Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 5, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-05-03 friday 8:48am brick NJ

so what if the rain just keeps on falling. at least they won't know when it's yours.

who cares if the darkness lies since the truth was never ours to being with.

so what if the bottle breaks in your hands in the middle of that toxic kiss. it's just a new way for your blood to mix with it.

i don't care if the rain just keeps on falling. i don't care how fetid life is.

opening hearts just like bottles. twist. the sound of pent up carbon rushing out. then drink. open mouth. flood of moisture spiked with angels' blood and demons' sweat. waves of solace bathing your tongue in the fires of heaven.

who cares if the bottle breaks. just one taste. then puddles on the ground. and shards under your skin. who cares if the bottle's broken. just one taste. that's all i ever wanted.

12-05-03 friday 10pm brick NJ

drifting snow never meant to hurt anyone. just that sometimes it happens. white blankets tried to make the world so pretty, but not always meant to be.

icicles where there once were leaves. snowmen now where once were flowerbeds. some people hate the winter. but i love it. some people fear it. so cold. so dark. so ominous. so many ways it has to take, but it never gives anything except more death. i respect that.

if i had only these last few words to write i'd want to say that though i've never won i don't feel cheated. i'd testify that life isn't a quotient. it can't be reconciled. and that i wish that those who have knew just how much. that instead of trying to retain they'd try to love. and those who don't could find something beside. or if not, then accept this for what is. nothing. no one really has. no one. they just blackmail and bargain. they just bathe in the mud of their insecurities and throw it. they just take from what is beautiful and give to the ugly. they possess. they threaten. they build their lives high on their jagged precipes. and i don't know if they're wrong or just that much smarter than. i don't know if they have found the only way to win or if they're just holding happiness hostage. and i don't think they're right, but i wouldn't mind being them. i don't think that anyone should. but i really can't blame them. who wouldn't if they could.