KayNyxArtist – Medium

Apr 26

Ophelia 2022

One fine day, Winnie the Pooh was exploring the 100 Acre Woods. Pooh Bear was humming joyfully to himself: “hum de dum dum dum”. He gathered a lot of beautiful flowers, hoping to distract some bees later whilst he ate their honey. Pooh very much loved honey. Suddenly, a stampede of Woozles and Heffalumps started to encircle pooh, shouting: “PAY YOUR TAXES. GET A SUIT. WORK IN AN OFFICE. STOP DREAMING.”

Childhood

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Ophelia 2022
Ophelia 2022 by Symbolist Artist, Kay Nyx. © COPYRIGHT 2022 KAY NYX. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.One fine day, Winnie the Pooh was exploring the 100 Acre Woods.
Pooh Bear was humming joyfully to himself: “hum de dum dum dum”.
He gathered a lot of beautiful flowers, hoping to distract some bees later whilst he ate their honey. Pooh very much loved honey.
Suddenly, a stampede of Woozles and Heffalumps started to encircle pooh, shouting:
“PAY YOUR TAXES. GET A SUIT. WORK IN AN OFFICE. STOP DREAMING.”
Pooh was dizzy with confuddlement! Pooh Bear backed away from these terrifying monsters.
SPLASH!
In the river Winnie the Pooh fell.
Smiling, he forgot who he was, he forgot his dreams, and he forgot all about honey, his most favouritest thing in the whole wide world.

Mar 1

Ukraine

Ukraine Under thundering pressure Keeping freedom in your hearts Resisting the terrorism Attacking blind faithfulness In the face of horror Now all the innocent suffer Europe cries for you

Ukraine

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Ukraine

Under thundering pressure
Keeping freedom in your hearts
Resisting the terrorism
Attacking blind faithfulness
In the face of horror
Now all the innocent suffer
Europe cries for you

Feb 28

So, our County has a Book Festival each year, and I thought I would join in this time.

So, our County has a Book Festival each year, and I thought I would join in this time. We have been asked to write short stories about Space, with a maximum of 50 words only. We were allowed to interpret Space however we liked. Now that the deadline has passed…

Flash Fiction

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Feb 28

Seven Hours

You’re a brain eating bacteria, A gluttonous parasite. You live your symbiotic lifestyle With lies and your untruth. You’re a pile of sick, Regurgitated insincerity. You roll around and lick it up, All your own insecurities. You’re the prideful abusive sinner, But you think you’re a martyr, Wearing your crown of wrath, Smiting those who loved you, God! You’re not the envy of the mortals, The only ones with a view. You lust forever for our lives, Never knowing who you are inside.

Poetry On Medium

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Seven Hours
You’re a brain eating bacteria,
A gluttonous parasite.
You live your symbiotic lifestyle
With lies and your untruth.
You’re a pile of sick,
Regurgitated insincerity.
You roll around and lick it up,
All your own insecurities.
You’re the prideful abusive sinner,
But you think you’re a martyr,
Wearing your crown of wrath,
Smiting those who loved you, God!
You’re not the envy of the mortals,
The only ones with a view.
You lust forever for our lives,
Never knowing who you are inside.
The seven hours we spent together,
Being inflicted by your sloth.
I will never understand your view,
And never did you want me to.

Feb 28

Social HIT

In the early evening — it rises, Scratching at the earth. Making Mother fear the quizes, Whilst it tries to verify it’s birth. Fracking all reality, throwing out the truth, Machines grinding, adding to the plot. This contra-dectective sleuth, Is ticking boxes, eliminating all we’ve got. Annihilation, that’s the crisis. Insanely marching towards deaths kiss. Leave it to it’s own devices, Who is going to pay these prices?

Poetry

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Social HIT
In the early evening — it rises,
Scratching at the earth.
Making Mother fear the quizes,
Whilst it tries to verify it’s birth.
Fracking all reality, throwing out the truth,
Machines grinding, adding to the plot.
This contra-dectective sleuth,
Is ticking boxes, eliminating all we’ve got.
Annihilation, that’s the crisis.
Insanely marching towards deaths kiss.
Leave it to it’s own devices,
Who is going to pay these prices?
You salute the flag of s**t,
Grinning proudly, it’s got the bit.
Throwing hails — encouraging it!
Gather around the genocide pit.
Our forces organise a counter-blow,
Tipping your society down below,
But you can stop it.
You can grow.
Don’t let your gravestone record the lies,
Don’t let equality, justice and truth die.
It’s social, don’t you know