Poetry #2
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he’s handy with his fists likes to give her a good hiding when she steps out of line he does it ’cause he’s weak and she’s beautiful, like all women are giving birth to the wonders of life, all he gives birth to is an absence of meaning without her, there’s nothing of value to Read more
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wondrous milky bitch she is ready and willing for all i’ve got to give a million dead children shooting over her chest swimming there in pools of lust and lukewarm desire i’ve taken all her secrets stripped her bare and shamed her through the sensation of ecstasy, surging through her veins nothing to hide, Read more
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liberate yourself by repelling ghosts kick those yesterdays to the curb and throw away the doubt that grinds you down replace it instead with the maddened belief that life is far more than a process of gaining money through repeated tasks we are not monkeys we’re starlovers conscious minds burning brightly in a universe of Read more
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sometimes i get so alone that my beard’s the only thing that keeps me company this scraggly old beard of mine neither here nor there its colour not true too scruffy and unrefined lacking class and style sometimes there’s nothing more i want than to cut the fucker from my face ’cause its sympathy is false Read more
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all those truths left unuttered and obscure embracing the night alone with our hearts searching out secrets like headlights in the snow we could’ve taken it all be we never had the guts to discover for sure and then we never recovered oh these hours bring me down but as long as the Read more
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they write books that say nothing they paint pictures to sell on biscuit tins and rugs all these artists with no voices no ideas worth repeating at all if you’re going to speak speak the truth even if it means derison and abandonment who wants to be part of their useless generation anyway? Read more
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she’s got a cheating heart but so have i we’re both as bad as each other i want to hurt her to make the tears fall from her lying eyes to make her heart break as i tell her that i never really loved her she’s lonely wreckage a wilted flower and it’s no fault Read more
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waking up next to your stretched skin my eyes hurt from the dirty sunlight that pours in through the window head cracked like an egg mouth dry with shame, suffocating so heavy, so dead this is what i wanted this is what i get cheapness, drowning in empty acts that attack the very heart of Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 