Poetry
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I’m disillusioned. Relationships. Being shackled to another. All those souls who cling to imitation. Fairytale lives where the key is to be like everyone else. Don’t arouse suspicion, just fit in. Be normal. Be pretty. All those useless, beautiful faces. The sex on display that leaves me numb. Flesh and fertility, doing nothing other than… Read more
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Godless like a blowjob on the outskirts of a dirty town. Smeared mirrors on stained walls. A father kills his daughter. Breaks her teeth then tries to glue them back in. Throttled and betrayed. Purchased like cattle, and then slaughtered through ugliness. We the people, so dirty on the inside. Dress it up the best… Read more
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In her eyes, those black holes snuffed me out. They cut right through me even though this armour of mine has survived so many, many years. Silence and indifference, they’ve suited me just fine. To be alone has always been my wish. Untouched by reality, and forever swimming in my dreams. Infinity lands between us,… Read more
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She bleeds in her broken heart. She feels the hand of death between her tender legs with the ticking of every clock. Imploding with each breath, she clutches the ghost of her ex lover whilst trying so hard not to drown. All those ships sinking at sea. All those hands reaching up through the waves… Read more
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A vision of something else. A vision of something more. How the years have rolled by like thunder. How they’ve got behind me like a thousand faces with names I can’t remember. Love comes and goes. Feelings and sensations lost like money in a bar on a crowded Saturday night. All that alcohol. Those myriad… Read more
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I didn’t do much this weekend. Didn’t even change my clothes. Sat there reading and smoking; the larks called to me, but I ignored them. My dad was sprawled out on his bed upstairs. The cancer hasn’t spread, so there’s no need to remove half his face. His back troubles him, however, and reduces… Read more
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It’s full dark. The city sleeps alone. A movie plays without sound. The stars burn along with a cigarette as somewhere out there, all my lovers dance in unison. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting for my touch once more. Beyond oak trees blanketed by midnight wonder, the ones I’ve loved speak to me of… Read more
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Out of the shadows, she dances within my drunken hands. Lips kissing beneath rain and scaffolding, the town is ours and always will be. Years from now, this moment will never leave. It never has. Saturday night neon replaced by midnight melancholy by the dim churchyard. All those graves as she led me to… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 