Art
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In the English countryside, I’m surrounded by fields of corn and the history of ages. On lazy Sunday afternoons, all you can do is smile. Despite everything that might be wrong, just go for a walk and let it all go, if only for a few hours. Away from everyone, I’m at one with myself.… Read more
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The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The… Read more
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Don’t be upset. There’s no need to feel lonely. Lay down upon your bed, and breathe in the warm air that longs to comfort you. Listen to the birds, to the traffic as it endlessly rolls past outside. Let the tears come, let all the pain in the world empty itself from your tired… Read more
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Symbols and Words A language that goes beyond. That goes deeper. Read more
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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
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The secrets of her womb, motel walls painted vagina red. Oh, how the lovers stroll hand in hand, blind and in love. It’s nothing but a cheapened facade though. For their love is false. Born out of boredom, and swallowed up like hospital food. All those burning wheels, turning on the horizon as we fuck… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 