Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

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  • Wish Me In You

      Let me take off your clothes. Let me strip you clean, of all those useless barriers. Let me see you for what you really are. To demean is out of the question, I just wanna taste beauty. To slip inside of you, and feel some sense of worth. To belong. Nude truth, beneath the… Read more

  • Waste And Perfection

    Wash beneath your foreskin. Be concerned by cancerous moles. Check for lumps. Hold your balls, and search for the end. Get fucked up. Fuck, like there’s no tomorrow. Drop acid. Drink until your insides bleed. Smoke until your lungs burn black. A vision of the future- an old man dying, pacing the hospital floor. Heaven… Read more

  • Choke

    lucid and betrayed  crack’d like skulls and  stain’d into what we are  only human  a version of reason  averted from unseeing eyes  don’t choke on regret  just surf wave after wave  and  never forget that there’s nothing more  nothing more than this  Read more

  • Be Natural

        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

  • Do What You Want With Me

    Times hand won’t catch me. The watchful eyes of the damned, so pointless and sterile. Grow a beard. Feel your balls harden with every passing hour. Smoke a cigarette, drink a beer whilst watching bombs and whores destroy all in sight. All flowered up, the bodies of women circle red holes slashed into the fabric… Read more

  • Happy Like Murderers

    they say we’re happy like murderers  a perfect storm of  lust and insanity  smeared across  cruel, blood red lips  there’s something between us  that they’ll never understand  there’s a way of being  that goes beyond mere  ways of seeing  together, we burn like flares  flung into the darkness  points of origin  shining through the void … Read more

  • Future Sin

    Confined by design. Through streets of apathy we bow down to crippled crows and absence. Chaos. Reined in dismay. There should be something more, but it does nothing but bore. Eclipsed by half-formed shapes on the side of her face, she riddles me with a kiss. Olden weighs, soaked with beer and love. Heavy shadows,… Read more

  • Little One

    little baby daughter swimming in the waters of a dirty womb gotta get out gotta be free but this life was never meant to be sometimes things go wrong it’s just how it is innocence succumbed like footprints in snow one tiny step at a time little baby daughter let me hold your hand if… Read more

  • The Way We Merge

    Something stirs within me. A yearning to taste. To be a man again. These hands of mine, they grow restless at the thought of all they could be exploring. A body ripe with magic, mine to discover and seduce. Tender, milky flesh. Breasts so juicy. Hips the shape of my hands. We are war. Soft… Read more

  • Black’d

      Human ruins/Human future  Seeds of destruction/Seeds of wonder    Read more