Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Alone

  • Nights

    the lights outside flicker lonely souls circling sidewalks eyes down to the dirty, wasteful ground petrified. desolute. alone. a labyrinth surrounding suffocating, eternally the sky does not exist for them too high! too high! Read more

  • Words From The Past

      i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used Read more

  • A Poem From Yesteryear

    i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its Read more

  • Sometimes

    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

  • Misery Me

    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

  • The Stains Of History

    Not sleeping, nor masturbating. No sex, and no drinking. These are the things I enjoy most. To not do them, makes me very dull. So instead, I run myself a bath and wait for the impending heat to warm my aching bones. Maybe I’ll read some Bukowski, or perhaps listen to a little music. Or Read more

  • Lonely Ghosts and Swaying Trees

    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