May 8th, 2006
Tickle my fancy
Tickle my fancy,
Out of touch so long…
my fancies have been fading
Worthlessly floating
Resting in a stagnant pool
Here I come, coming home
Visit my secret garden…
Where
fancy floating freely…
and a myriad hopes
throw the net of despair
over the sky
whatever it may be though,
it’s restful.
-Talia
Baba says:
I met her
when she was a little girl
halfways and sideways
pushing at words, they tumble and reveal themselves
they come painful and with sadist pleasures
keep writing
as kunal says
they are the two most beautuful words
keep writing
May 9th, 2006 at 07:50 am
Baba says:
ill meet you soon
in the midst of some forgotten word
4 letters and a secret garden upstairs
grape wine and ciggarrates
our words and our emptiness
only loneliness attracts its belivers
we will kneel somewhere
love
Ali
May 9th, 2006 at 08:04 am