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The closest two men can become is the moment when they both agree to sign into brotherhood. its a term that makes me think of knights and kings, fighting side by side, only referring to each other as … brother. Its very endearing, very sweet, and kind.

Posted By Nikki On 06.02.2013 @ 10:07 pm

freefalling, down the slide and reach the bottom, lost, the park is empty but i don’t feel alone. the air is cold, the sun is hot though, i look at the sky and see the birds, they look like me.

Posted By Nikki On 05.18.2013 @ 7:17 am

and its all dark again and im crying, crying, crying and i call my father on the phone and he brings me home and the crow on my windowsill flies away

Posted By nikki On 04.29.2013 @ 8:38 am

station. The bus pulled up and the doors swung open. I watched as all the other passengers climbed up the steps, paid the fee, and went to find their seats. The driver looked at me expectantly. I didn’t know what to do. Should I get on this bus, leave my home behind and go discover my dreams? Or should I stay here, stick with what was most familiar, and pick a new dream. A simpler dream.

I closed my eyes, picked up my bag, and made the first step towards the rest of my life.

Posted By Nikki On 04.19.2013 @ 3:12 pm

i FELT SO PASSIONATE ABOUT HIM. he left pieces of paper in my hair. i looked into his eyes. he stared at my chest. he wrote poetry, i wrote pages of math homework. This guy is my boyfriend. We’ve been floating on for about two months now.

Posted By Nikki On 04.13.2013 @ 8:10 pm

Like on a tree. Or the one’s outside the front door at home, climbing up the red brick on the right side of the garage. I cannot wait to go home. Summer at home, there’s nothing like it. The pool, the sunshine, the tan, the family, the patios, the laughs, the carefree

Posted By nikki On 04.05.2013 @ 3:04 pm

the black plague. the bubonic plague. killed more people in history, isolated towns, cities, and whole groups of people. It is spreading a germ, a feeling, one word that makes people shutter. It is still here with racism, discrimination, and prejudice

Posted By Nikki On 03.30.2013 @ 6:49 pm

The Lamb of God, she thought dizzily in the few moments before she fainted.

When she woke hours later, he–excuse her, He–was still standing, waiting patiently in her living room for an audience.

Posted By Nikki On 03.05.2013 @ 6:20 am

As always, there were three knocks on the wide green door before Clyde let himself in, unannounced officially, but known to all by just this tendency. He was waving a dirty stack of newspapers, as he was also wont to do, easily excited by this political move or the next; but Sarah felt her heart drop as he stopped flailing for half a second and she found herself able to read the huge, bolded titles.

REVOLUTION.

Posted By Nikki On 02.28.2013 @ 6:24 am

Clara had not, in her life, had a lot of pleasant experiences with blood. This was probably a statement that could be made about any number of people–and, very likely, a disproportionately HIGH number of people–but she felt, on days like this, where red was all she could see, that a compelling argument could be made that she was a special case.

Posted By Nikki On 02.27.2013 @ 6:33 am

He saw why they called her Bambi the first time he caught her engrossed in work. At the call of her name–her real one, that is–and a tap of the shoulder, she flinched, wrenching her head up from her stack of crinkled paper with eyes literally as wide as saucers. ‘Startled’ was not a dramatic enough word to describe it.

Posted By Nikki On 02.26.2013 @ 6:22 am

She laughed silently at the wordplay. “Embellish,” it went; the decoration and essential fancification, pardon the fake word, of something, to make it grander and more impressive. But this was emBELLishing, literally. Every time she took a step or moved her head, the little silver bells braided into her hair trilled, and the ones sewn to the hem of her dress uttered a tinkling cacophony.

Posted By Nikki On 02.25.2013 @ 6:35 am

A billion years ago before shaving is an obligation and sewing is a thing that happens, men and women sit in caves and draw on the walls in berry juice and blood, and wonder of the future; for all that their lives have yielded seems so insignificant.

Posted By Nikki On 02.23.2013 @ 5:41 pm

His wings, when she ran her fingers over them, were not downy and dove-soft as she expected they might be. Instead they were smooth, leathery and tough to the touch; foreign and beautiful and completely unexpected. He must have seen the surprise on her face and felt the lingering in her touches, because he gave her a smile that was half amusement and half resentment. Right, she thought, FALLEN angel.

Posted By Nikki On 02.22.2013 @ 7:48 am

His face was creased and brown, weathered into a coarse, gritty thing, like the red canyon rocks buffeted by harsh winds in the Midwest. And indeed, he was a harsh old rock buffeted by the winds that came along in life, and his honest, square face was life’s canvas.

Posted By Nikki On 02.21.2013 @ 6:09 am

He grasped at the fruit as it dangled from the tree; foreign and exotic, the color of an indigo sunset, with its inexorable pull and tantalizing, dripping juice. He was distantly aware that this was possibly the worst decision he was ever going to make in his short and insignificant life, and he was strangely okay with that.

