So i choose to write with water, brinked, pure and tasteless fill me a little bit colour me with your dusky aroma, breathless a green dot on th' messanger, shows me ur there stilled But u neva touch - touch, my dot again this space wont ever get filled.. to switch the ways i count again plus nine one.. and a ting-ta-ding in ur hands they will be then those words that i wanted to sing. there are sooo many roads that lead to soo soo many connects there are But some how we never reconnect althought we are just a click afar... these groups of balck dots ..say pix-cell they ca'nt keep what i really have for u Its an entire ecology, a living breathing thing so real & so true.. So i choose to write with water, brinked, pure and tasteless fill me a little bit colour me with your dusky aroma, breathless
As promised Iam back with some observation on this piece. I liked it for sure, nice blend of anxiety and rememberance. Just wanted to understand your understanding of first para.
I dont knw...as a matter of fact i dont really remember y i worte this...this ws some late night thing so cant explain... And Mr walk alone ur languge is soooo official sort of as if ur comment is an official mail......................i hate corporate culture!!!
@ Monica ... no offence. This is how I comment, so bear with me. though I will try to be lil "un-offcial" .. is that ok chica.
yes it has fuel leak but it not just water draining out bottom you ca see water and oil seperate and there no seperating happening here aye.will c how it goes after oil change,hope it was just a oncer.
So i choose to write with water, brinked, pure and tasteless fill me a little bit colour me with your dusky aroma, breathless They say that the beginning and the end should be perfect, and so it is. You shape it up well, but still leave it vague for interpretation. That is cute, but leaves me baffled. Some parts are hard to interpret. I think you're talking about the internet.. as the 'ecology' living and breathing. But im really not sure.. Could you give me an idea?
ok i think ur under age- so for u i would explain. Background: in modern world ppl r connected through soo many ways, we all r just a click afar but still ppl r lonley. Theme: human relationships have soo many elements that to express wht you hold for some one is not possible through just any media. No matter how many connects we have we still need to meet the people in flesh and blood... caress and love.. believe the dove.
Underage indeed. Well, internet, that was a close guess then. Phew, i think i know what you meant at the first read even if it was a bit cloudy. Thank you for the explanation; it is always good to know that im not that thick with poetry. Keep writing.