Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 3, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

12-03-04 friday 5pm

don't know, but i'm learning.

falling so far. the farther you fall the more that you get to see.

i don't know. don't want to.

reposing softly into the thick cushion of solitude. only air all around me. falling. the farther i sink the safer i feel.

12-03-04 friday 8:32pm

surrender to. memory like a sunrise waking up the light in you.

surrender. dawn will find. your columbus heart looking to prove your life has another side.

8:32 - the hour confirms your location. but the minutes debate on whether or not it's permanent.

submit. let yourself be swallowed up in the change. light to darkness.

you're sure to see better then.

submit. your life to these verses. that they will still be you long after yourself you've forgotten.

surrender. 8:36.

naked as a tree without any leaves left on its branches. winter at its throat. the tender grass below helplessly exposed.

surrender. submit.

there's all your life to be yourself. for now, just be this.

friday 12-03-04 10:12pm

little girl. with your mortuary smile.

you've been waiting so long. but you're still not quite old enough to die.

little girl. with your ancient eyes.

you've been looking so long. but you're sitll not big enough to find.

what of that space i once took up. in your life. in your days as they would mount.

what of that space. is it empty now.

little boys in their constant quest to be men. even when they succeed someone's bound to be disappointed.

little boys with their swords made of good intent. flimsy blades at best.

don't defend me. don't protect. little girls need not heros from their little boys. only friends.

if you could be that generous.

12-03-04 friday 11pm

your merger is as you are willing. on the cusp of reason you look back and ask the dsescent's forgiveness. but it's too steep.

looking down again. as if you hadn't been here before. it treats you like a stranger. but you remember just what it feels like.

no need to. no desire. the clock counting like an overread bible. the word of god. or so wwe have been told. but what proof.

believing as you. under the shadow of your past.

it's farther than i care to venture.

leave me with a dream bereft. an iceberg in these oceans kept.

tomorrow not a factor, but a gift. and no one. no one here to give to it.