Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2015 12:40:44 GMT -5
Fallen
Lifeless,
Dreamless,
Everythings so senseless.
The moon rises,
Falls.
Still suspended,
Still trapt.
Moon rises,
Falls.
Frustrated with her poem Nym marks a big x on the page. Sighing and rubbing her right temple. She closes the little binder, taking one more look at the front as she rolls her eyes, placing the little binder into the back pocket of her blue jeans. Sitting there in one of the cafe's chairs. She sighs again wondering what in the world made her think writing her own poems were such a good idea. Crossing her arms on the table, she lays her face on them. Trying to figure out how writing was going to help her through her drama and her family. She didn't want to be a waitress all her life. But, there has got to be something other than writing crappy poems. She smirked to herself then thought, as if anyone would buy her junky poems. Relaxing her face and letting out a long sigh. She was happy she came into the cafe early. Her shift didn't start for another thirty minutes, so she had time to waste. She just couldn't believe she had wasted most of her time writing. Nymphaer couldn't get over how stupid she felt for trying and failing.
She looked up from her arms at the cafe's clock. Rolling her eyes, she got up and went into the back. She was bored and feeling sorry for herself. More than usual. So, she decided to punch her time card in and get to work. After she timed in, she grabbed the black hair tie that was around her wrist and put her mid back level length red hair up into a pony tail. She went around cleaning tables just to have something to do. She didn't like her job, but then again, she didn't hate it either. She knew she might get in trouble again for wearing her black flip-flops. Even though, they were comfortable. The apron she was wearing covered up most of the pale teal short sleeve t-shirt she had on. The only reason she had on her comfortable clothes was to go for a run later. Yes, she was insane. But, running barefoot in the forest reminded her of running as her wolf self. Plus, lately she hadn't been able to run free on full moons. Not since her father died. Her mother was being a bit over protective since the death. No wonder Tristan's head was in the clouds and Iris was running wild in human form. Thinking about all of this was almost enough to give her a headache. Plus, there was the arranged marriage. She sighed and rolled her eyes on that thought.
She just couldn't believe that her mom was going to give her away to some brute! The nerve of it was annoying and insulting. But, there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother was the alpha and well, her mother. She didn't have the time or energy to challenge her decision. Not to mention, Tristan was backing their mother up. The big baby. Nymph knew it was just so mom's gaze wouldn't fall on him. Since, he was the oldest and should be married first. Realizing she had this horrible angry look on her face and people were staring. She quickly flashed a smile and went to the back to drop some dishes off into the sink. "Pull yourself together.", she whispered to herself. Besides, marriage probably isn't that bad, she thought to herself. She almost chuckled and went back to work.
Nym placed a few orders for people coming into the cafe. And, soon she forget everything that was weighing down on her. She was so focused on her job that everything she had been thinking about. Went to the back parts of her mind. Cleaning tables, placing orders, serving, rinse and repeat. Anyone with a mundane task as these would surely be thinking of other things as well. But, that's why Nymphaer liked this job. The tasks were easy enough that she could get lost in them and forget.
Lifeless,
Dreamless,
Everythings so senseless.
The moon rises,
Falls.
Still suspended,
Still trapt.
Moon rises,
Falls.
Frustrated with her poem Nym marks a big x on the page. Sighing and rubbing her right temple. She closes the little binder, taking one more look at the front as she rolls her eyes, placing the little binder into the back pocket of her blue jeans. Sitting there in one of the cafe's chairs. She sighs again wondering what in the world made her think writing her own poems were such a good idea. Crossing her arms on the table, she lays her face on them. Trying to figure out how writing was going to help her through her drama and her family. She didn't want to be a waitress all her life. But, there has got to be something other than writing crappy poems. She smirked to herself then thought, as if anyone would buy her junky poems. Relaxing her face and letting out a long sigh. She was happy she came into the cafe early. Her shift didn't start for another thirty minutes, so she had time to waste. She just couldn't believe she had wasted most of her time writing. Nymphaer couldn't get over how stupid she felt for trying and failing.
She looked up from her arms at the cafe's clock. Rolling her eyes, she got up and went into the back. She was bored and feeling sorry for herself. More than usual. So, she decided to punch her time card in and get to work. After she timed in, she grabbed the black hair tie that was around her wrist and put her mid back level length red hair up into a pony tail. She went around cleaning tables just to have something to do. She didn't like her job, but then again, she didn't hate it either. She knew she might get in trouble again for wearing her black flip-flops. Even though, they were comfortable. The apron she was wearing covered up most of the pale teal short sleeve t-shirt she had on. The only reason she had on her comfortable clothes was to go for a run later. Yes, she was insane. But, running barefoot in the forest reminded her of running as her wolf self. Plus, lately she hadn't been able to run free on full moons. Not since her father died. Her mother was being a bit over protective since the death. No wonder Tristan's head was in the clouds and Iris was running wild in human form. Thinking about all of this was almost enough to give her a headache. Plus, there was the arranged marriage. She sighed and rolled her eyes on that thought.
She just couldn't believe that her mom was going to give her away to some brute! The nerve of it was annoying and insulting. But, there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother was the alpha and well, her mother. She didn't have the time or energy to challenge her decision. Not to mention, Tristan was backing their mother up. The big baby. Nymph knew it was just so mom's gaze wouldn't fall on him. Since, he was the oldest and should be married first. Realizing she had this horrible angry look on her face and people were staring. She quickly flashed a smile and went to the back to drop some dishes off into the sink. "Pull yourself together.", she whispered to herself. Besides, marriage probably isn't that bad, she thought to herself. She almost chuckled and went back to work.
Nym placed a few orders for people coming into the cafe. And, soon she forget everything that was weighing down on her. She was so focused on her job that everything she had been thinking about. Went to the back parts of her mind. Cleaning tables, placing orders, serving, rinse and repeat. Anyone with a mundane task as these would surely be thinking of other things as well. But, that's why Nymphaer liked this job. The tasks were easy enough that she could get lost in them and forget.