juxtapose

Title: Standing
Author: juxtapose
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Illyria, Spike/Buffy
Summary: Takes place after both the Buffy and Angel finales. Spike finally takes up the courage to start moving toward his future---and determining whether or not a certain Slayer will be apart of it. Oneshot
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. This was written for entertainment purposes only.
( He stood, staring at his worn out shoes... )

Title: The Song of Death
Author: juxtapose
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Paul Sanders (OC), Spike/Drusilla
Summary: Drusilla wants a pet bird to sing to her. She and Spike take a trip to Sunnydale Pets Plus.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. It belongs to Joss Whedon.

( It was early October )

"The Machinery Man"

There goes the old Machinery Man
in his uniform; tattered, stained brown
His gaze is fixed on the road ahead
as his mouth wears a small, intent frown

My memories of whistling Machinery Man
are recalled through the eyes of a child
as he'd show me and teach me and fix and build
with a shine in his eyes, sweet and wild

He would mend and restore and sort everything
from furniture to broken hearts
And one trusted things fixed by Machinery Man
would never again fall apart.

In the chest of my youth-hood, I can still feel
he and I, him and me, hand in hand.
For the Machinery Man, so dear to me,
brings me memories, cheerful and grand.

Though he now walks with a choppy limp,
though the glimmer in his eyes is dim,
I will always remember Machinery Man;
talking, laughing, and learning with him.

------for my grandfather

Title: Moonlit Conversations (One-shot)
Author: juxtapose
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Buffy's thoughts as Spike is holding her during 7x20 "Touched", as well as a lost conversation between the two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. It belongs to Joss Whedon.

( Buffy Summers had given up. )

"Catch Me"

Catch me, please; I'm falling
with every word you speak.
Reach to me a bit further,
for I have gone too deep
into the black abyss.
Remember bliss?
A decomposing dream.

Catch me, darling, dearest...
before I melt away.
Must your hand be so far from mine?
I beg for you to stay.
Your life is pages still unread
You should mean nothing, but instead
you are everything to me.

Catch me, bring me to life
like you always seem to do...
No matter what, no matter when
it has always been you,
who's held my trust in your eyes.
And you don't realize
that every day, you save me.

"Memory"

A memory is like a butterfly
in a glass case.
It flutters about --- enduringly ---
vibrant colors, gentle movements.
Pulsing, ever present in the mind.

Time passes, as it tends to do
and, all the while,
The glass is cracking --- slowly ---
fading colors, staggered movements.
Shaking, barely present in the mind.

A memory is like a butterfly
in a glass case.
It flutters about --- that is, until
the wear, the weight of the world
chases it away, forever from the mind.