Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 22, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

12-22-05 thursday 10:47pm

stern lines against soft words. alone is not what i seek. in clouds so thick their rain is never released. it's become my shadow. i am hunted by it. there is no place i can go that it won't follow.

just open this book to the last page and spit your name upon it. altering what is not yours to change. leaving me searching for what lines have been disfigured. yet pwoerless to restore.

it's just goodbye. that's all it's ever been. so shouldn't it be easier by now to reconcile. these half deflated balloons with their pins still sticking out of them.

it's just the memory. how it counters every lunge toward independence. as if life could stand on its own. this solitairy. and still be lived.

i'll take those tests. every one. and pass them all, but only begrudgingly. do flowers not bloom naturally anymore? or must all be torn?

until every seed has fallen. and every petal been molested. that the bud were not born to bloom, but instead to seek a reason that it should.

and upon not finding one, slither down back into that soil and begin growing itself again.