Loneliness
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You’ve got the money, but I’ve got the soul. Ain’t no romance in plastic culture. Ain’t no birth in sedated smiles. Creation swirls in the eyes of autumn lovers. Gothic women, and bearded machines. Too many dust filled relics of dead end visions. Life as magic, not tasks performed for dollars and cents. Trapdoors and Read more
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They sit around not knowing. They gaze at their wrapped sandwiches feeling as though they used to be alive. The ones that wear suits are no better. They try and pretend but I can see in their faces that they don’t have a clue. Images can’t cover truth. A desperate sense of longing will always Read more
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Skylights as another darling cuts herself whilst pouting in the mirror. All this misery in self obsession. This damned lust for sadness when the horrors of nature should make us thankful for everything we already have. Sex can’t save you, nor can the embrace of yet another blurred face. It comes from within. Redemption and Read more
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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
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the days are lost to me sinking suns and eskimo kisses hushed like the smothered cries of a lover timeless time smeared across my aching heart always with regret oh these shameful hands of mine caressing shadows that are hopelessly tinged with longing Read more
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cities. glass. gunshot wounds red. zygomatic arch. open mouthed nothings. on the corner of. 58th street snow falling. eyes crying rivers of blood. in. new york city cigarette smoke. desolate. heart shattered dreams. and fragments. of bone. desperately clinging. to last moments skylines leaving. brown eyes. closing always ending. in. dark city help. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 