• Nyx commented on the post, mispelled 4 years, 12 months ago

    It was her name etched in my bones that I saw in my mind’s eye over and over again, and now it’s the only thing that I can feel and I can think about. But it feels so dirty and so foul, and maybe I got the letters wrong. Maybe I got the letters wrong and now I’m feeling someone different in my bones.

  • Nyx commented on the post, active 5 years, 3 months ago

    There is little in me that I can call active anymore. I feel dry, dead, no wellspring of life to rush through my veins and give me a burst of inspiration. Somewhere deep inside, a screaming voice is locked up, trying to get through me.
    But it can’t.

    I can’t.

    I want to live, be alive, exist more than on a basic level.

    Sometimes it’s not…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, compete 5 years, 3 months ago

    everything in this world is a product of competition. improve on something because someone is better than you, because your value depends on the value of others. it is sad. it is depressing. beauty is set by standards. beauty is only there when you fight for it.

    everything is a fight.
    everything is a battle, a competition.

    everything you…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, beaming 5 years, 4 months ago

    she beamed at her, the smile wide, bright as the sun, blinding. no one realized that behind the blinding brightness was an unfathomable void. least of all her.

  • Nyx commented on the post, plumes 5 years, 6 months ago

    That single feather was stained with something – a dark ink that couldn’t be removed, so it seemed. It sat on the desk, in the abandoned room, beside a sheet of yellowed paper, burned at the sides, the script written on it obscured by age. Outside, the sky was pink, and the sun sank down the horizon. Whatever words were supposed to be read and…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, rewrite 5 years, 8 months ago

    It would be swell if I could delete a few things about me, if only to conform to what society – and my family, especially – wants to see in me. But to hell with that, I guess. All I really want right now is to rewrite the past and prevent myself from consuming too many fatty foods. Ten pounds in two years isn’t a joke, people.

  • Nyx commented on the post, lunacy 5 years, 8 months ago

    Words have power. Clearly. Without them, I wouldn’t be sinking into this kind of insanity that only my thoughts – the endless string of words-turned-into-pictures running through my mind – can pull me into.

  • Nyx commented on the post, lunacy 5 years, 8 months ago

    He didn’t need the moon to appear full and bright to turn him absolutely crazy. He didn’t need truckloads of alcohol, drugs, or whatever kids got addicted on to make him completely inarticulate. No. There were days when he just was, and there were days when he wasn’t. Mostly, it was on the days that rained, when he was alone, cold, his eyes…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, hoping 5 years, 8 months ago

    Until this week, we’ve virtually been strangers to each other. I’m hoping that you think of me as a friend (although you have the potential to be more than that to me. I want to know you better. Please let me).

  • Nyx commented on the post, hoping 5 years, 8 months ago

    They were strangers, in a way, but they sat beside each other in class every day. They didn’t talk, except for a few words exchanged, about the homework, about the lesson. They didn’t have at each other when they passed each other by. Their contact involved brief, accidental touches and brushes of the arm. And yet, she can’t help but feel as if…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, stolen 5 years, 8 months ago

    All I can really think about is how you’ve stolen everything about me – everything that I thought defined me. You’ve broken me down, roughened me up, brought out the side of me that I never even wanted to think about, let alone recognize. And all this, without you knowing that you’ve done it to me. And I don’t even want to talk about the…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, brotherhood 6 years ago

    It was a brotherhood. Like it or not, they were tightly knit, and have been through so many things together. That’s why, when they took me in, I felt so left out, not because most of them were guys and I’m a girl, but because I can’t get in their group the way I want to. It’s sad. Depressing.

  • Nyx commented on the post, secluded 6 years ago

    I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to think, and I don’t know what to say, and I don’t know what to feel. Is this what it’s like to be alone? To have no one to talk to, to have no one to tell things? It’s killing me. It’s killing me inside. I need you, and I need you now, but you don’t need me. You don’t even care about me. You don’t…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, delve 6 years ago

    You found me there, sitting alone, and you thought it was brilliant to delve into my mind even if I didn’t really want you to. Yet, I couldn’t find the will to resist you. I wanted you to get under my skin, even if I started hating myself for it. Now I want to delve into your mind, but you left me with a heart longing for more. I’ll see you again someday.

  • Nyx commented on the post, shattered 6 years ago

    The bird crashed through the window. The glass shattered into pieces, and showered the floor with crystals. I picked up the bird among the shards and held it in my hand. It was a raven, and its left wing was bleeding, and its black eyes pierced through my heart like a knife. It was a mess, just like the shattered glass, but I felt as if I could…[Read more]

  • Nyx commented on the post, spilled 6 years ago

    I failed to see the consequences of my actions. The red paint spilled on the floor, eating through the carpet, soaking through the pores of the wood. It was like you, eating through me, getting under my skin, staying there, as if to say, “you will never be the same.”

  • Nyx commented on the post, spilled 6 years ago

    I spilled everything on the floor. I watched, my eyes fixed on all the colors, mixing on the polished wood, slowly becoming black, like it was eating away everything that mattered. I don’t know. At that moment, I didn’t know what to feel.