Dark Poetry Prose Poetry November 21, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

11-21-03 friday 9pm brick NJ

lives like empty bottles stand. all the goodness sucked from them. and worn off much too fast. cupcake hearts with their icing so sweet. put a candle in the center and make a wish. close your eyes and for a second believe in the magic.

hours at the keyboard leave me with only memories of how. excited flesh and rapid pulses. we never knew what we wanted, but we always seemed to know what the other did. but now, that's all better left to stain the pages of could've beens. never were's and almost is's.

i just wonder why life is so unkind. or if it isn't really at all. that we are at fault. i just think when i do. that life isn't the culprit. people are. that life just is. and we're the ones who make it hurt. life isn't cruel people are. love isn't to blame for broken hearts. people are.

goodbyes like empty bottles collect rapidly when the night descends. swallow deep the emptiness they infect. then go to sleep. find them there in the morning. all full of the empty i have kept. all full of the nothing this has meant.

friends will be as friends must. wondering and not quite love. friends will choose as they do. as i must accept. soft piano hearts strike their sharper keys. slow bass drum lives keep their rhythm so steady.

and i can't and i won't. and you have, but i still don't. haven't. and you ask, but don't like the answer. and you declare as if i wasn't already thinking.

goodbyes come in so many shapes and sizes. a rainbow of colors to confuse the eyes. goodbyes can go on indefinitely. an endless reverb of all the things you wish could've been. like these tired verses that don't know when to end. like this person caught here in this flesh. breathing over and over and over again. not meaning to. it just keeps happening. not looking for, but always finding a reason to hurt again. trying to be careful, but falling again. not meaning to, but still wanting you nevertheless.

and dreams they have different eyes. they see so differently. alive with color and passion. more real than anything these bones can be. i want to go, but i can't. i should. i will when the dream has ended. so wake me up. wake me up from this dream before i believe it's real.