Everyday,
For hours I numbly stare into nowhere,
thinking, ---
What if the shadows that keep whispering in my ears, were a little less malevolent?
Would it make me more humane?
Would it make me a little more kinder, to the lady in the mirror?
Would I deem myself worthy of love then?
#scribble #OC #Nyxthinks
For hours I numbly stare into nowhere,
thinking, ---
What if the shadows that keep whispering in my ears, were a little less malevolent?
Would it make me more humane?
Would it make me a little more kinder, to the lady in the mirror?
Would I deem myself worthy of love then?
#scribble #OC #Nyxthinks
[01]
《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 01
Like storm clouds brewing up high,
Filled with tears that they cannot deny,
Your eyes look so sad,
As if they miss what they once had,
They weep for a love that has gone by.
____
#micropoetry #DearElijah #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 01
Like storm clouds brewing up high,
Filled with tears that they cannot deny,
Your eyes look so sad,
As if they miss what they once had,
They weep for a love that has gone by.
____
#micropoetry #DearElijah #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
《 Nyx Thinks 》
[01] 《 Dear Elijah 》 Verse 01 Like storm clouds brewing up high, Filled with tears that they cannot deny, Your eyes look so sad, As if they miss what they once had, They weep for a love that has gone by.…
#commentary An album of micropoetry that unfolds the dilemma of a lover.
Her voice rang in my ears.
A tedious reminder-----
"Some stories don't have a happy ending.
They are tragedies, dressed as dreams of 'Happily ever after.'
Be careful of the lies you fall for, Dearest."
#scribble #Nyxthinks
A tedious reminder-----
"Some stories don't have a happy ending.
They are tragedies, dressed as dreams of 'Happily ever after.'
Be careful of the lies you fall for, Dearest."
#scribble #Nyxthinks
《 Rhythm of Happiness 》
Inside my chest it flutters bright,
A warmth that fills my soul with light,
My heart with love and joy takes flight.
Each moment passes like a dream,
My thoughts, a tranquil flowing stream,
Contentment shines like sun's bright beam.
This feeling strong, it brings a smile,
And though it lasts just for a while,
It's worth it for its pure beguile.
For in the depths of all life's woes,
It's this that offsets all the lows,
And balances my highs and woes.
So hold onto this warmth and glow,
For in its arms, we surely know,
A happy joy will ever flow.
©️Nyx Thinks
#shortpoetry #Nyxthinks
Inside my chest it flutters bright,
A warmth that fills my soul with light,
My heart with love and joy takes flight.
Each moment passes like a dream,
My thoughts, a tranquil flowing stream,
Contentment shines like sun's bright beam.
This feeling strong, it brings a smile,
And though it lasts just for a while,
It's worth it for its pure beguile.
For in the depths of all life's woes,
It's this that offsets all the lows,
And balances my highs and woes.
So hold onto this warmth and glow,
For in its arms, we surely know,
A happy joy will ever flow.
©️Nyx Thinks
#shortpoetry #Nyxthinks
The honey dripping lies
from your lips,
Only paved a way
to the boulevard
of our broken dreams.
#random #Atuneofbrokenhearts
from your lips,
Only paved a way
to the boulevard
of our broken dreams.
#random #Atuneofbrokenhearts
"Go ahead.
Go ahead and throw your sticks and stones at me. What else have you all ever done?" He roared as loud as the thunder in the sky.
A petite figure full of scars and bloody wounds. An ugly sight to the eyes of the crowd. Yet an exigent aura of dominance that surrounds that lifeless body.
"I'm a survivor and I will remain one, no matter how much you try to oppress me.
If I'm going to die anyways, I would rather die with my pride."
A heavy silence prevailed the whispering crowd.
#OC #Nyxthinks #draft
Go ahead and throw your sticks and stones at me. What else have you all ever done?" He roared as loud as the thunder in the sky.
A petite figure full of scars and bloody wounds. An ugly sight to the eyes of the crowd. Yet an exigent aura of dominance that surrounds that lifeless body.
"I'm a survivor and I will remain one, no matter how much you try to oppress me.
If I'm going to die anyways, I would rather die with my pride."
A heavy silence prevailed the whispering crowd.
#OC #Nyxthinks #draft
[2]
《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 02
Your grin is like a rising sun,
A joyful burst, a winning run,
Your bright eyes gleam with pure delight,
A beaming soul, a wondrous sight.
Your laughter rings like songbirds' trill,
A joyful symphony, full of thrill,
Your words are like a summer breeze,
Refreshing, light, full of ease.
How can I ever live without you, my beloved?
#micropoetry #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 #DearElijah
《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 02
Your grin is like a rising sun,
A joyful burst, a winning run,
Your bright eyes gleam with pure delight,
A beaming soul, a wondrous sight.
Your laughter rings like songbirds' trill,
A joyful symphony, full of thrill,
Your words are like a summer breeze,
Refreshing, light, full of ease.
How can I ever live without you, my beloved?
#micropoetry #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 #DearElijah
《 Dear Elijah 》, is a micropoetry album describing different stages of the relationship from the girls POV. Would you like the ending to be a 'Happily ever after' or ' Weren't meant to be'?
Anonymous Poll
64%
Happily ever after.
43%
Weren't meant to be.
