sometimes the dream of you is better than the realities of Isometimes memories can be burdensyou can't lose as much as you trysometimes an escape is enticingalmost a necessity of survivalsometimes forgetting the identityis the only way to life's revival
Not very good at commenting on poetry, but that bit about feelings being faucets brought to mind that silly faucets ad.
crowley: I KNOW. The ads are horrendous! Ha ha funny you thought of them!
That ad was the first thing that came to my mind. It's funny in its own, 11-yr old way, but I like that groom in the ad: "Shit. Wife's bratty brother *swipe*...On with the tears"
ah, that poetry was neat. do visit sanjuayyar.blogspot.com and check out some of my posts. and do leave a comment for sure.
ifs and buts... aah
I wish they were and I wish I could... but I'm glad this is just your wonderful poetry. :-)
Reminds me of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Beautifully put.
wow.memories..disease...pill good one
crowley: hoo ha ha vesper: Ya its like wishful thinking...managing to switch off feelings at your will :Psanjuayyar: Ya definitely will vsit you blog AND post a gazillion comments. Gaahpiper: reminds of that movie... good thing? bad thing? I would say good (I liked the film quite a bit and for once Jim Carrey looked pretty good). aqua: Hadd of making it brief.... memory disease pill :P
i have a feeling i have heard this before.you must have written something like this.AND. busy already?:P
ohh.. u just wait for the cybermen... all your bases are belongs to us. there can be no escape :)