Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poem

  • People Fall

    people fall all the time they break down without even knowing they succumb, even when there’s nothing to fear they lose themselves to what isn’t even there these ghosts, they haunt and they taunt for no reason sometimes, all you can do is try to be strong even when you feel so weak inside people… Read more

  • This Is What You Wanted

    Melancholia. Cities of dust. States of mind, flowing like endless rivers. People dance, others collapse. My mouth takes a drag on a cigarette. It blows out smoke to the blackened sky above. Beer and whiskey, churning in a greedy belly. Sleep stirs in the future. Unconscious desires, creeping in the shadows and at the nape… Read more

  • States Of Mindless Wonder

    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

  • Hell

    pain and mutilation suffering so serene detest insects bleached skin and empty insides stain’d fuck’d howl’d with every passing second in every possible way we obliterate everything we are we doom ourselves to nothingness without so much as a thought as to what happens next Read more

  • Lover

    swallow a mouthful of wine swallow a mouthful of me watch the smoke from my mouth dance across your body watch these hands do what they want girl afraid just wishing to be touched to be loved like only a lover should so come on over come make us one with madness let’s find a… Read more

  • In Heaven, Everything Is Fine

    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

  • The Moment Our Lips First Met

    remember when our lips first met in that crowded room the taste of new born lovers overpowering like only romance can useless fears abandoned as we danced strangers no more intimacy so real as natural as birdsong the beauty in your eyes the love in your smile intoxicating astonishing immortal in my words never to… Read more

  • My Beard

    sometimes i get so alone that my beard’s the only thing that keeps me company this scraggly old beard of mine neither here nor there its colour not true too scruffy and unrefined lacking class and style sometimes there’s nothing more i want than to cut the fucker from my face ’cause its sympathy is false… Read more

  • Useless Generation

    they write books that say nothing they paint pictures to sell on biscuit tins and rugs all these artists with no voices no ideas worth repeating at all if you’re going to speak speak the truth even if it means derison and abandonment who wants to be part of their useless generation anyway? Read more

  • This Mess We’re In

    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