Anxiety
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don’t let the days bring you down don’t let the hate in your heart drag you beneath the surface where the waves ride high above your head, when there’s so much sadness pumping through your veins with things going wrong at every opportunity it makes it all seem so impossible, words that never come… Read more
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She’s curled up on the sofa in her pajamas. Or maybe she’s in the garden, sprawled on a blanket looking up at the sky. Light years and sunshine; comets and the taste of summer. Flies buzzing around her head, the hangover from the night before slowly sweats out of her. Sunday, the day when life and… Read more
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It’s early sunday evening. The sky is blue. It’s warm. A plane flies high above me, unaware of my watchful eye as it passes from one side of the window to the other before disappearing from view. I’m laying on my stomach, on a blanket on the floor. I like being on the floor, makes… 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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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
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downing a few beers and smoking a cigarette swinging on a busted tyre that hangs from a broken tree broken like teenage dreams yeah that’s just how it is how it’s always been they think I’m clean but I’m dirty oh so dirty and I can’t help but put this shit inside of me it’s… Read more
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Shedding skin and cracked teeth. The things you see on the streets, and the horrors of first light. The parade of carcass’s, attracting flies and lying eyes. It drains me to breathe the same air as them, to go through the motions of such banality. To pretend that it’s worthwhile and that the days have meaning… Read more
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I wrote this in September 2011 useless human. there’s no need for you, no need at all. jumpers from the twin towers, torn pages from a diary. one look at them tells me that it’s only flesh, no essence, no soul, just tight skin and mammary glands. photos never taken, childhoods lost in the haze… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 