Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poetry #3

  • Days

    those days where you lay in the bath unwilling to do anything hot water easing aching bones sounds drifting in through the window flies and sometimes spiders dust that collects around the sink it’s not sadness, more just a feeling of wanting to be away from everyone else Read more

  • White-Teethed-Fear

    Found a poem I wrote a few years ago, back when I wasn’t writing: They are celebrity Respectably Socially The epiphany of what we are They taste the sun It turns them on It makes them feel At one with God They think I’m waving Yet I’m drowning No substance here Just white-teethed-fear They think Read more

  • B

    handprints and footprints in the sands  desperate cries that belonged to just you and I  there’s no other way, and with each and every day  my bones grow colder  so much older than before  there’s just no going back, no changing the beast that I am  Read more

  • Soft as Snow

    fallen gloves in the snow with angels overlooking the town below she danced like a cat and as I drank the words burned brighter than flames and brighter than fright we were bored and life was great nothing to fear nothing to doubt only the moments our lips kissed against the world oh how we Read more

  • We All Turn To Dust

    navigate a different path examine yourself judge yourself divorce yourself from reality know your birth lust the melancholy of where you come from the feral ways of future past fifty words to describe sadness several ways to walk in a straight line the only thing that ever changes is you the world stands still a Read more

  • Suicide Journalist

    he worshipped bacteria instead of lovers  drove an old Pontiac whilst drowning himself in miracle sauce  words made him now they fail him  suicide journalist as he puts one in the chamber  dying like the future  succumbing  like everything else  Read more

  • Something in the Way

    something in the way  a brokenness so numb  forever mocking like an enemy  the days go on  they  frustrate  only letting go when sleep comes calling  it’s a damned journey  but the only way out  is through  Read more

  • I Will

    will you keep out the sadness  (the days will always be warm)  will you wrap me in imagination  (they’ll be no beginning or end)  will you take me away from harm  (I’ll be you superhero)  will you save me from myself  (only if you save me first)  Read more

  • Days of Despair

    between days of faith and despair the clock counts down the hours until my next descent on the edge of the bed the world falls apart it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets there’s only ghosts to keep me company now as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts there’s only suffering as the Read more

  • Drunken Collaboration

    Witches cackle around their cauldrons  Wind blows cold bringing nothing but desolation  Stale tea stained breath beneath my pillow  Shallow hearts disappearing on every street corner  Etched faces in trees reminiscing of what was once mine  Everything’s eventual like the dimming of a star  Blind are those who see but not who hear  Builders of Read more