Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • I’ve been sleeping all day pretty much. I’m tired, and my bones ache. Even a warm bath can’t seem to heat them up. My hands don’t belong to me, they go against my wishes. My body just won’t move. It’s given up so it seems. In my bed looking out the window, all I can… Read more

  • A Journal Entry

    My favourite time of the day is just after I’ve finished work and returned home. That bit where I lay down on my bed and listen to birdsong through the open window. Closing my eyes and drifting away but never falling asleep, I think of everything that I’ve ever experienced. People I’ve known, places I’ve… Read more

  • Van Gogh Lover

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  • Abstract Daddy

    The hidden depths. The ways of your desire. Perched on the edge of the bed, there is no line between where I end and you begin. Only I never end, not really. I am Abstract Daddy, a dream upon waking that never leaves you. There is no substance to what I am. I’m void of… Read more

  • Dulling Of The Senses

    My mind is a whirlpool of autumn eyes and half-remembered dreams. Dancing within, she torments me without even trying. The beautiful one, the one who’s struck me dumb with love. There are so many words I could use to describe her, but none could ever do her justice. In the future, when we’re floating somewhere… Read more

  • Howling To The Moon

    Let me take you by the hand, and show you the horrors of what will be. Let me peel open my skull, and let the flashing lights blind you with abandon. My hands around your heart, I can feel the trembling waves of guilt that overcome you. The linguistics of my madness blossoming in your… Read more

  • Petrified Trees

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  • The Fragments Fail Me

    Clutching at love like it doesn’t exist. In a world of inhumanity, salvation is all there is to cling to. The ones who make you happy. The lover that gets under your skin and into your heart. Close the curtains and embrace her. Let the war go on, let the bombs drop invisibly behind closed… Read more

  • Tiny Massive Hands

    Sinking feelings and angel dust. Babies breath and crushed hearts. Let me swim someplace where I can be free. Let me grow my beard and be a holy man. I’m tired of everything. Of broken dreams and time travel. My feelings are invisible, lost forever in the rain. There’s nothing in me except for a… Read more