Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Art

  • Are You Awake?

    All those freaks. Those fucked up losers trying to cling to things that aren’t even there. Lost and weak. Heads full of stupid ideas. Hearts full of love with nowhere to go. Always fearful. Always regretting what can’t be undone. So many mistakes. So many wrong turns. But where’s the fun in fitting in? Where’s… Read more

  • Chance

    there’s something in her style of beauty the way she carries herself so naturally to think a grown man could be so giddy to think someone so subdued could feel so pure yet you haven’t seen her the colour of her eyes the truth of her smile it’s in the way she moves in the… Read more

  • Tell Me What You See Inside

      When you tear away from what you don’t need, let me know what you see inside. Picking scabs just won’t do. Peel back all of your flesh and let me in. Let me catch a glimpse of the secrets you keep so well hidden. Eclipsed by misery no longer, give me a chance to… Read more

  • Heartbreaker

    She sings of depth perception in my viewing lens. She watches as her cigarette bounces in the rain. There’s sadness in her eyes, and untold fire in her belly, and I imagine her lying next to me, sprinkling secrets on my pillow. The shades drawn, she’s hidden in my arms. Soundless shapes, eclipsed by highways… Read more

  • Be What You Want

    Life is a series of accidents. Some good, some bad. The stuff we plan is usually boring. Things to pass the time of day. Things to occupy ourselves, to take our minds off more meaningful subjects. Y’know, love and death. The heavy shit. Everything I’ve ever planned has been half-hearted. Nothing has ever interested me… Read more

  • Violator

    Girl got a grin on her lips. All doe-eyed and cute. Butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. In her hand and on her belly. My insides burn as she squeezes tight. She ignites the monster that resides behind these cold, blue eyes. Blurred images. Dented craniums. Flashing lights on the flesh of her thighs. Snakes… Read more

  • Fall Into My Arms

    Give yourself to the arms of fate. Let someone save you when you need saving most. Don’t be afraid to speak the words you hide inside. Don’t be afraid to open up for fear of being shunned. Be crazy with devotion. Love until it makes you sick. What’s the point in keeping it all in… Read more

  • People Fall

    people fall all the time they break down without even knowing they succumb, even when there’s nothing to fear they lose themselves to what isn’t even there these ghosts, they haunt and they taunt for no reason sometimes, all you can do is try to be strong even when you feel so weak inside people… Read more

  • Snuff

    Poetry in suffering. In drinking too much. In self-abuse and the dissolution of pointless bones. The mad should be worshipped, and the sane boiled in their own self-righteousness. Outcasts and dreamers. Eaters of words, and takers of hearts. If you can’t sleep, fuck. If you can’t fuck, sleep. The golden sentence, dancing behind black’d out… Read more

  • This Is What You Wanted

    Melancholia. Cities of dust. States of mind, flowing like endless rivers. People dance, others collapse. My mouth takes a drag on a cigarette. It blows out smoke to the blackened sky above. Beer and whiskey, churning in a greedy belly. Sleep stirs in the future. Unconscious desires, creeping in the shadows and at the nape… Read more