Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 10, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

9:59pm 12-10-04 friday

seasons gone. rivers flow to their oceans and are lost again.

friends. lovers. like tributaries of the soul. flow in to replenish. then move out again. returning to their origins.

there is a flow to all of this. this euphoria. and this sadness. it moves like salt water over hungry riverbeds. quenching. and always drawn towards open spaces.

not to be lost in. but to feed on and be fed on by them.

the mutual exchange of motion. the universal sharing of resources that makes continuing possible.

no more seen. just a whisper in your memory. no more. i think back, but as tempting as it is, i'd only be writing in invisible ink.

i was hard on you. i know this. but no harder than i'd be on anyone. or myself. be it wrong or right. i expect. and i need it to be that important. or else it just isn't worth it.

just a canary in a small cage whose song has grown tiresome. yellow feathers shine even in the darkness. but flight is something they've never known. only songs you relunctantly sing.

offer me a melody and i will try to hum along. but i don't see how much it could matter when no one hears my song.

12-10-04 friday 10:20pm

words stumble. i am not moved.

heart wets its pants.

all around it the other children laugh.

i try to. motivated by perpetuity. and the keen blade of hope that often slices through those same wrists it's trying to reelase from their ropes.

time sprints. covering miles in the time it takes me to account for minutes.

the soul vomits. spits up everything you've tried to feed it with.

can't undo those mistakes. can only clean up best you can the mess they've made.

missed by only a sliver of a fingernail. in the time it took to amputate that growth you could've colored it in. or at the very least let them see that all your habits are not the sum of your whole.

every word takes me further from. forgetting myself. forgetting everyone.

i don't want to, but the connecton's gone.

12-10-04 11pm friday

teach me. that i am willing.
learn me. that i can be.
tomorrow's not ours to keep.
but it could be ours for the taking.
one look. to know for certain.
that's all it takes.