http://slow.writerscafe.org/nyx The original writings of author Nyx en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206152 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this is for my boy friend who is leaving for boot camp in a few days and won't be hme until october and i hope and pry that i won't get a dear jane letter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/287670/ my bf told me he was leaveing for bootcamp and i was super up set and i decided he wasnt going without a fight and im trying my hardest to keep him here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/286841/ this one was 7 months in the makeing its a break up poem and i never could find the word for it so here it is. this guy i was with for a year and 6 months and he ended up cheating on me . its about how i tried to keep it together but in the end i couldn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/265406/ quiet nightsounds against my ears beauty in the pattering rain a soulitude that engulfs me mind, body and soulto a place where blue horizens are all you see dreams are all i have leftanymore verses of won't happenand can't bebut who are we to denie the horizens to not do wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/255500/   I'm running around in circlesdon't remember the last timei saw your facecan't forget all the timesi never thought i'd see youagaincause i can't miss a moment with youto loose a second is to forgetone little instantwhere love over flowedfrom the eyesthat hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/255482/  on the very edgeof the precipicethe choppy waters belowbeconningthe opaque skyforetelling stormsfor meall alone withno oneto hold my handto fight stuggle withinim trying not to loosei cant fight any morewithout him by sidemy strength is fadeingi have to give in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/255277/ who am i becomming the fear of looseing my soulto the night i lovelinger at the twilightsun almost gonei hear te they'er getting closerhowls sending chillsdown my spine sparkleing angel i believe you are my saviorpromise me you'll never leavesing my lullabyssweet siren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/255273/ this is really dum i hate it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/254175/ the question was - explain why you want to take ap englis lit and why you should be bexcepted into the class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/245417/ touch my handlet us travel by char of fireand leave knowing behinderaptourous rays cast upon us lifting yourself from death graspto fly toward the bleeding horizen and beyond take hold , to asscend to the place where ever the winds will us escapeing to new-found destinyof lands n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/244747/ like suvivors of the pleaguewe raced through the woods etching our lives away into trees. we lughed untilour laughs turned to sobs.we wept rivers into the soilthe leaves fell as we shook in each others arms while in the distance children cried and he wind swayed the tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/244738/ stars revolving in the darkfabric of the night moonlight trickleing through the curtians silence . . . my cries shatter the hazy veil of dreamsi jolt myself awake only to find me dead my dreams cease as the voices of angels sooth like rain until my cries ceaseand my st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/244725/ she moves across the watery edge over the moors and through the treesand as the moon lies in her bed the ravens taunt a melody a cool flame burns within her soul it  captures all that is in the waya touch of ice leaves them cold swirling rot in the earth's decayshe rapes t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/244721/ midnight stars that drag along foolish men who sing heavy-hearted songsflowers in the field never to blossomambitious dreams hidden at the bottomwonder turns to resentment as the summer breeze turns to the falls unforgiving frostseason of color , days of black and whiteintangibale sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/244711/ it's more of a monolouge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/224061/ yeah so original right http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/224008/ Scream the defiance the way we always did. Bring back the deeply buried rebel. Be like the hawk. Shed your skin and sprout feathers. Soar into the defiance. Fly to the moon and back for one cause like you used to. The hide you ware is weak. Be the one to stand out be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/224004/ Blood flavored kissesConcealed heart break in paper dollsIn the stage of the momentPaper dressesRagged on the edgesYou cut outside the linesWhen you slip you snip...The arm offBut paper veins don’t bleedAnd you return to surgeryTape seals the wound A little uneven but car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/224001/ his trial is tomarrow and its all i can think about. eeryone knows somthing is up with me . i hate how my expressions always show how im feeling. its always a dead give away.even my teachers know somthings wrong , usually im only to eager , but my hearts just not there anymore. im so worried about h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220460/ this is my only esape safty from all of the pain see the lie I lost myself once upon a time to a melodic rhymeof love lost forever to time forgotten left alone to be in darkeness once more to brush grace's lips to feel the angel of mercy breahing on my neck to live once a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220456/ Quiet solitude engulfs my beingswolling a heart of iceblind to what is right.Yet my soul is all seeingcareful defenses erectedto guard a heavy heart and mind.Protect me from hurt and lossso be the way I was directedanother day, like no othersilently, slowly, plunderingmy weakne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220455/ our fights left broken strings we put up walls and broke them down again and again our knckles break before they bleed i wont ever leave hope has left an eternal impression on me our souls singing calling to our hearts longing to be with you to satisfy the wants and n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220452/ Her fear. Hidden in the dark depths of her eyes. Like a stain a stain that could never be cleaned up. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. But all I saw in those vibrant blue eyes was fear, and happiness. her fear was nothing compared to mine but no we were both scared and rightfuly so th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220450/ the city is surrounded by fire it grows, growing higher and higher they come across the lands overcoming times sands you plead for me to take your hands Do you know whats at stake? can our promise i break? to his side or theirs'? choose. what is right is not always so i loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nyx/220449/