cold - april 2001 - lorikittyjust as the rain stopsthe last drop fallsthe last piece breaksthe last dream wakesskidding downslowly coolingdripping off...the edgewish that were methat smallI feel that worthlessthough the significance is bolddoes pain take a form?what would it look like...the flat side of an iron?the inside of a soda can?perhaps it\'s something you smellthe choking dust, aimed to your face?the blood rushing through your noseor the stench of his green teeth?maybe it\'s just therethat little something that nagssays \"look at me!\" every chance it can
my fault - lorikittywith words versed so eloquentlychosen slowly, deliberatelythe syllables match the beatof that which was meant to breakthe response is quick, a knife"I'm sorry", the worn phraseas true as it feels,you never meant to, but you did.that which you feelwas brought on yourselfyou didn't think, you thoughtdidn't care, cared too muchkeep it up, you're doing greatif your purpose is heart-breakwhen you push the ball, it goeswhat it does all falls to yourepurcussions of pure emotionsituational feelings last a momentafter all that has passed,the memories don't make you smileit's my fault, all of thisI didn't mean.. of course I didn't.there's no use expecting forgivenessI understand now, the point of this
stuff - lorikittyyour warm circlepressed close to minemeshing together, andfeeling like one worldthis is where I thrivewhere I want to existwishing to never leavetil morning, you and Iso sweet to feel your breathdewy against my neckyour graceful being languidhair falling into eyesI wish I could show youthat which I see, whenyou, wrapped in my arms,slumber against me-a ballad, a song,I feel as though we're one-nothing could sufficeyou and I, when we're alone-to describe youI love when we're holding-words will never be enougharms and legs and love.can I keep you?I won't run if you want me...even just this momentthis space, this time.
Seras Love - Part 2There were still two days left in this week, Sera kept telling herself.Plenty of time to find her true love.So far, she'd spent most of her time at the club trying to keep awayfrom that idiot.She'd learned his name during an odd occurence, an almost charming one,except she hadn't enjoyed being covered in various condiments.She'd been standing at the condiment-counter, squirting ketchup andmustard on her chicken-burger, when a small flurry of skin came straightfor her, then what seemed through her as she was knocked to the floor.Her shirt had been covered in various primary colors, she recalled,and it had taken almost four hours of soaking to get all of them out.She saw the idiot race by her, barely glancing at her as he ran afterthe little bundle of joy, screaming almost happily, "Stop it, Travis,you're going to hurt someone!"At those words she had tilted her chin back to glare her sharpestdaggers at the idiot's back. Evil, she thought, pure evil!"Make me! Make me!" Tra
alone - lorikittythe story's oldyou've heard beforesurrounded by othersyet so hurt and alonethey all ignoreas they hug and patthey smile understandinglyas they stare blindlythey feel for youwhat you don't feelthe frustration ebbedused to this by nowthere's nowhere else to gosome small comfort in othersit is as they say,much better than nothingwhat is wanted most,can only be held for a timesomeday, somehowthere will be one, andyou will not be alone.
separatedtogether - unfinishednot what you'd expectturn one way,I'll go the otherwill we meet again?who knows.sometimes I'll followother times I'll leadsay one thing, butdoesn't mean I mean itdoesn't mean it's truewill I ever be open?will you ever see me?I want to show, to shareyou need to see, to knowwill you betray me?some parts are easythe I, the love, the you.other parts are hard.I find things hard to believe.what do you mean, you love me?if my response is slowdon't go away...don't stop.I can't show how I feelI don't know how, don't know why.whatever you do, please don't stop.the harder I pushthe more I mean to pullI'm just scared herewill I hurt you?will you hurt me?it's in you, I put my trustthe key is there, to hold.it's hidden where you can seeis it too heavy? is it too light?I can trust you, if you find it.a sea of lies, the bed I made.each edge sharper than any naileach discovery disappearingeach part of me, I am not.you will never know me.