Love
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You can’t change the world, just the same as you can’t change time. These feelings come and go. From despair to wonder in the blink of a lazy eye. Sullen like an only child in the midst of the witching hour. As lonesome as a shadow on the wall. When the rain falls outside,… Read more
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Incense. Elicited through emotion, these ghosts play tricks on the mind. They move in and out with ease. Steady like the ebb and flow of a tide. Passing always like the clouds above our heads. Pale dots that move like ink across our eyes. They disguise the orderless truth of wasted days. Trees creep down and… Read more
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Havana. Wisconsin. Trespass my soul for a new way to find the secrets we long to see. Native American fears. Boundless skies stretching blue for as far as the eye can see. Oceans in a bellybutton. Trees hold memories. They sing to us as we walk so lonesome to pass the time of day. A… 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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New York snow. A labyrinth of streets with no name. Prise open the door of a crashed car as the steam from nearby sewers engulfs us. We implode as a train on the subway derails to the ringing of the Liberty Bell. Plastic chairs that fall into the gutter as buildings collapse beneath a… Read more
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Don’t subscribe to self help. Never listen to advice from shit eating smiles. There are no easy to follow steps. Guidance is useless, the only way is to walk through the fire. It will hurt. There’s no lie in the truth. You’ll do it alone. You were born alone, and you’ll die it too. They’ll… Read more
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Witches cackle around their cauldrons Wind blows cold bringing nothing but desolation Stale tea stained breath beneath my pillow Shallow hearts disappearing on every street corner Etched faces in trees reminiscing of what was once mine Everything’s eventual like the dimming of a star Blind are those who see but not who hear Builders of… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 