Poetry
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open the bottle and taste a little sweetness to go against the shame it’s raining, maybe snowing and i’m howling to the moon my veins are pumping, balls throbbing and there’s just no way of knowing what i’m really like but the taste of it is enough to make me numb the way i stick Read more
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stood in the kitchen with my hands upon your hips and your lips touching mine the warm september sun shines through the open door leading to a garden you played in as a child sometimes it’s the smallest things that tell you it’s real love the scent of perfume and the wind dancing with your Read more
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it rains and it rains to kingdom come flooding the streets and washing the pain away if only for a while my bones ache and i feel bad for nothing feels real even the snails and their tiny little deaths crunching beneath my feet leave me indifferent and empty everything is dim from the evening Read more
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on the streets where chaos reigns all deathly and hellish as the tyres stack around their necks light them up, strike them down cause that’s what the people want watch them burn laugh as they scream beg for more and beg that it’s never you Read more
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breakfast consists of a mouthful of kisses and even though i’m so much older (and so much colder) a girl like you makes me feel alive at least for a while it’s just that nothing lasts forever and there’s too much sadness (and too much heartbreak) to feel happy at times but when i look Read more
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drinking beer and sweating like a fucker cause my fan wont work i’m naked and i can’t open the window cause all the spiders will get in and crawl over my face so i write and drink as the evening disappears blissfully unaware of the horrors outside that destroy beauty and innocence like it’s something Read more
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stillness gone waking shattered head all broken and dismal with the taste of shame flowing through my veins turning on my side she sleeps like a child lost to the world and still part of last nights allure stumbling to the bathroom and pissing like niagara falls such a familiar feeling and knowing pain that Read more
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clenched fists and stale cigarette smoke the kind that clings to your clothes making you out to be some kind of romantic soul you’ve got all the words and act the part with ease but something in your head keeps you from succeeding it’s the fear of stepping outside of becoming something different driving you Read more
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stood in a darkened room and smoking a cigarette whilst gazing out the window my mind’s a blank and there’s nothing i’d rather be doing and there’s no one I want to be talking too it’s just me and the silence of a friday night as the world turns on like it always does and Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 