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Saturday, May 24, 2008

  • Words for Deceit

    Words for Deceit

     

    Another word for mother is deceit.

     

    Deceit hides agendas behind a smile

    thinking all will be well after stabbing at the back.

     

    Deceit seems to feed off your misery

    and cares about what other people think.

     

    Another word for daughter is disappointment.

    Another, comparable.

     

    Another is one-who-is-careless.

    Yet another, one-to-blame-for-mistakes.

     

    So many words for daughter:

    She-who-comes-home-late-at-night.

    Her-best-could-always-be-better.

    Why-can’t-she-be-like-her-sister?

     

    As a mother, all but one name is given.

    Names given in their youth disperses into one.

    I’m frightened of becoming deceit.

    But then I think,

    Is it really worse than disappointment?

     

    Your blood, my veins.

    Deceit is running through me as we speak. But,

     

    Inevitably, I don’t want to be you, I just want to be like you.

     

    I want to stop loathing and feeling disgust

    towards deceit who bribes in hopes of being liked.

     

    Persistent deceit continuously tries

    to separate me from the “wrong crowd.”

     

    Creative deceit finds new ways

    to guilt me into doing what she wants me to.

    Just like how she finds new recipes

    for cakes and pastries alike.

     

    From what seems to be like shameless deceit,

    I was taught how to be deceitful.

    I learned how to be deceitful.

    Hating deceit, I learned trust

    and honesty

    and love.

    I’d like to thank deceit for that.

     

    Nostalgic Nixie

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

  • My Lovely Thief

    My Lovely Thief

    Rock – a – bye baby

                                        “Don’t you dare say goodbye.”

                                        I mutter to him

    On the treetop

                                        leaves sat still

                                        along with everything else

                                        as if all came to a crashing halt

                                        just for that fragment of time

                                        just for us

    When the wind blows

                                        We both grow cold

                                        I motioned for a hug

                                        feeling safe for that split second

                                        I knew that I wasn’t ready

                                        but I knew that I had to be

                                        I was starting to lose

                                        the rhythm of my breathing

                                        inhaling his scent

                                        my head was now in enticing ecstasy

                                        knees weak

                                        I started to lose my footing

    The cradle will rock

                                        the engine started to rock too

                                        “We have to go soon,”

                                        my eye sockets started swelling sad tears

                                        like the actress that I am

                                        I pretended not to hear him

                                        and just kept holding on

                                        as if it was my life

                                        in fact

                                        It was

    When the bough breaks

                                        That red muscle

                                        in the center of my chest

                                        that muscle

                                        as big as my fist

                                        started to fail

                                        it was breaking

                                        I could feel it

                                        I remembered the night before

                                        quite perfectly

                                        laying on his bare chest

                                        feeling his heart drum against my ear

                                        its beats in sync with mine

     

    The cradle will fall

                                        I couldn’t hold it in

                                        clear liquid started to stream

                                        away from my chocolate eyes

                                        running down my cheeks

                                        to my chin

                                        dampening his shirt

                                        “Sorry,”

                                        I whisper

                                        not knowing

                                        what I was apologizing for

    And down will come baby

                                        His eyes met mine

                                        as he looked down upon me

                                        it was the first time

                                        that I wasn’t able to get

                                        to the other side

                                        not being able to see

                                        through the windows of his soul

                                        I knew that I’m going to lose him soon

                                        Yet

                                        a spark of hope was lit

                                        when his soft supple lips brushed against mine

    Cradle…      

                                        I felt safe again

                                        in that love bubble

                                        like a baby safely tucked in its cradle

                                        My insides were dancing

                                        like pathetic peasants at a festival

                                        My subconscious smiled

                                        as I cried

                                        I turned around

                                        not wanting to see the car drive off

                                        The wind picked up again

                                        harder this time

                                        I could feel that the warmth was gone

                                        He took it with him

                                        He took my heart

                                        He took my soul

                                        My lovely thief

                                        He took everything

    And all.

     

     

    Nostalgic Nixie

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

  • 24 Ways to Win a Girls Heart

    1.When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better." This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.

