Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Creative Writing

  • On The Horizon With Bleeding Flowers And Love-Soaked Smiles

    She comes to me at the bottom of a bottle. She swims in each mouthful, with cigarettes smoked in a drunken haze. Sparks of yesterday, glowing in her tricky brown eyes. Broken towns and factories. Boarded-up shops that speak of loss and sorrow. The rain came down, soaking us as we kiss. In the park… Read more

  • Sleepflower

    oh these days in hell I can’t seem to find myself wasting away the hours left cold and alone with only dust to keep me company stay in bed stay safe from anything that hurts and everything hurts between the sheets there’s only faith when love and flesh fade these ideas will last forever so… Read more

  • Big Fish

    Figures dissolving. Landscape blinking through neon eyes. All those lovers, throwing themselves into the night. Those mad, troubled seers of visions, always reaching for something more. What disturbed minds they must have, for wanting to cling to the belief that life is more than just a series of achievements. Events to be photographed. Steps climbed… Read more

  • Hell

    pain and mutilation suffering so serene detest insects bleached skin and empty insides stain’d fuck’d howl’d with every passing second in every possible way we obliterate everything we are we doom ourselves to nothingness without so much as a thought as to what happens next Read more

  • To Repel Ghosts

    These English days. Gravestones and poets, arm in arm and wishing to be left alone. Friends beyond words. A sadness in the air that brings comfort. A natural melancholy wrapped around flesh and stone. The trees speak of time. They whisper of things amiss. Animals and children, the innocents who need protecting. Monstrous humans, more… Read more

  • My Epicenter

    Rocking back and forth, the hours tick away. Earth child, so sad and in need of comfort. We all fall down. We all break apart regardless of who, or what, we are. Flickering light of a candle, casting patterns on pale skin. Headaches cutting through mushy brain cells. Balls full of spunk, bursting at the… Read more

  • Look Closer

    All those things we overlook. Those moments we leave behind because we’re too busy chasing a destination that will never arrive. So frantic are we rushing forwards, counting down the days so eager for what the future holds. But the future never comes. We are here only now. We exist only in this moment. Plans… Read more

  • The Maelstrom Of Our Hearts

    In the woods. In the forest. Gunshot wounds and flowering angel lips. Death, falling like leaves. Piles of rocks, symbols of witches. Broken branches, and shadows growing long like the day. Eyes for teeth. Tightened rope. There’s a river that flows back to the source. There’s a creek shaped like a womb. It gives birth… Read more

  • The Great Attractor

    As long as it exists, your mind will never be free. Burning dogs in Hiroshima. Genital Mutilation on the streets of Amsterdam. Cars buried in snow. Cigarettes perched on the tips of bony fingers. Tasty ripe breasts. Juicy like fruit. In mind and body, we merge like waves. Spinning plates and cloudless highs. Formentera Lady,… Read more

  • Come Sail Away

    The still point of the turning world. Don’t talk about the weather, talk about love instead. Run fingers through auburn hair, and fall through the floor. Heartbeats echo. They spin without reason. Footsteps in the sand. Melting hands upon hips so soft. Stars and cosmic rays, colliding like cars on the freeway. Music makes us… Read more