Beauty
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I barely even know her, yet she’s set my heart alight we might be worlds apart, yet she’s got me in her grip as natural as rain as natural as sin she blinks and blows smoke into thin grey sky natural like a woman seductive and sensual without even trying in just a glance she Read more
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Everything is so hopelessly beautiful. The sadness in the air. The dying of leaves and coming of winter. Romance in the fabric of heavy curtains. In the cigarette smoke that dances in warm sunlight. Being and nothingness. Solitude so sweet. Weak and fragile like a butterfly. It’s not a sin to be small. Not a Read more
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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
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I woke to the sound of heavy rain. Fragments of a dream in my head. An ex-lover, the cheating one. She’d been wearing a dress whilst walking through the snow. The sight of her had made me happy. Yet when I woke, I could only feel cold and indifferent. It’s strange to think that I Read more
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Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make Read more
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There’s no such thing, as a broken machine. No dead ends, only visions of possibility. Try again, and make it better next time. Learn. Experience. Walk a path, and realise that it’s not about the destination, but about the journey. Ignore deadened souls. Go to those who have something magical about them. Some Read more
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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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yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty Read more
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That feeling you get when you wake up in the morning with a hangover and a dry mouth. Sucking on an ice-cube can help. Makes the mouth taste less like a cats arsehole. Stumbling outside into the garden, I sat on the grass and watched a spider scuttle several feet towards me until a bird Read more
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Sinking feelings and angel dust. Babies breath and crushed hearts. Let me swim someplace where I can be free. Let me grow my beard and be a holy man. I’m tired of everything. Of broken dreams and time travel. My feelings are invisible, lost forever in the rain. There’s nothing in me except for a Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 