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From time to time, just let go. Sunshine and smiles. No barricades, only the sweet taste of summer. Eternal youth, so beautiful beneath a flowering blue sky. Sometimes I get so lonesome, but there’s more to life than meets the eye. These nights, they burn with secrets. There’s no controlling all that rages unseen.… Read more
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we don’t owe you our bodies nor our hearts and minds for together we burn dancing on thin ice we don’t care what tomorrow holds because tonight is ours so lets give in to what we feel inside lets be natural is there anything else? Read more
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I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more
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Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit… Read more
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too many people too much junk a tasteless affair, draining daily always the same the shame, of being so different should just surrender be like everyone else but that would surely be a fate worse than death thin and dreamless starless like an abyss gotta keep those dreams burning bright gotta hold on to… Read more
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Moodswings and changing faces. Big bad bones, ready to break and taste. The sandman comes calling. Comes wishing for a warm body to call his own. All that skin, and all those dreams, just begging to be consumed. Beneath flickering lights, a fan cuts through the air. Fingers peeling off useless clothes, the only thing… Read more
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pretty girls make graves/donkeys under starlight starved in half/worshipped so sweet souls just holes/stuffed with contempt no cure only pain/ scorched into pale eyes sex without love/lifeless like a whore banality and the mundane/drip fed so cute morality no sense/obliterate with regret stained bodies/shackled by stained chains bourgeois so bloody bourgeois/unclean in sin lipstick… Read more
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The lower men crawl with insects. In their lungs, and in their mouths. Vague blurs. Drifting in and out. Aversion. Perversion. Children of nowhere. Dead, and addicted to rainbows. Organic sex, so fluent in a language we know not of. Dumb and despaired. Depleted dreams and arsenic. Empty bottles of god, left cold like… Read more
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Love is the devil. Against time, we struggle so hard to understand who we really are. There are no answers, only questions. No destinations, only islands in time. Chasing tails, we get caught up in useless formalities. Just let go, and take hold of something more. Feel the heat of someone who gets under your… Read more
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Incinerate. The touch of a madman. Beat his brains out. Diaries that never speak. A drop of whiskey. More tears than smiles. More sea than earth. How we fight against it, each and every day. Broken ribs. Split lips. Tube fed dysmorphia. Is it cruel, to breed destruction? Surely not, in a world that… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 