pink-anthony

With trembling fingers I grasp the pen, Writing a frantic whispered sentence. My writer's block subsides again, And so this "poem" hopefully lengthens. Corresponding words to my Raw emotion, poured out on The ivory of the page 'til I Can't think of more and all is gone. Cascading lines form from where the ink ebbed out in fluid motions. Black liquid turns from crimson to pink and in my head i get dark notions. Frightening, isn't it, Danny? That my tightened tormented breaths Would ever mean something to you? Perhaps it is a sleazy test, But I believe it's overdue. I hope the darkness in your heart Will clash against the pain in mine, And s