Depression
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between days of faith and despair the clock counts down the hours until my next descent on the edge of the bed the world falls apart it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets there’s only ghosts to keep me company now as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts there’s only suffering as the… Read more
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These rooms. They attract too many shadows. Balloons tied to my feet. Crayons drawn on my pale face to make me more colourful. Horses sinking on the horizon. Cigarettes staining what was once fresh linen. Stray dogs and energy drinks at every turn. Paychecks for virtual blowjobs. Writing not as something spiritual, but as something… Read more
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Don’t try finding me. I’ll be a ghost before dawn comes calling. Maybe it was just a whim. Maybe it was because the pieces couldn’t be put back together any more. Who can say when the only witness lays scattered in the dark. Who can say what we’re looking for when we ourselves can’t say… Read more
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Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that… Read more
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
Author S. K. Nicholas 