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So she held the stupid thing in her hands. What use was the metal when it was broken? It would never hang around her neck again, never secure itself or fasten itself securely and beautifully around that part of her body anymore, ever. Which was good. Maybe death by hanging herself with metal wire just wasn’t the way to go for her.
» Posted By Nikka On 04.28.2013 @ 4:13 pm
Powder. Make-Up. A very thick layer of it, on her face. Enough to hide the scars, the secrets, and the lies.
Air. Breaths of it, short and hurried. Pulse fast, heart beating. She was nervous. She had to make her breaths slower, had to be less obvious about faking the role she was about to play if they wanted to get away with it.
» Posted By nikka On 04.07.2013 @ 1:01 am
“Shhhhhhhhh,” he whispers to me, in my head. He has the deepest eyes and the sweetest smile and so much, so much of me wants to walk up to him and know him and be his friend and say hi, but no, I can’t. The special thing he and I have is limited to my head. He doesn’t even know I exist.
He is my little secret.
» Posted By nikka On 03.16.2013 @ 7:21 pm
I like you. And I’m not just saying this because I like you. The worst part is you’ll never read this. I hate it, because it was nothing more than a spark at first, a “you-caught-my-eye” sort of thing. You aren’t even very attractive, to most people. But you’re cute and you’re smart and you’re nice and I really wanna know you and be your friend….see how the spark has turned into a flame?
» Posted By nikka On 03.05.2013 @ 1:02 pm
is big and imposing and dark and vast
and threatening and accusing and pointing fingers and
misunderstanding only explaining
trying to show that you should say no
by pointing out the stupidity and unregality of saying yes
but you will echo back “this is only your excuse”s
until the shadows cave in on me
and i drown in my guilt
but i’ll still understand
the blood rushing from my heart
i won’t be mad
even when the knife
is in your hand, your fingers clutching the hilt
» Posted By nikka On 02.23.2013 @ 3:24 pm
coincidence, fate that this word should come out?
I am dead tired and ready to fall to the floor, but I won’t. I won’t because I am much too supported, much too loved, and much too trusted to do what I must.
I will not fail you.
I will die before I fail, and I will only allow myself rest and sleep when I finish.
» Posted By nikka On 02.16.2013 @ 1:23 pm
I am peace
peace is leaves
falling down from the trees
I am home
home is shields
safe are my boundaries.
I am holy
holy is grace
the redemption in my heart
when I finally get to see Your face.
» Posted By nikka On 02.15.2013 @ 5:35 am
Hurry again. Rush again.
Same pattern everyday
–why is there never enough time?–
hours are too tiny
why couldn’t there be 72 hours in one day?
and I thought
I wasn’t becoming like everybody else
I need to take a step back to just breathe
before I can live again.
» Posted By nikka On 02.13.2013 @ 2:07 am
I wish I could find you
in this world we live in
full of unhappy people
I wish I could run through
all the busy traffic
in this busy city
full of ignorant people
blocking my way.
I wish I could reach out to you
one face I recognize
among the many others in the crowd
before you slip away
before I forget
the color of your eyes
or the bare brush of my hand on your shoulder
as you walk in the other direction
not aware of the twist of fate
you and I just missed.
» Posted By nikka On 02.12.2013 @ 2:26 pm
How dare you not teach? How dare you not show me how to use my senses, the parts of my body, that-oh-so-important control area in my head called my brain?
How can you be the best teacher when the application comes before the lesson?
» Posted By nikka On 02.11.2013 @ 2:20 pm
something to do with putting it in your home. tables can make you happy, tables can make you something think that you are thinking. it can make you feel satisfying while eating your favorite food. tables are the best.
» Posted By nikka On 02.25.2011 @ 7:16 pm
happy fun friendly summer tress kids family wet sticky smells like soap my grandparents porch
» Posted By nikka On 04.29.2010 @ 5:19 pm
flowing slowly across the ground. it coulds the senses. it gives prespective. it leaves the world changed in dew. a dreamscape unreal.
» Posted By nikka On 09.29.2009 @ 11:30 pm
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there’s one in the kitchen and i think it’ll fall off any minute from lack of use. it’s not that we don’t have anything to put in there, it’s just we are mostly fond of home-cooked foods rather than microwaveable ones.
» Posted By nikka On 11.07.2009 @ 4:57 pm