Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Reflections

  • Sometimes I Make You Sad

    Sometimes, all a man has is the ability to make a woman sad. There’s something in seeing the tears roll down her face that makes us feel some sense of worth. Maybe it’s control, or we’re just impotent in love and compassion. Monsters, aren’t we all. So dumb and numb, we attack beauty in an attempt Read more

  • Be Natural

        There’s no such thing, as a broken machine. No dead ends, only visions of possibility. Try again, and make it better next time. Learn. Experience. Walk a path, and realise that it’s not about the destination, but about the journey. Ignore deadened souls. Go to those who have something magical about them. Some Read more

  • Dead Lovers

        The days’ pass as they always do. Moments in time, like raindrops falling whilst you sleep at night. All of those smiles, and all of those embraces, swimming within your head. Visions of the past, shifting all around. Fleeting faces, with eyes as wide as stars. Burning into your tired, old heart. They Read more

  • Yr’self

    You can’t keep running from yourself. Can’t keep burying your head in someone elses dreams. There’s no escaping the mirrors of your mind, no matter how hard you try. The years come and go. Faces and landscapes, fading into a blurred haze. Money buys new ways to disguise loneliness and guilt, but the pain is Read more

  • All The Lonely Lovers

    These nights bring nothing but stillness. Stillness in the leaves, and stillness drifting with the breeze. They ache of loneliness, yet their beauty is glorious. Soft like bedsheets and sand. Numb and confused. Floating through time and memory. My clothes slipping from my tired body, the haze of autumn days calls to me through the Read more

  • Useless Generation

    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

  • Days Of Calm

    Ink across the eyes, moving invisibly like ghosts. Woken by a car alarm, dreams of a sexual nature shattered making me bury my head beneath a pillow in despair. It was a good dream as well. So much flesh and desire. So much warmth, only to be lost so cruelly in an instant. Sunshine shining Read more

  • Doubt

    Do it like you mean it. Stand up like a nail, and never falter through doubt. Doubt kills like a cancer. To doubt, is to cut ones wrists. It’s to drown in the murky seas, waving like a lunatic as you desperately sink beneath the surface. If you feel it, don’t doubt it. Go ahead Read more

  • Days Of Wonder

      Nothing of any meaning comes from complacency. That’s what I told myself whilst walking around the quarry this afternoon. Just after this photo was taken, it started to piss down. So, taking refuge beneath some trees, I sat and smoked a cigarette. No art of merit is born without pain, I said. There needs Read more

  • Days Of Creation

    After finishing my shift at work today, I now have nine days off. This time last year, I was on holiday with my then lover. Years before that, I was on holiday with a pregnant lover in a log cabin. This time, it will be spent alone. In some ways it’s sad, and it makes Read more