Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 8, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

wednesday 12-08-04 9:449pm

paint her bright in pigments of your desire. slow saboteurs in your fingertips as the lines shoot through your pen.

paint fast. relentless.

garden stars that grow like roses. as you deposit each tiny seed into its trench. burying the dead to coax them into living again.

dip those strawberry words into your chocolate heart. tempt them. be dark.

what once. no more.

frail pastries inside thick baking tins. fallen.

too ugly now. no matter how sweet might they have been.

11pm 12-08-04 wednesday

when does the killing stop?

with blood on your hand you raise it. in victory. as if you've won.

color your skin. color it in. as if that really matters when the outline is so thin.

my country. my freedom or so we've been led to believe.

but i won't follow.

tomorrow isn't coming. yesterday keeps puling us further back.

hating everyone that's different because we don't know who to blame for this.

i'll tell you who. blame god. blame religion. and the people who propagate it.

just lies. meant to keep you in your place. just another way of controlling people.