Posted By Nikki On 02.19.2013 @ 12:06 pm

Fatigue is the tiredness behind your eyes, when every blink is a call to sleep. It’s the sigh that leaves you as yet another task makes itself known within the whirlwind of activity that’s left you sapped and exhausted already. Fatigue is what grasps as your ankles and pulls you down, and what grips you in the chest and drags you under when the breath finally leaves your body in the very end.

Posted By Nikki On 02.18.2013 @ 8:24 am

Will was quite the funny thing, when you got around to it. Will could be capable of so much, in some cases; and so very little, in others. Margaret prayed desperately that this case was one of the former, and reached out for the end of the pipe, and willed–

Posted By Nikki On 02.15.2013 @ 6:46 pm

Will was quite the funny thing, when you got around to it. Will was capable of so much, in some cases; and so little, in others. Margaret prayed desperately that this case was one of the former, and reached out for the end of the pipe, and willed.

Posted By Nikki On 02.15.2013 @ 6:37 pm

I am the eldest child in my family. I held the highest amount of responsibility growing up and now..I dont know how to live with out it. I strive for more and crumble under it. I occupy hours of my life with multitasking, running from job-to-job and now…I am with out it. I secretly wished for such a thing for a long time. “Me time” is all I wanted, and a few more hours of sleep. Now, I sleep too much. I have no more drive or want because this depression is consuming me.

Posted By Nikki On 01.24.2013 @ 4:55 pm

i have visited my family three months ago. they live in bulgaria. i love them very much and i miss them. i wish i could be there right now and spend more time together. i wish they could visit me as well. i believe they would like the place i live at.

Posted By nikki On 01.21.2013 @ 12:15 pm

What is this? Where am I? Who are you? Why should I know shet? Anything you’ve ever known doesn’t apply here, nor has it ever applied anywhere else. This is now. This is you. Wake up and accept the fact.

Posted By Nikki On 01.20.2013 @ 10:40 pm

I applied pressure to the wound. I began to look around hoping some one would come help any one. I don’t want to be left alone in all this mess. To be left with the guilt of not being able to help all these poor souls.

Posted By Nikki On 01.20.2013 @ 8:25 pm

Instinctivly I applied the gauze to my wounds. They told me that nothing would fix a broken heart such as mine and yet I’ve been able to recover. A mircle it seems coming from such tiny pieces to the lump it is now. It’s vitals are weak, mutilated and decayed. The edges are frayed and worn down, not much is holding it together anymore. I apply more gauze.

Posted By Nikki On 01.20.2013 @ 2:25 pm

I drift among these vessels we call humans. These organisms derived from mass cells. Personalities we need to cope with, feel for and oblige. I am floating in this current, consumed by thier woes and throws. Humanity is far beyond my minds understanding, thus I must destroy it.

Posted By Nikki On 01.19.2013 @ 11:35 am

It reverberated through me. The sound quenched my thirst and settled pre-existing fears with in my soul. Only you could of known the fate of that dreaded night. Rain crashed upon the rivers stones. The stream gushed and roared around us, all else was a muffled second thought in comparison. It was you and I. Our chilled breath wafting away in the breeze, words were unneeded. I knew you were my maker, and this to be our last moments. A planted kiss on my forehead signaled your goodbye, and sailing down that river, I died.

Posted By Nikki On 01.18.2013 @ 12:01 pm

I am starting my life over. I have failed at this so many times but i have come to realize…I loath the person i have become. I have heard the opinions, although i feel they are not as fully truthed as I would of liked..There is still partial truth. I am taking opinions of people who have general disgust of me. I am choosing to revamp…and instill more Godly practices in my life. In the past I have found the closer I walk in the words of God, life flows more abudantly and beautifully for me. Things are tattered and barely recognizable..I choose to change this NOW, although i feel i should work on the relationships i have tarnished, I wont. I am in a new place with new people…to start OVER. My journey begins today. I welcome you to do the same.

Posted By Nikki On 01.17.2013 @ 12:20 pm

The end is always near. Every corner it creeps showing me it’s insides. Cracking the whip saving it’s secrets for another day. I’m holding my breath. I hate waiting for you

Posted By Nikki On 01.13.2013 @ 4:04 pm

What an epic word for such an epic day. Today is my end. The end of it all and all that has begun> the end of the things to come>

or none.

Posted By Nikki On 01.13.2013 @ 3:39 pm

It was the end, that was all she could think. Other people might have found silver linings, might have seen it as a new beginning instead, but all she could think as she watched him walk away was – that’s it. The end. It’s over for me. I don’t have another one in me.

Posted By Nikki On 01.13.2013 @ 1:53 pm