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I’m crying because I’m sad. I’m sad because I’m confused. I’m confused because you’re here and I’m still waiting for them. I’m still waiting for them because I’m desperate. I’m desperate because I have nothing else. I have nothing else because I don’t want anything else. I don’t want anything else because I had them. But now, you’re the only one here. I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m happy because now I have you.
» Posted By NYX On 12.02.2016 @ 8:48 am
I’m not sure if this is working out too well. So let’s make a deal. We stay together for just one more week and throughout that week we try as hard as we can to go back to how we were before everything else happened. Let’s go back to the start.
» Posted By NYX On 12.01.2016 @ 11:29 am
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 06.23.2014 @ 7:47 am
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 want to live, be alive, exist more than on a basic level.
Sometimes it’s not enough to be.
» Posted By Nyx On 03.20.2014 @ 12:54 am
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 fight for is painful, but not always worth it.
always leaves you battle-scarred for life.
» Posted By Nyx On 03.14.2014 @ 11:27 pm
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 01.21.2014 @ 3:46 am
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 written were lost.
» Posted By Nyx On 12.06.2013 @ 2:46 am
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.10.2013 @ 7:44 am
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.07.2013 @ 3:54 am
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 screwed shut and himself shivering and scared, haunted by his past and the demons that came with it.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.07.2013 @ 3:51 am
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).
» Posted By Nyx On 10.04.2013 @ 7:50 am
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 they had a connection. She can’t help but hope that she understands her, and the other way around.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.04.2013 @ 7:04 am
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 possibility that you’ve stolen something very important to me – the cliche that makes all the romance movies in the world go round.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.01.2013 @ 7:36 am
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 06.03.2013 @ 7:40 am
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 want me around, so I’ll just stay here alone forever until you realize you need me too.
» Posted By Nyx On 05.30.2013 @ 10:31 pm
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 05.27.2013 @ 12:00 pm
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 love it more than anything.
» Posted By Nyx On 05.27.2013 @ 8:12 am
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.”
» Posted By Nyx On 05.26.2013 @ 6:00 am
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.
» Posted By Nyx On 05.26.2013 @ 5:59 am
And the meter was running, faster and faster. It ticked away and she saw it counting down. A tear ran down her face with each mark that was left behind to the dust, that was gone and forgotten as the hands ticked further. The clock reached twelve, and as she gasped, she fell. With the clock dying, the last few seconds melted away, and with it, her life.
» Posted By Nyx On 05.14.2009 @ 5:27 pm
There’s that calm medium between the two extremes, painfully obscured by the chaos around it. It’s in the middle, and it should be the most important — but more often than not, it is overlooked, too /centered/ to truly be important.
People will dabble in the far sides, claiming that the middle is a boring existence. They do not see the falling salt, the cascading waterfalls that ensue, the steaming wreckage — crushed like frail soda cans — that awaits.
In the end, when the emotions fade and the final breath escapes your parted lips as you lie there, drowning in dripping red, shattered glass all around you, you will wonder if the far side was the right choice after all.
» Posted By Nyx On 01.27.2009 @ 1:57 pm
…There were always those silly little fantasies about the abandoned, beautiful princess, stranded in the crimson pacific of her own despair. She would wait to be rescued by her dazzling prince of golden light and severed strings, and all would be well.
All would be well.
But then again, all /wouldn’t/ be well.
What about the others? Where are their happily-ever-afters? When the prince whisks the princess away to his faraway kingdom of sunshine and roses and all things beautiful, what happens to those who aren’t so beautiful, who aren’t so fortunate? Those who have the misfortune of being /not them/?
Unhappily forever after.
Balance. To appease the spoiled princess, the happiness has to come from somewhere.
And who better to take it from than from those wretched, wretched /leftovers/?
» Posted By Nyx On 01.25.2009 @ 9:31 pm
And you think they don’t? Think again.
He’s the favorite — and you /aren’t/. Two pieces to the fractured whole — but only one is wanted, desired, seen as something worthwhile.
You’re discarded in the light of his wretched, wretched glory.
» Posted By Nyx On 01.12.2009 @ 8:24 pm
Caught in suspension–
Suspended in air, dangling by that which binds them to that which they don’t wish to be bound to.
The words flicker through their weary minds until it’s all they can do to /not/ scream. But by then, the screams are already out there in the open, sounding out loudly for everyone to here.
There’s just one thing.
The screams aren’t theirs.
» Posted By Nyx On 11.17.2008 @ 7:26 pm
It was a sleek car, that convertible. Just as sleek and elegant as the driver sitting within. There was something sinfully deadly about both, something that seemed to connect the two with a line of kinship that obviously could not be easily sliced in two.
» Posted By Nyx On 11.12.2008 @ 8:26 pm
He, she, they, who, me, you–
We weren’t called oblivious for nothing, you know.
We lived in our own little cloud, our own little sheltered bubble, all but hidden behind rose-tinted fogs smelling of sweetened cotton candy. It was a simple life, yes. Very simple indeed. But it was nice. I always did go by the saying of “ignorance is bliss,” after all.
We, they, who, who, /who/–
Then we were plucked from soft clouds and thrust into icy water to fend for ourselves, and our cotton-candy fog was eaten away until we were bare and vulnerable and /naked/ to all the atrocities we had always remained hidden from.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.31.2008 @ 1:34 pm
It’s a gentleness perched on the tip of your tongue, ready to spring into the world.
No one knows it as well as you do, but that’s only what you think. You think you know the meaning of “gentle.” But in truth, the meaning differs, changes, alters — and it all depends on the “who” of it all.
Gentleness is just as abstract to you as it is to everyone else.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.26.2008 @ 1:57 pm
The path diverges into myriad roads. And yet, you can’t quite decide which one to take. To take one is to sign an unbreakable contract, to not take one is to hover on a void of nothingness for as long as long extends.
Sometimes, choices are more hindering than useful.
Simplicity beckons, calls, holds out its welcoming arms. But it fades away — an illusion, nothing more — to complexity, which is all but glaring daggers at you, coaxing shivers from your every hapless fiber of your very being. Nonetheless, you make your decision. You step onto one path and continue on.
But you get the sinking feeling that, someday, you’ll regret. Deeply, horrifically, terribly.
There’s eloquence in torment, after all.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.23.2008 @ 6:23 pm
It seemed so fleeting, so ephemeral, so simply /short/.
In all honesty, she wished it would last longer. Wished it would last for some more hours or so, wished it would last for the rest of her lifetime. Metaphorical flight had never seemed so thrilling, so breathtakingly wonderful, so utterly filled with splendor.
Swept away by warmth and rushes of sensation and the sheer exhilaration surging through every fiber of her body, she threw her head back and laughed wholeheartedly, notes ringing into the air like chiming bells. Fitting, for such a flight.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.10.2008 @ 10:15 pm
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They seemed elevated, like they were standing on a hill of their own, a whole pedestal they staked claim to and marked as theirs.
It was such an infuriating arrogance that they had.
They were so unlike the others around there, so completely sure of themselves and brimming with confidence. The pedestal they stood upon was more a creation of their own than anything they’d been given.
» Posted By Nyx On 10.03.2008 @ 1:39 pm