Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

MyRedAbyss

  • Limbo

    it rains and it rains to kingdom come flooding the streets and washing the pain away if only for a while my bones ache and i feel bad for nothing feels real even the snails and their tiny little deaths crunching beneath my feet leave me indifferent and empty everything is dim from the evening… Read more

  • Necklace Of Fire

    on the streets where chaos reigns all deathly and hellish as the tyres stack around their necks light them up, strike them down cause that’s what the people want watch them burn laugh as they scream beg for more and beg that it’s never you Read more

  • Breakfast

    breakfast consists of a mouthful of kisses and even though i’m so much older (and so much colder) a girl like you makes me feel alive at least for a while it’s just that nothing lasts forever and there’s too much sadness (and too much heartbreak) to feel happy at times but when i look… Read more

  • On Tenterhooks And Collapsing

    I’m at the foot of the bed wearing only my boxers. She’s watching porn, and I’m writing a poem whilst fantasising about fucking her. I’m thirsty, and my balls ache. The room’s a mess, and we’ve done nothing all day long. It was sunny out as well, but I slept for most of it with… Read more

  • Boiled Like A Cheap Lobster

    drinking beer and sweating like a fucker cause my fan wont work i’m naked and i can’t open the window cause all the spiders will get in and crawl over my face so i write and drink as the evening disappears blissfully unaware of the horrors outside that destroy beauty and innocence like it’s something… Read more

  • Sunday

      I walk with no destination in mind. I talk to myself about nothing in particular.   The trees don’t talk back though. Nor the sky. Read more

  • Olden Days And Picking Thoughts

    I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to… Read more

  • Joy

    downing a beer after tasting another slice of death results in a quickened heart and a shortness of breath as the sun shines through the elms across the road into my room making me smile with a sense of joy i shouldn’t be proud of yet it’s just so hard to resist at times and… Read more

  • The Stains Of History

    Not sleeping, nor masturbating. No sex, and no drinking. These are the things I enjoy most. To not do them, makes me very dull. So instead, I run myself a bath and wait for the impending heat to warm my aching bones. Maybe I’ll read some Bukowski, or perhaps listen to a little music. Or… Read more

  • Chaos, Reigns

    Between the layers of my mind, thoughts shift without time. They come and go as they please, never daring to introduce themselves. They come dressed in sheep’s clothing, puckered up like whores kissing the shattered asphalt. Sometimes, they grip me and won’t let go. They seize me and shake my bones. Always ready and willing,… Read more