[QUOTE]you.. with your ankle sock ideals..
pushing a pen through cardboard hearts
and bleeding the ink from within them.
you lie for a lack of words.

my darling, I know your wings are dipped in organ ink, but won't you spread them long enough to write the sky. i would disregard my blessings to watch you take flight, drinking poison from pens to color your masterpiece. but alas, we've had our knees buried in quicksand so long, i forgot how to walk. northstar burning a hole into my mind's eye and i have to know your lips are white. show me how to see?

stripping paper from the walls and
panting.. how you yearn for needles.
pierce the backs of your hands
with an enraged tongue..
quick to defeat itself..
and your lack of moral pours like wax into the nearest ear..
burning on the inside but pleading for the conversation.

i find myself watching my mirror view of you from windowseat, just a snippet of the grand picture. the dragonflies swim, swallowing bubbles that float from your lips. the boy who dances with the moon goddesses, a brightly-lit god prodding your next creation.

a ripe head you have..
there.. on your shoulders.. attached to that
needle of a neck.
you run with your words like
an angel of mercy.. your eyes falling behind
the cement walls and melting into the dirt..
for the foulest smell rises from your wreck of a body..
causing everyone near you that cares
to asphyxiate on the rancid air and die at your feet..
and you're astounded at your own whim and charity
but so hurt when they pass.

from the highest boughs, i pick your most heavenly fruit, shaking on this step-ladder. watching your sun set through the limbs. salivating a cinematic peach majesty. holding onto snapping branches, i'm gonna fall, but looking up from the ground at you, my dear, i don't mind if I break, dazed.

sweet boy.. you sing a heavenly tune but
the hell within you is running down your brow..
licking at your eyelashes and burning your retina
with it's lips.
...
you claim to calm hurricanes with a deep heart..
but i see your stagnant calm and peer inside to find a
tornado of hope for nothing and angst..
bottled up with cheap lipstick and wine..
you call yourself a saint.

knight and shining armor. I caught myself gazing into your reflection in your own armor. ..and your fingers static-waves of energy as you raise my chin up to look you in the eye. surely, i am not worthy of such a gaze. penetrating. rendered me a smiling infidel, trembling ignorance in my bones swept under your rug, giggling a false importance. she doesn't mind, transfixed.

she does mind.. with insanity on her sleeve
she's your worst enemy.. a coward at your will.
but look further, doll.. watch the blood swirl
about in her head.. see the things that she won't let you see..
just like you won't let her in.
... ..
narcotics are expensive these days..
blow by blow and you think you're invincible.
pull the blankets over your eyes because you're not..
you shiver like a child in a lightning storm..
scared for your life.. but still safe at home..

boy.. you're terrified.
pull down your walls and step outside.
it's nice here.

the holes in your blanket conveniently placed for a peephole to the night. i'm painting, without you. leave your night-light on tonight. the monsters in your closet feed off the dark and your ashtray veins. stay smiling, boy. hope your own moon lights your face.

Dear misty

"boy.. you're terrified.
pull down your walls and step outside.
it's nice here.

the holes in your blanket conveniently placed for a peephole to the night. i'm painting, without you. leave your night-light on tonight. the monsters in your closet feed off the dark and your ashtray veins. stay smiling, boy. hope your own moon lights your face.'
iam rather elecrified with the flow
supani

This is simply amazing Misty, it really sucks you in and it's powerful! You never ever cease to amaze me with what you can do with a pen! The things you capture with you words, the emotions behind them, well done.