Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Dreams

  • She Sleeps With The Angels

    It’s in the trees, and upon her skinny wrists. It’s somewhere out of reach, and floating in the clouds. (Angel come closer, and bring me your dreams) All those yesterdays, those forgotten months and washed out faces. When life is somehow false, an apparition appears of what living should really be. When happiness is a… Read more

  • This Is An Exit, Back

    This is a way of leaving things behind. Of tasting things that were once real. She’s looking into the future. She’s looking at stars that have been dead for years. There’s all the love in the world, hanging from her neck. All the dreams you could ever muster, floating inside her head. There’s nothing more… Read more

  • We Pull The Stars From The Sky

    With everything silent and still, it’s just me, her, and a handful of ghosts. Laying on my side, there’s something so innocent about her as she sleeps. It’s in the way she curls beneath the blanket, nose twitching, eyes fluttering. It’s in the way she draws towards me, looking for comfort and safety while unknown… Read more

  • More Things I once Wrote

    I wrote this in September 2011 useless human. there’s no need for you, no need at all. jumpers from the twin towers, torn pages from a diary. one look at them tells me that it’s only flesh, no essence, no soul, just tight skin and mammary glands. photos never taken, childhoods lost in the haze… Read more

  • A Journal Entry

    My favourite time of the day is just after I’ve finished work and returned home. That bit where I lay down on my bed and listen to birdsong through the open window. Closing my eyes and drifting away but never falling asleep, I think of everything that I’ve ever experienced. People I’ve known, places I’ve… Read more

  • Abstract Daddy

    The hidden depths. The ways of your desire. Perched on the edge of the bed, there is no line between where I end and you begin. Only I never end, not really. I am Abstract Daddy, a dream upon waking that never leaves you. There is no substance to what I am. I’m void of… Read more

  • About A Girl

    It’s late evening, and I’m sat looking out the window while drinking beer. There’s a few streetlights dotted around and the occasional passing car, but that’s about it. Everything’s quiet. It seems so peaceful. So mundane. My fingers ache as does my back from poor posture, and I’m flipping between writing and nothingness. To combat… Read more

  • Plague Lover

    When you taste my plague, how does it make you feel? Those thoughts that blossom in your mind when I reveal myself to you, how much is pleasure and how much is pain? With blackened eyes and hardened bones, I’m something you can never escape from. You know my name, but can never bring yourself… Read more

  • Keep The Fire Inside (Burning Bright)

    There are times when all you want to do is give up. When the self belief you’ve always maintained just leaves you high and dry, the easiest thing to do is quit. All my life, I’ve known that I’ve been different from those around me. At first, I couldn’t put my finger on what it… Read more

  • Several Little Deaths

    Melting faces and ladybirds. Give me the taste of wine and let me celebrate the evening. Give me a girls hard body to grind up against. All the fucking and sucking of yesterday, I miss it more than ever. I miss those summers of doing nothing, of existing in a blur of oil paint and… Read more