MyRedAbyss
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I’m sat in the corner of the room looking at myself. A dark shadow hangs over me. The world rages unseen. The troubles that occur with the turning of a clock. Behaviour fails when enjoyment makes way for routine. The day to day bullshit of trading dreams for normality. This life is too bland. Originality… Read more
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If you stop dreaming then you’re as good as dead. All the useless ones with their heads buried in fickle currency. Whatever you do, don’t become like them. When you lose grip on the madness, you fade away. Only bones covered in pretend flesh are left. Condemned to be a brick in a wall taller… Read more
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son, husband father, grandfather a crazy diamond until the end a lifetime of stories, of mysteries and of love always searching for adventure always seeking the great beyond my childhood you shaped the man I became guided by your vision a fool and a poet, you were more than words could ever describe time may… Read more
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Humans once happy now reduced to mere fingerprints. The strangeness never goes. It never leaves no matter how hard you try. Anniversary of detachment. From coast to coast the bodies sway in time to the music. Drowned family. No childhood. Just a box of relics that fuses love and loss. Heavy drinking leading to birdsong… Read more
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Bald headed Lothario, who fucks in squalid toilets. Those teeth of yellow gravestones. Those dried up gums resembling a dead hookers snatch. The horrors of middle age lust. The irony that’s too ironic to be spoken out loud. Mute applause is all he dreams of. Loves dart, broken and nowhere to be found. Cover fat… Read more
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Aching heads. Imploding bellies. Torn throats from shards of soundless glass. Blown lullabies upon her broken spine. Ashes fall from grey skies. They dance in the air just out of reach. Empty buildings strewn across landscapes old and humble. Ghost towns inhabited by the braindead. Motherfuckers one and all. Cats drinking milk in the cold.… Read more
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10lbs of bones. 21 women. It could be more but never less. Lakeside lovers. Poverty in crows feet. Identify my lack of guts amongst the dreams of sleeping bees. Honey soaked guilt. Shoes in the corner of a darkened room. Wolves at opaque doors. Smoke cigarettes to open passage ways to the unborn. Sniff fingers… Read more
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spreading like oil she spreads like a shadow on the moor come become one shapeless bodies, weightless desires as the night breaks us down come become one Read more
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Buildings in the sky. Markings on humble bodies. Low income dreams. Individual fantasies on a grand scale. Aggressive yet passive. Demonic yet platonic. Stray dogs in California. Insomnia in your local cemetery. Day to day lust. Suburbs to the crystal hills. City black’d guns. Shut your windows. Keep closed your doors. Sixteen years pretty, a… Read more
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the scars of our past a design for life that needs breaking sorrow for sale and the kicks we need everlasting like fury forget the gutless wonders destroy the walls of doubt the indian summer behind our eyes shining despite the fear that shackles us to all that we must let go speak the words… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 