the hour will find its minutes. but wherever we go there no more use than there's ever been to pursuing this.

i tasted it. but you wouldn't let me swalllow.