Music
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Bottled up feelings kept out of sight and hidden from view. They weigh you down, pulling you beneath the surface. Too many relics, too much junk. Always silent, never releasing. Never speaking the fears that choke you when you’re alone. Lost in the woods, in a maze of trees and broken dreams. Depression, anxiety. Read more
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They shove germs in their mouths. They disappear as if not really there. People that come and go. Days that drift away like faces in a crowd of neon ghosts. Exoskeletons. Dreams of a life. Every eye that meets your own. Every gaze that cuts through disdain. A smile to warm even the most deadest Read more
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Illicit. Complicit. A sandcastle of hopes and fears, dissolved as the quarter circle sun spins out of control on the horizon. All the love in the world. All the sex you could ever muster, smeared across your chest. The beating drums of faith, ringing in your pretty little ears. Holes of abstraction. Fit me together, Read more
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Passing ruins, these fingers tease repeatedly. Three in the chamber, and one in her mouth. A crow circles churches then collapses with no meaning. Blink at the sight of the seventh sun, come tumbling down with hawk eye blind reverse. Her flesh next to mine. Her mind a caterwaul of stars and non-dissolved prisms of Read more
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She sings of depth perception in my viewing lens. She watches as her cigarette bounces in the rain. There’s sadness in her eyes, and untold fire in her belly, and I imagine her lying next to me, sprinkling secrets on my pillow. The shades drawn, she’s hidden in my arms. Soundless shapes, eclipsed by highways 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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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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Hoisted into thin air. Stripped naked and brutally whipped. Flesh cuts and bruised like an apple. Body aches. A mind so tired. Alcohol numbed and stained with smoke. Sun scorched and distorted. Burning dogs running through the panicked streets of Vallejo. The midnight express. A state of mind. A way to visit places now lost Read more
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Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 