Poetry
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disappearing moments swirling like cigarette smoke above saddened heads the past clings leaving a scent that always reminds you of what used to be sometimes it makes you smile sometimes it makes you wish with all you had that you could get back somehow get back to the sunshine that always shone so brightly and Read more
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ink across the eyes floating like clouds drifting like carrier bags in the wind the mundane lives of the british all the dead insects wasting themselves like it were something meaningful they spit at the sky raging at the emptiness that never seems to leave these barren lands full of supermarkets and office blocks buildings Read more
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as daddy boils water to kill ants i say hello blue sky hot and happy, sunday forever playing games at the foot of the garden tomorrow far away wasps and lemonade freshly cut grass, flowers face up with a dog chasing stones monty, a boys best friend afternoon car journeys to swamps bigger than the Read more
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in her bedroom with the curtains drawn there was never any war just love peace, sleep moments in time known only to us bedsheets, warm darkness, night moonlight sunlight showering us as we fucked like nothing else mattered and it never did just two hearts desire, sighs eyes gazing, seducing open mouthed and begging for Read more
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all the dreadful people the ones who try too much to be real something they’re not weighing me down like heavy balloons i’m a good guy really with a decent heart but the world’s turned me into a cynical prick with hardened feelings and a lack of sympathy for anyone but myself i try to Read more
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y’know, you’re looking for answers in all the wrong places always running craving some kind of mental clarity but all you ever do is push those around you away further and further each day y’know, if it wasn’t so tragic it would be funny and i’d laugh until my sides burst emptying my alcoholic guts Read more
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hey, don’t be dragged down by the fuckers that hate themselves for being so ugly for it must be so gruesome to wear their awful faces with lying, empty hearts beating in their horrid, awful chests they’ll do anything they can to mutilate the beauty of what you are slashing at your dreams and pissing Read more
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the sounds of drilling and dogs barking no other people just me and my self loathing basking in sickly sunshine cigarettes and headaches emptiness forever even the trees don’t care for what i have to say they just sway like they’ve done for centuries everything goes on pain, love and misery oh misery me stood Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 