Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 15, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

12-15-04 wednesday 8:32pm

no shadow does define the difference between the edge and the decline. no angel's breath as in dreams to mark the temperature outside.

only echoes that still resonate in that canyons of love.

with a river that runs through it. way down below. steadfast artery constantly carving deeper the hole it's dug.

no sleep. only dreaming. restless movie reels spinning in your swollen mind.

no shadows. no highlights. to make that distinction between the surface and the drop.

only the sky like an empty page unending. waiting for you to write.

but asking you to stop.

12-15-04 10:14pm wednesday

lost in yourself as you are. defibrillating moments cough. beg for air.

don't know how it feels. how it might. was so long ago. the past not being something i tend to hold

no trauma. just forget. your terars not worthy of their sympathy. because you're not beautiful tho them.

so don't bother.

fall as you do. as you always have. the ground your savior. like every leaf without a branch.

down is all you have.