Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Writing, Solitude, and the Need to Express Myself

    Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend… Read more

  • Tell Her

    as thunder rolls across this humdrum town i think of the woman i love and all the words that she deserves maybe someday i’ll write them down for life’s too short to keep the heart at bay she knows them anyway but you can never tell the one you love enough how much they mean… Read more

  • Nights Of Madness And Love

      Scrubbing her skin, she’s stood divided before false mirrors. Excited, a lovers touch echoes somewhere in the back of her mind. The way he used to take her, his hands shedding her clothes to the bedroom floor. It was something I did very well. Crucifix cuts across my arms, the act is initiated with… Read more

  • This Is How It Feels

    love is what i live for the sweet embrace of someone who owns my heart but fuck does it hurt at times sometimes i wish i didn’t feel so sensitively i wish i was stronger but it’s better to feel too much than to not feel at all Read more

  • Tonight

      tonight the ferris wheel spins amongst the stars flashing lights dazzling like lovers heaven sent her to me yeah she’s heaven scent glowing like the faces that watch with mesmerized eyes flying through the air our hearts are alive and beating as one she’s made of a billion colours all dancing before me as… Read more

  • Eskimo Kisses

    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

  • This Sullen Welsh Heart

      My soul is strange. It’s tender and tired, like an old Welsh song. Yet it’s also so hateful, like a spurned lover left dangling in the wind. Like a discarded rag, caught on a branch of some broken tree. The scent of her room, still so fresh after all this time. Dust and memory.… Read more

  • Sunny Afternoon

    In the English countryside, I’m surrounded by fields of corn and the history of ages.  On lazy Sunday afternoons, all you can do is smile. Despite everything that might be wrong, just go for a walk and let it all go, if only for a few hours.  Away from everyone, I’m at one with myself.… Read more

  • Saturday

    The evening rolls in. Warm, fresh. Fading blue skies. Work was busy, unfulfilling. The heat brings out women. Short skirts, cleavage on show. So many beautiful women. Sometimes, one will give me a smile. Occasionally, flirting occurs. I imagine what it would be like to fuck them. I see us both naked, going at it… Read more

  • Heat

    Have a beer, a smoke too. Take a piss, and feel like a king. Remember the way she used to give herself to you. No shame, only physicality. Hips of a goddess, and breasts that mirrored the shape of my hands just right. Waking up next to her in the morning, I’d always slip one… Read more