Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 18, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Friday November 18, 2005 11:25pm

the angle is soft in form. padded with the moments expended to gain only moments more. intrepid lips trembling with a triumph heavier than any defeat would've been.

frozen words melting underneath the cloak of patience are more forgiving now, but impossible to hold.

the mark is there. always remains. red dye running through a green leaf's fragile veins. every hue substantiated by the one that gives it contrast.

the hour abides while life gives its testimony. in cool raindrops the truth falls saturating arid hearts. though still nothing will grow there ever again, for the time being this thirst is quenched.