Lucid
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A vision of something else. A vision of something more. How the years have rolled by like thunder. How they’ve got behind me like a thousand faces with names I can’t remember. Love comes and goes. Feelings and sensations lost like money in a bar on a crowded Saturday night. All that alcohol. Those myriad… Read more
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I didn’t do much this weekend. Didn’t even change my clothes. Sat there reading and smoking; the larks called to me, but I ignored them. My dad was sprawled out on his bed upstairs. The cancer hasn’t spread, so there’s no need to remove half his face. His back troubles him, however, and reduces… Read more
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It’s full dark. The city sleeps alone. A movie plays without sound. The stars burn along with a cigarette as somewhere out there, all my lovers dance in unison. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting for my touch once more. Beyond oak trees blanketed by midnight wonder, the ones I’ve loved speak to me of… Read more
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Out of the shadows, she dances within my drunken hands. Lips kissing beneath rain and scaffolding, the town is ours and always will be. Years from now, this moment will never leave. It never has. Saturday night neon replaced by midnight melancholy by the dim churchyard. All those graves as she led me to… Read more
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Things that fall out of reach. A lovers smile misplaced like car keys before the daily slog into work. Being as though I don’t drive, I’ve no idea what that feels like, but I imagine it’s as pointless as everything else. Burn your calenders. Rip out the pages of your diary and stuff them down… Read more
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The future is an open wound. It’s a wasp crawling up your arm on a warm summers day. In fields of golden corn and sunflowers, she evades my gaze yet her body itches for my touch. The absent lover, always creeping in the shadows. Dormant for so long, it’s so easy to be passive,… Read more
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Just a little love. Just something to ease the painful bones of a man at arms length with the world. No secrets, only fear. Lymph Nodes on the operating table. Drugged up and far away from pain, the horror of the day to day. It’s in the way she used to wear a short… Read more
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Sedation leads to creation. Solitude breeding wonder with every breath. I’ve tasted normality and madness, and the latter is far more preferable. Failure is the key to everything. There is no loss, only footsteps that guide us all the way. Disaster while sat on the edge of the bed; words that remain hidden beneath… Read more
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Autumn loss and breasts that bounced upon unwashed bedsheets. In the neon light they captivated whilst the universe danced at a loss. All avenues of time colliding whilst my hands held your arms tightly behind your back. You were mine. In reality and in dreams, you belonged to me. Heat death and big crunches. Shooting… Read more
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They tell me to take drugs, but my eyes are already open. My mind is an obsolete machine, it serves no other purpose than to eat all that it deems fit. Brunettes between the chair and the bed. Tight thighs and patterns in the sand. Wreck those relics of porn and bury your fears beneath… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 