Septembers make me cry.

Because I don't want you to cry. I'll be okay. I have to.

Come on, my beautiful girl...
by Cate V, August 2006

You'll never be blamed
If you take the knife
Upon the lives of your
Kindred.

You're loath to be of their blood
So 'tis Meaningless to beg for
Love so miserably dished out.
Who can sound a natural
Guiltiness about
You,
My overtly beautiful angel of
Blood?

Thus with reason cease with reason fetter;
Thou art not a summer's
Day beautiful,
but a hot Arabian night
Exotic, full of
Wild dances under the Devil's
Wings,
And under the night sun.

There you, my fair
One,
Should but dance away
And be blamed not,
Though your heart be filled
With sulphurous wrath.
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One-man Show
by Cate V, 30 Aug 2006

I watched a one-man show
Today,
Paid for no ticket,
but rather offered a complimentary
Front row seat upon
where I could
Catch a whiff of the
Girl-actor's
Powdered essence.

So what shall I,
Lone stranger,
Say upon the eyes
of a girl?
A woman
Nurtured and bred by rain,
Toughened by lighting flashes
Weakened by soft drops
Trickling down her
Emerald green skirt
Not reaching her
bloodied knees.

She and I, stood side by
side, Watching the sky rain itself to bits,
To watch heavenly grief:
While mortal pain itself gashed, wounds
Lashed opem,
Wedged a pool between us.
Never once did I attempt to speak,
and neither did she.
All she and I did was
To watch mortal
Creatures take away their
treasures from the
Trusted bloodsucking
Safe-deposit box,
and delighted with their find, went home
to spicy dinners and
Foolish wine.

Then out of the sudden blue,
the girl-actor life
My side, and
went where she belonged,
but why, I disappeared into
the rain, I don't know why.