Dreams
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Loneliness gives birth to strength. Away from others, I’m able to focus on what I need in order to become something above and beyond. It’s not that I don’t care, or that my heart’s without love, it’s just how things must be. There’s a story that needs telling, and It’s been neglected for so long.… Read more
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Every tear that you ever shed, another reminder of what’s invisibly changing you. Every drunken kiss, a reason to not wake up the morning after. Those connections we share despite our situation. The devil in you, and the angel in me. Sometimes reversed, sometimes the same. Handfuls of your hair, and then the next minute… Read more
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it’s like time doesn’t exist, it’s like everything is happening at the same moment, and it is, more or less, i guess. i heard some music and it thawed out my heart, it was the past slipping out of an ice block. those years that get behind you, they pull on those strings and make… Read more
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One half of me pictures her on a golden plateau wearing a pretty skyline dress, her face painted cute with lipstick and mascara, so tempting like only she knows how. I walk towards her, my hands wanting, not caring about anything else. Ripping off her dress, I reveal a body I’ve taken so many times… Read more
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Something I once wrote, six long years ago; the melancholy of a supermarket on a friday night is indescribable, it’s the saddest thing ever, watching all those people, all those traces of human existence, coming and going, it’s unbearable. i didn’t stay long but it was long enough to infect me. friday nights watching the… Read more
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All those times she slept alone while I stayed up writing and drinking. Succumbing to madness, there was nothing else I could do except to give in to temptation. The nights burned with fire, and they still do. I can’t rest like others. Can’t accept the comfort that’s worshipped with complete devotion by so many.… Read more
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I’m sat in a cafe where creation and banality are born in equal measure. The streets are busy, and all the pale sex machines walk by without even looking. Push up bras and black stockings. Empty heads and muscle machines. Suits and designer stubble, all of them swirling arm in arm like turds down… Read more
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Aching limbs galore. Mind and body half asleep. Unwashed and unshaven, a month old beard hanging from a face that doesn’t care. When the sun comes out, I sit in the garden. When it rains, I go indoors and make myself a cup of tea before falling asleep. Several hours later, and the words come… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 