Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Art

  • Melancholia

    The sense of numbness that comes with the leaving behind of childhood. Morning makes way for afternoon blues. Head ravaged by snot and despaired dreams, the horrors of my soul can be found in the bathroom toilet. Cigarette smoke unleashing the hell of what I am, there’s no joy to be found in the opening… Read more

  • Something in the Way

    something in the way  a brokenness so numb  forever mocking like an enemy  the days go on  they  frustrate  only letting go when sleep comes calling  it’s a damned journey  but the only way out  is through  Read more

  • This is What it Feels Like

    Time flies like a broken arrow. Magpies pecking for secrets in the soil, my story crawls lonely in the shade. It hides beneath her pretty little dress. Sun dyed hair blowing in the wind, there’s just no telling where my mind will drift to today. Each layer of what we call living exhumed, there’s no… Read more

  • Nailed to History

      Hands upon the canvas. Hands on her breasts. Cigarettes in the gutter like seasons spent in hell. Six sheets to the wind. Coffee in the pot like mental illness shifting through petrified trees. Closed-mouthed nothings across the table in a war-torn cafe. Boredom in approach. Aching formalities when the removal of clothes is all… Read more

  • Self Portrait on Train

    English wanker on a train Wordless vigilante no longer  (most of the time)  Read more

  • The Faithful Departed

      An obsession with the past. So much so that the present slips through your fingers. It’s in the romance of the fall. The struggle of dancing with distant stars and breathing in the intoxicating scent of every atom that burns with delirious passion. The descent is what makes us crave life. The hand of… Read more

  • I Will

    will you keep out the sadness  (the days will always be warm)  will you wrap me in imagination  (they’ll be no beginning or end)  will you take me away from harm  (I’ll be you superhero)  will you save me from myself  (only if you save me first)  Read more

  • The Lights of Our Minds

    A car alarm in the dead of night. Sleepless and wide awake. The town shimmers far below, it looks so beautiful from such great heights. The animals circle us as we dance. The birds in the sky swooping down to give us their flight. Old people with their grocery lists. With trembling bottom lips, they… Read more

  • Days of Despair

    between days of faith and despair the clock counts down the hours until my next descent on the edge of the bed the world falls apart it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets there’s only ghosts to keep me company now as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts there’s only suffering as the… Read more

  • The Ties That Bind

      You can’t change the world, just the same as you can’t change time. These feelings come and go. From despair to wonder in the blink of a lazy eye. Sullen like an only child in the midst of the witching hour. As lonesome as a shadow on the wall. When the rain falls outside,… Read more