    2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really, really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.

    3. Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.

    4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. If she is, say "you better be." Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show her you care.

    5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.

    6. Recognize the small things; they usually mean the most. Then when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewelry is for wussies and Asian ladies.

    7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When she is, stare into her eyes, mouth the words 'f*ck you,' and grab the other girl's ass. Girls love competition.

    8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "…because I can."

    9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick". Women love those special nicknames.

    10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.

    11. Warm her up when she's cold… but not by giving her your jacket, because then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say, "If you don't stop b*tching about the cold right now, you're going to be b*tching about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.

    12. Take her to a party. When you get there she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party's dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.

    13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn't girls?

    14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things. Like basketball.

    15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.

    16. If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.

    17. Every time you're in her house steal one of the following: shoes, earrings, or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way she'll go crazy.

    18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order interrupt and say "No, she's not hungry". Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.

    19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then clock her one. Girls love a spontaneous guy.

    20. Give her one of your t-shirts… and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell. A bad smell. You know what I'm talking about.

    21. If you're listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This way she'll think you're mysterious.

    22. Remember her birthday, but don't get her anything. Teach her material objects aren't important. The only thing that's important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.

    23. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then next time you know she's coming over on a trash day leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that much, but I think it's funny.

    24. If she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will ensure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call you're going to tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited. Now don't call. That's also quite funny!

           Stole this bit from Jade! ^_^ Hope you don't mind, hun.

    Loves and Kisses,
    Nixie

Thursday, April 24, 2008

  • Random Facts

    ...that I find quite interesting.


    Fish cough.

    Pigs get sunburned.

    Oysters can change their genders back and forth.

    Fish can drown.

    Lizards communicate by doing push-ups.

    Beavers were once the size of bears.

    Giraffes can lick their own eyes.

    Cows give more milk when they listen to music.

    An ostrich brain is smaller than its eye.

    A baboon is a variety of lemon.

    Butterflies were formerly known by the name “Flutterby”.

    A housefly hums in the key of F.

    Baboons were once trained by the Egyptians to wait on tables.

    A twit is the technical term for a pregnant goldfish.

    Beavers have orange teeth.

     

     

    The dot above the letter ‘i’ is called a tittle.

     

     

    You burn 20 calories per hour chewing gum.

    A one-minute kiss can burn 26 calories.

    Frowning burns more calories than smiling.

    You will burn 7 percent more calories walking on hard dirt than a pavement.

    You burn more calories sleeping than watching TV.

    Licking a stamp burns 10 calories.

    Smelling apples/ bananas can help you lose weight.


    Loves and Kisses,
    Nixie

Sunday, April 20, 2008

  • You.

    I.. I just can't sleep.







    I'm involuntarily losing weight.. FAST!



    and it scares me.





    ;_;


    Why do I choose to keep torturing myself?

    I swear, I'm gonna die soon.





    :[

    How can I make you stop................?



    I'm not even sure you're going to read this.







    Psh.






    Well, this is bull, huh?




    You make my life a living hell.


    I hope you know this.
    this was written before the poem below...

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    • Name: Nixie
    • Country: United States
    • Metro: Oxnard
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 5/18/2005

What to know???

  • I suppose you'd want to know my name. Well, you can call me Nixie, or Mia. How old am I, you ask? I'm 16. I'm a junior. I hate the color pink but I love the color blue. I was born in the sweet month of September, and two days before the cut-off for Libra starts. So yes, I'm a Virgo. I love to write. And read. In my spare time you'd find me eating. The bathroom is my thinking place. I love to cook. I also love photography-- scratch that, I love art in general. I can't study properly without listening to music. Do I have a special someone? Yes. A thousand times, YES! Two actually. In love with one, obsessed with the other. Don't worry, there's no cheating involved, I swear. Bo keeps me company. Bo is my cat. I can be quite materialistic. I spoil myself. Chocolate charms me. Rain calms me. Sun lightens up my mood. I can be very emotional. So yes, I love 'chick flicks'. I prefer hanging out with guys because girls tend to cause drama.

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