Monday, January 17, 2011

Percolate


its not that pictures say more. they just say something else. like;

true love is size 40,


or, sometimes the only way to shut me up is to kiss me.



or, that everyone believed in magic,



or, i want you,



or, doe eyed charms earn biscuits,



or, i'll cushion your fall, somehow,



or, the river that wept through my head, tore his heart to pieces.



thing is, i may chose my form,
but i will always have so much more i need to say.

3 comments:

Vikthegreat said...

Beautiful stuff, Natasha!

You're really working that fancy new camera of yours!

:-)

sheriffshooter said...

poets are said to be closet occultists, and these writings are like scraps of clothing that peep out at a world ignorant of their meaning.

Anonymous said...

this is so awesome... :D