Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

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  • Blindness

    Don’t subscribe to self help. Never listen to advice from shit eating smiles. There are no easy to follow steps. Guidance is useless, the only way is to walk through the fire. It will hurt. There’s no lie in the truth. You’ll do it alone. You were born alone, and you’ll die it too. They’ll… Read more

  • Glimpse

    A child discovers snow for the very first time His hands shiver as the flakes fall upon his pale face He dreams of a lover within a book Kissing brings perfection It holds the key to a timeless time Forever out of reach in the depths of pure imagination Read more

  • The Horror

      Separated fluids deemed superfluous. Lenses lost on the bottom of the sea. Lost futures. Crushed hopes buried beneath a landslide of shovelled shit. American streets of nowhere. Stop talking crap. Always trying to be obscure. Forever begging to be different by putting on the same old act- each act progressively worse than the first.… Read more

  • Myth

    slowly these days turn in circles it’s yesterday now tomorrow’s been and gone like the truth were just a novelty just another building for dead people just another white lie to blind faded eyes the universe collapses whilst lovers burst into flames I forget the pain I forget their names repeat until it sinks in remember… Read more

  • Mark Off Each Day With A Cross

    Faces in a black and white photograph. Childhood nightmares wrapped in animal hearts. Blistered skin beneath an opaque sun. She bursts into flames. She speaks soundless words as day turns into night. Each blameless vessel, lingering out of view as the city lights blind with cheap trickery. Forged in empty spaces of time, stories that… Read more

  • Days As Shapes

      Random encounters on the freeway. I’m grotesque. A mess of nerves and anxiety. Collapsing always, a waste of talent drifting among stationary vehicles on a cold, January night. The moon is dead. Dead like the rest. Drowned beneath century old icebergs. Mothers tongue ready for the haunt. Seven circles of hell around erect nipples.… Read more

  • Past & Future States

    The trick is to stay angry. Contentment will be the death of you. Always want more. Strive for what’s out of reach. Be hungry for all they say is not within your grasp. It’s so easy to become stationary. To become pale beneath a godless sun. The worst thing is to lose sight of yourself.… Read more

  • Stain’d

      Each individual is nothing on their own. Spirits that grow in the shade. Keep yourself hidden. Turn your back and stay within. Modern cities and integrity. The merchandising of memory. Brands to keep us slaves, to keep us safe from harm. Open up. Speak truths hidden from sight. Can’t release. Can’t find the words… Read more

  • Words In The Snow

    I’m sat in the corner of the room looking at myself. A dark shadow hangs over me. The world rages unseen. The troubles that occur with the turning of a clock. Behaviour fails when enjoyment makes way for routine. The day to day bullshit of trading dreams for normality. This life is too bland. Originality… Read more

  • Bag Lady

    If you stop dreaming then you’re as good as dead. All the useless ones with their heads buried in fickle currency. Whatever you do, don’t become like them. When you lose grip on the madness, you fade away. Only bones covered in pretend flesh are left. Condemned to be a brick in a wall taller… Read more