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Saturday, March 31, 2007
family portrait,
picture perfect -
smiling faces,
naughty grins.

a performance,
a masquerade
of shining faces
and plastic masks.

take those away ...take those away ...

the pain, the hurt,
the effort of building up the present.

the past, the past,
like paint splashed upon; they last.

draw another black line,
throw on another colour.
add in some flavour,
couple with spices.

exotic, unique, one of a kind.

yet, the unspoken faces were torn apart.

and all because one.
just one stupidity.
just one mistake.
just one's stubbornness,










and nothing is the same, again

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-; little lotte } @ 11:57 PM
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the superficial world.

family portrait,
picture perfect -
smiling faces,
naughty grins.

a performance,
a masquerade
of shining faces
and plastic masks.

take those away ...take those away ...

the pain, the hurt,
the effort of building up the present.

the past, the past,
like paint splashed upon; they last.

draw another black line,
throw on another colour.
add in some flavour,
couple with spices.

exotic, unique, one of a kind.

yet, the unspoken faces were torn apart.

and all because one.
just one stupidity.
just one mistake.
just one's stubbornness,










and nothing is the same, again

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-; little lotte } @ 11:57 PM
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the superficial world.

Thursday, March 22, 2007
.title.less.me.

In my dreams, I was running.

In my dreams, I was being pursued.

In my dreams, I was hiding.

And I couldn’t tell from who.

The pocket of spaces, they are too dark.

My eyes, they couldn’t see beyond.

My fingers were cold and trembled

At the icy caress of nothingness.

In my dreams, the air was thick,

Thick with the smell of fear and dark.

In my dreams, the air was thick,

And it was suffocating to breathe.

But round the corner I came to find

The someone whose face I recognized.

The face of someone so familiar and true,

And I realize the face was no one but you…

You were someone I thought I knew.

You were someone I thought I understood.

But in the mirror, I couldn’t find, I couldn’t see,

The familiar reflection I call me.

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-; little lotte } @ 3:28 PM
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the superficial world.

.title.less.me.

In my dreams, I was running.

In my dreams, I was being pursued.

In my dreams, I was hiding.

And I couldn’t tell from who.

The pocket of spaces, they are too dark.

My eyes, they couldn’t see beyond.

My fingers were cold and trembled

At the icy caress of nothingness.

In my dreams, the air was thick,

Thick with the smell of fear and dark.

In my dreams, the air was thick,

And it was suffocating to breathe.

But round the corner I came to find

The someone whose face I recognized.

The face of someone so familiar and true,

And I realize the face was no one but you…

You were someone I thought I knew.

You were someone I thought I understood.

But in the mirror, I couldn’t find, I couldn’t see,

The familiar reflection I call me.

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-; little lotte } @ 3:28 PM
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the superficial world.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007
.pink.
it's pink, he says.

yes. pink. she replies.
and soft, with white.
but, pink.

she is beautiful.

yes. beautiful.
and she looks just like you.
with that little smile,
and that squashed cheek.
wrinkled and wet, when she first comes.
but beautiful.

that little tuff...

that splash of black.
against her skin.

her bald skin.
like the smooth egg.

so soft, so pretty.
so pink.

yes pink.
beautifully pink, she says.

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-; little lotte } @ 4:33 PM
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the superficial world.

.pink.
it's pink, he says.

yes. pink. she replies.
and soft, with white.
but, pink.

she is beautiful.

yes. beautiful.
and she looks just like you.
with that little smile,
and that squashed cheek.
wrinkled and wet, when she first comes.
but beautiful.

that little tuff...

that splash of black.
against her skin.

her bald skin.
like the smooth egg.

so soft, so pretty.
so pink.

yes pink.
beautifully pink, she says.

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-; little lotte } @ 4:33 PM
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the superficial world.

.untitled.
I will not cry.
I will not shed a tear.
No physical contact between us no more.
Only a sad smile -
A shadow of what can be and what had been lost.
A shadow of all the dreams we could have built -
But they are all lost now.
And what we had shared previously
Was nothing more than a saga of lost dreams.

Yet I still yearn for your touch,
Them kisses and your strong hug.
That same hug that gave me the strength and the courage.
That same hug that lifted me up and placed me on the pedastal.
But for now, I will only watch from a distance.
For now I'll be happy for your happiness,
As I remember, and re-live you in my memory
Silently, I will whisper my love for you.

** wrote this many months back. by no means is this a record of what i feel now **

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-; little lotte } @ 4:42 AM
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the superficial world.

.untitled.
I will not cry.
I will not shed a tear.
No physical contact between us no more.
Only a sad smile -
A shadow of what can be and what had been lost.
A shadow of all the dreams we could have built -
But they are all lost now.
And what we had shared previously
Was nothing more than a saga of lost dreams.

Yet I still yearn for your touch,
Them kisses and your strong hug.
That same hug that gave me the strength and the courage.
That same hug that lifted me up and placed me on the pedastal.
But for now, I will only watch from a distance.
For now I'll be happy for your happiness,
As I remember, and re-live you in my memory
Silently, I will whisper my love for you.

** wrote this many months back. by no means is this a record of what i feel now **

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-; little lotte } @ 4:42 AM
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the superficial world.

Sunday, March 18, 2007
.veins.
thoughts and ideas in my head,
swimming and flowing through.
eyes wide shut, my mighty pen
press upon the plain white face.
the tip of the mighty scratches a line,
then another joins and forms;
a heavy stroke of wiggly swirl,
painting small scribbles of a picture.
the voice in the head forms the words,
and within the veins cruising and flow,
like blood, the words seep through and forms...
a permanent stain upon the white,
these thought left behind a mark.
once written out - only an empty shell
and i know, you'll use my words however you want.

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-; little lotte } @ 2:42 PM
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the superficial world.

.veins.
thoughts and ideas in my head,
swimming and flowing through.
eyes wide shut, my mighty pen
press upon the plain white face.
the tip of the mighty scratches a line,
then another joins and forms;
a heavy stroke of wiggly swirl,
painting small scribbles of a picture.
the voice in the head forms the words,
and within the veins cruising and flow,
like blood, the words seep through and forms...
a permanent stain upon the white,
these thought left behind a mark.
once written out - only an empty shell
and i know, you'll use my words however you want.

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-; little lotte } @ 2:42 PM
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the superficial world.

.innocent.lost.

***

images swirl;
(they don't stop)

casting their shadows.
(to and fro)

lights dim -
(they are never bright;)

the dreamscapes,
(they stretch on.)

they seep, overtime
creeping,
silent,
etched in memories...

before falling away,
before melting into dust...

a child's smile,
lost -

never to be found,
never to be heard again,
now time has past
and she has grown...

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-; little lotte } @ 1:11 PM
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the superficial world.

.innocent.lost.

***

images swirl;
(they don't stop)

casting their shadows.
(to and fro)

lights dim -
(they are never bright;)

the dreamscapes,
(they stretch on.)

they seep, overtime
creeping,
silent,
etched in memories...

before falling away,
before melting into dust...

a child's smile,
lost -

never to be found,
never to be heard again,
now time has past
and she has grown...

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-; little lotte } @ 1:11 PM
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the superficial world.

Saturday, March 17, 2007
.revival.
i've finally decided to revive this blog. with effect from today, this will be my harvest.


-; little lotte } @ 6:49 PM
1 comments

the superficial world.

.revival.
i've finally decided to revive this blog. with effect from today, this will be my harvest.


-; little lotte } @ 6:49 PM
1 comments

the superficial world.

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