Lovers
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Poetry in suffering. In drinking too much. In self-abuse and the dissolution of pointless bones. The mad should be worshipped, and the sane boiled in their own self-righteousness. Outcasts and dreamers. Eaters of words, and takers of hearts. If you can’t sleep, fuck. If you can’t fuck, sleep. The golden sentence, dancing behind black’d out Read more
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Ain’t got no time for simple minds. No desire for humdrum lovers. The boring and the bland, so hopelessly lacking in anything worth saving. Faces like windows down endless, damned streets. Lost innocence. Forgotten magic. Where once there was fire, there’s now just ashes. Relics of yesterday, shadows fading out of view. Isn’t it sad, Read more
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Starless lovers between mirrors and blades of grass. Dead seas of liquid mercury. Cold hearts, breaking with the distance of future. You had warmth, then you let it go so carelessly. You had love in tea cup, but you threw it away without even looking back. Sparks behind empty eyes. Animals cries, screaming on a Read more
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These English days. Gravestones and poets, arm in arm and wishing to be left alone. Friends beyond words. A sadness in the air that brings comfort. A natural melancholy wrapped around flesh and stone. The trees speak of time. They whisper of things amiss. Animals and children, the innocents who need protecting. Monstrous humans, more Read more
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take hold of what I am, plug me in feel the burn of a maddened, bad machine eating your bones scream those animal screams as my body moves into yours let me have what I wan’t let me have it all every ounce of your flesh in my hands oh, pretty girl just give me Read more
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All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the future Read more
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Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit Read more
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Cum on her tits. Cum in her mouth. All over her face, especially in her eyes. Bend her over, take her hands and pull her arms back. Fuck her relentlessly. Fuck her until the sweat pouring from your forehead blinds you. Pull on her hair. Grab her tits and squeeze ’em. Hair everywhere, brush it Read more
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she’s got a cheating heart but so have i we’re both as bad as each other i want to hurt her to make the tears fall from her lying eyes to make her heart break as i tell her that i never really loved her she’s lonely wreckage a wilted flower and it’s no fault Read more
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The pages of a book, fluttering in the breeze. Something feels wrong. Something out of place. I’ve been so ill. Ever since she left me, there’s been nothing at all. Faces come and go, but they reek of poverty. Poverty of the soul. Too much cheapness. Too many shadows. Haunted by mistakes, by passing feelings. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 