Dark Poetry Prose Poetry 9-91 Dark Poetic Prose

Check out these old writings that go as far back as January 1989, when i was only four months into my 14th year and a mere freshman in high school.

They are sadly funny. as much for the undeveloped writing skills they display as they are for the melancholy they were trying to explain.

9-22-91 (Senoir in high school, just turned 17)

the man in the box
says no more tears,
the man in my head
screams no more fears,
someone's waiting for me
over on the other side,
someone's calling for me -
i swear i haven't cried;
the man in the tv
tells me no more beers,
the man in the cd
sells me no more years -
i see him hiding there
waiting for me,
i see him looking at me -
i can feel his cold stare;
the man in my heart
sings me no more songs,
the man in my head
seems he'll never be gone;
i can't see him anywhere,
but still i can feel him -
feel him waiting there -
waiting for me...

the man in the box
whispers no more tears,
the man in the corner,
his footsteps are so near,
he's coming to wipe away
the tears he said must end,
he's getting closer now,
it's the man in my head again -
the voice is screaming
no more tears my precious one,
no more tears my little darling,
the man in the box has come,
he has come to take me away
to where i'll never be found,
the man he's taken me -
no more tears - not even a sound;
so softly he touches me -
don't let that teardrop fall,
his breath rolls over me -
never a sound at all;
whispers in the darkness,
no more tears my little baby,
no more tears anymore -
the man in the dark has got me...

the man in the dark
has gotten me,
the man in the dark
no one else can see,
the man - the man -
i'm in his grasp now -
the man - the man -
he knows just how
to bring the tears
and then wash them all away...

one by one he takes them -
no more tears today.