Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Love’s Embrace

    open your skull try to realise what it means when you’re alone and gasping for air those moments when love immerses you in its nature the desperate sense of longing that takes over yearning for the one you love’s embrace the one your dreams revolve around who sleeps deep inside your heart making a nest… Read more

  • Portal

    the days remain the same a killer on the run killing lovers for fun familiar sister troubled brother always falling apart coming undone she should be an exit but it’s just so damn easy to lose touch when flesh and sex pulse on every street corner in this darkened city Read more

  • Thoughts on Turning 30

                The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The… Read more

  • Some Sense Of Happiness

      The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make… Read more

  • Life

    The world can be an ugly place. Sometimes, it might as well be hell. Forget all the bullshit though, all the damned stuff that we seem to cling to with a passion, and let us embrace the ones we love. Life’s too short to do anything else. We’re a long time dead for sure. Read more

  • Lovers Poem

      her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath… Read more

  • Starless

    my soul is a thousand years old landfill, buried junk i’m the loneliest man in a city that never dreams isolated, like the moon older, colder than i dare admit born from an ancient collision a secret, lost in time haunted by the ghosts of all those that have gone before my blood bubbles with… Read more

  • You’re Doing It Just Right

      Don’t be upset. There’s no need to feel lonely. Lay down upon your bed, and breathe in the warm air that longs to comfort you. Listen to the birds, to the traffic as it endlessly rolls past outside. Let the tears come, let all the pain in the world empty itself from your tired… Read more

  • Words From The Past

      i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used… Read more

  • Never Be Normal, It’s A Fate Worse Than Death

    The secrets of her womb, motel walls painted vagina red. Oh, how the lovers stroll hand in hand, blind and in love. It’s nothing but a cheapened facade though. For their love is false. Born out of boredom, and swallowed up like hospital food. All those burning wheels, turning on the horizon as we fuck… Read more