"Where should I go then...? Why does everything I seek seems to abandon me and everything I cherrish is ruined by my touch? Where should people like us go? Why is it so hard to find warmth in this cold fate of ours?"
She writhed with her small frame in the young man's embrace, whispering her endless questions in his ears.
Her eyes admiring him with hopeful twinkles, expecting that her endless questions can finally have their answers, today.
He smiled at her, as if attempting to reassure her that everything will be alright. After giving it some thought, he spoke--
"People like us find that warmth and solace in our own kind, child. Because, there is no place for the cursed and the wicked like us in this world."
#draft #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
She writhed with her small frame in the young man's embrace, whispering her endless questions in his ears.
Her eyes admiring him with hopeful twinkles, expecting that her endless questions can finally have their answers, today.
He smiled at her, as if attempting to reassure her that everything will be alright. After giving it some thought, he spoke--
"People like us find that warmth and solace in our own kind, child. Because, there is no place for the cursed and the wicked like us in this world."
#draft #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
"And my ways will never be justified by my means.
My hands are covered with blood and my pages are full of my sins. I have become so numb to this tragic fate of mine.
Even I won't ever accept my ownself, then how can I ever ask you to love me ?"
#OC #Nyxthinks
My hands are covered with blood and my pages are full of my sins. I have become so numb to this tragic fate of mine.
Even I won't ever accept my ownself, then how can I ever ask you to love me ?"
#OC #Nyxthinks
You may call me a coward,
But,
I would rather stay safe in this cage,
trapped Inside,
Than face the hell reigning outside.
________
Does this makes me selfish in your eyes?
#𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦
But,
I would rather stay safe in this cage,
trapped Inside,
Than face the hell reigning outside.
________
Does this makes me selfish in your eyes?
#𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦
"You deserve the world. I'm sorry for not being able to catch up to you."
"Why can't you be mine then? You. You are my world. It's fine even if I have to fall from grace to embrace my world."
#random
"Why can't you be mine then? You. You are my world. It's fine even if I have to fall from grace to embrace my world."
#random
Endless whispers
In the end,
It all comes down to a single phrase---
'You are not enough.'
But then,
What should I tell the child in the mirror, who saw the world as a magical place to fulfill dreams and is full of warmth?
---that you are never enough?
What should I say to the old lady, whom I call mother, when the only whisper in my mind is to perish forever in the void?
What am I supposed to tell that now old father, who smiles at the way he is proud of his children, not aware of the guilt and shame they hold?
----that their child is nothing more than an empty shell filled with loathing?
Why is it so hard to make it through the night, without being abhor towards my own kind?
How many more pieces of myself should I sacrifice, to satisfy these endless sinful desires the shadows hold?
#𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
In the end,
It all comes down to a single phrase---
'You are not enough.'
But then,
What should I tell the child in the mirror, who saw the world as a magical place to fulfill dreams and is full of warmth?
---that you are never enough?
What should I say to the old lady, whom I call mother, when the only whisper in my mind is to perish forever in the void?
What am I supposed to tell that now old father, who smiles at the way he is proud of his children, not aware of the guilt and shame they hold?
----that their child is nothing more than an empty shell filled with loathing?
Why is it so hard to make it through the night, without being abhor towards my own kind?
How many more pieces of myself should I sacrifice, to satisfy these endless sinful desires the shadows hold?
#𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
[3] 《 Dear Elijah 》
Verse 03
You are,
Warmer than the spring forest
yet frozen as the winter lake,
A riddle to the eyes
yet an open book to the heart,
An image of perfection
yet full of lovable flaws.
You are my imperfectly perfect
other half.
#DearElijah #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
Verse 03
You are,
Warmer than the spring forest
yet frozen as the winter lake,
A riddle to the eyes
yet an open book to the heart,
An image of perfection
yet full of lovable flaws.
You are my imperfectly perfect
other half.
#DearElijah #𝘕𝘺𝘹𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴
Every time I hold you in my arms,
I'm reminded,
How fragile yet endearing a life can be,
my child.
#littlestories
I'm reminded,
How fragile yet endearing a life can be,
my child.
#littlestories
Goodbye
Softly, the wind whispered your name,
As I sit here, longing for your embrace,
My heart aches for the joy it once knew,
When I was held by someone like you.
The day seems colder without your glow,
My soul feels empty, wanting to grow,
But without the warmth of your skin,
I'm left in this melancholic spin.
Your absence is like a ghost to me,
Haunting the corners of my memory,
I search for you in every dream,
Hoping to find you, though it may seem.
For you, my heart will forever yearn,
As I wait for the day, you'll return,
Until then, my love, I'll just exist,
Lost in this melancholic mist.
#shortpoetry #Nyxthinks
Softly, the wind whispered your name,
As I sit here, longing for your embrace,
My heart aches for the joy it once knew,
When I was held by someone like you.
The day seems colder without your glow,
My soul feels empty, wanting to grow,
But without the warmth of your skin,
I'm left in this melancholic spin.
Your absence is like a ghost to me,
Haunting the corners of my memory,
I search for you in every dream,
Hoping to find you, though it may seem.
For you, my heart will forever yearn,
As I wait for the day, you'll return,
Until then, my love, I'll just exist,
Lost in this melancholic mist.
#shortpoetry #Nyxthinks