Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 2, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

12-02-04 thursday 10:05pm

favored first by one design. the colors dancing in your eyes.

tasting goodbye as it rises up into my throat. as if i couldn't digest what we'd become.

knowing how words can be. mistaken.

those not said more powerful than anything.

waiting as the waiting would become. hours tripping over themselves in the year's explosion.

it's not what i expected. because i expect nothing. still, hurt tends to find its way through even the smaller holes in our fences.

you made me feel like leftovers. a meal you had hoped not to see again.

and there it was on your plate.

you took the knife to the meat. because hunger compelled you.

but you didn't like the taste.

12-02-04 thursday 10:16pm

sober is as sober does. sun cutting your eyes as you're just first waking up.

we are what we love. not what loves us. or so a movie told me once.

the glitter on your chest is sparkle. not light.

hike your skirt up. expose those thighs. the clothes you wear are see through.

i was wrong. to think that we could be more than the secret we were. i was wrong to expect that such selfish pursuits could result in friendship.

stubborn is the heart that longs to know how it might feel. to be their universe instead of only a satellite.

there's a galaxy of stars if you just look up. only they're not really there at all. long gone before they've ever reached us.

there's a sky full of stars whose light has travelled so far to greet our eyes.

only they're dead before we ever know it. so much like us.

he asked me how i was. how i felt. i don't know if it was courtesy or real.

he said are you feeling suicidal.

i scoffed and said even if i was.

we turned the corner on midnight still laboring in our vices. we went to bed never really knowing had something occured or been averted.

it's just as well.

we don't need to understand eachother. we only need to be heard.