Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Anxiety

  • Tonight

      With that familiar grin spreading across her lips, I reach out to touch her face like so many times before. In a moment outside of time, I want to be truthful, to show my love in a way that goes against what they think I am. An embrace that denies defeat. A desire to… Read more

  • Friday July 2, 2009

    Something I once wrote, six long years ago; the melancholy of a supermarket on a friday night is indescribable, it’s the saddest thing ever, watching all those people, all those traces of human existence, coming and going, it’s unbearable. i didn’t stay long but it was long enough to infect me. friday nights watching the… Read more

  • Birdsong

    All those times she slept alone while I stayed up writing and drinking. Succumbing to madness, there was nothing else I could do except to give in to temptation. The nights burned with fire, and they still do. I can’t rest like others. Can’t accept the comfort that’s worshipped with complete devotion by so many.… Read more

  • Nausea

      I’m sat in a cafe where creation and banality are born in equal measure. The streets are busy, and all the pale sex machines walk by without even looking. Push up bras and black stockings. Empty heads and muscle machines. Suits and designer stubble, all of them swirling arm in arm like turds down… Read more

  • B

    handprints and footprints in the sands  desperate cries that belonged to just you and I  there’s no other way, and with each and every day  my bones grow colder  so much older than before  there’s just no going back, no changing the beast that I am  Read more

  • Midnight

    Aching limbs galore. Mind and body half asleep. Unwashed and unshaven, a month old beard hanging from a face that doesn’t care. When the sun comes out, I sit in the garden. When it rains, I go indoors and make myself a cup of tea before falling asleep. Several hours later, and the words come… Read more

  • Even Deeper

      Scattered black petals as she undresses beneath a crescent moon. Necklace removed then placed by the sink; an evening of shame slowly dissolves as she bathes herself in lukewarm water. If it takes a golden ring to capture her love, then that’s what it takes. If there’s nothing left to give other than saying… Read more

  • Human Puzzle

    If there’s anything worse than needing to take a shit, and being unable to get things going, then it’s someone celebrating becoming another brick in the wall. A well paying job. Married with ectopic pregnancies. The dismal horrors of a good pay check for doing nothing other than following a ghastly design of respectable life.… Read more

  • Pictures of You

    Concrete England. Countrysides and inner turmoil while fading in comparison to the Americans. Our killers pale; our sex so timid and sickly like sour milk. Short skirts and lipstick; kids in prams and needles flushed down toilets. The darkness within compared to smiles of sunshine and orange juice. Biscuit tins containing old bank notes mixed… Read more

  • Day of Burning Sun and Winter Lover

    The weather irritates my skin. It makes people come out the woodwork showing off their nauseating bodies. They look like bloated corpses, and I am not amused. It’s like being in an oven. Suffocating like burns victims. Sweaty everything as toothache robs me of sleep. I remember the drawings and kissed lips beneath dim lights… Read more