Dark Prose

MayaAngel (Mia?) sends in some more Dark Prose. This includes; Enjoy the Ride, and Questioning my Reality. TheDreamer writes, Poet or Not? Anonymous(faet55) writes, the Search.

mAyAaNgEl writes
Enjoy the Ride:
Inspiring moment this is not
I sit awaiting my mind to rot
Still wondering why I care
To benefit those who won’t dare
Troubled by many
They stand alone
Or slide and weave into that zone
That state ofmind where all is right
Their sanity has crept out of sight
The clock ticks down
To the final fate
Sitting in anticipation of that holy date
Where earth emotion and peace collide
Unfortunately we won’t be around
To enjoy the ride

mAyAaNgEl writes
Questioning my Reality:
I’m standing here before you
looking into your eyes
hope I’ll finally find some truth
to help me throught this life
I’m lying here beside you
enveloped in your arms
and the heat of your body
I’m frying here below you
torturing myslf day and night
know I could have done more
to help you see the light
I’m floating here above you
my wings have just grown in
hope one day you will visit me
and get to come in
I’m nothing here inside you
you never noticed I was alive
you ripped apart my insides
when you asked of my name
I’m rotting away inside of you
the numbness hits my limbs
I whisper as I fade away
and become nothing but a question
upon your lips

TheDreamer writes
Poet or Not?

I don’t regard myself as a poet, although I have been called that in the past. Even this was written as part of an e-mail to a friend and I had to adapt it just so it would at least look like a poem.

Castles Crumbling in the Acid Rain

The world shifts slightly to the left
And I fall through the cracks in a fading memory,
Beyond oblivion into alien skies.
I hear the slow turning of an old rusty machine come to an end
Birds wings flapping in painful slow motion.

I light a cigarette and I can almost smell the agony
Of the match as it is engulfed in fire.
With a gentle flick I expel the memory
Of an ancient quest of unparalleled proportions
When man had but a single light To carry him through the darkness.

How comfortable we have become
In the eternal glow of cheap electric lights

A million years of worldly pressure
Purchased on the corner of a street
To fuel the endless drone of running horses
Imprisoned by Mr Ford.

I rest my feet on a coffee table
Carved by silver, shiny blades
From a single piece of wood
That saw the arrival of my ancestors
On this wild, untamed land.

Blood on the sidewalk from a copper bullet
Propelled at 800 miles per hour
Through lead-filled air

I look at the gun
Strangely fascinated by the strength of my right hand
A slight squeeze is all it takes to take a life
That took nine months and two people to create.

I lean back
Take a slow calculated drag,
Before I loose mySELF
In forever changing plastic lives
Of animated polygons and imitated sound.

Before I realize the wonder of today
I am once again awoken
By the cock-a-doodle-doo of DJ Dan
5h45 says the sundial on my bedside table
Another day.

I hear the turning of an old rusty machine come to life
Birds wings flapping furiously
To keep up with the ever-changing pace of daily life
The world shifts slightly to the right and
I climb through the cracks in a lucid dream
Out of oblivion into all familiar skies.

Castles crumbling in acid rain
Falling from a sky filled with dark clouds of reality.

The rest of my writings are on my site, but you would have to look around to find something that resembles poetry. You be the judge … Do I call myself a poet and make a serious effort at restructuring my writing or do I just continue doing what I’m doing.

Anonymous (faet55) writes:
the Search
Over the piles of wood
and down through the valley
by the still lake
we run up the hill.

Down through the depths
we go to the cellar
the fire is alive
but still no answers.

Back through the forest
for the 100th time
all of us together
for just this moment.

Answers to questions
questions without words
the search still drives us
though now we might all be friends.

The moments that pass
that you never notice
the things that you have
you don’t know until you lose them.
faet55