Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poetry

  • 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

  • Feed Me

    all the tired lovers regurgitating their love over and over and over again Read more

  • Don’t Wanna Wake Up Next To Your Stretched Skin

    waking up next to your stretched skin my eyes hurt from the dirty sunlight that pours in through the window head cracked like an egg mouth dry with shame, suffocating so heavy, so dead this is what i wanted this is what i get cheapness, drowning in empty acts that attack the very heart of… Read more

  • Sometimes

    sometimes, love leaves me like a dream upon waking and although i fight to keep it it just won’t stay sometimes, my heart aches from all my mistakes all those words that i kept silent hidden from the ones i loved for so long sometimes, i wish i could make the right move and not… Read more

  • Writing Saved My Lost Soul

    It seems that going mad was the best thing that ever happened to me. Before the breakdown of my relationship, and the mess that followed, I’d become complacent. Writing didn’t mean that much to me. Yes, I was working on a novel, but that had been reduced to wallpaper long beforehand. Whenever I tried to… Read more

  • Know

    they say they love you but it’s bullshit they just love the way you make them feel not that it bothers me of course that’s how it works and i’m just as guilty i know Read more

  • Days Of Wonder

      Nothing of any meaning comes from complacency. That’s what I told myself whilst walking around the quarry this afternoon. Just after this photo was taken, it started to piss down. So, taking refuge beneath some trees, I sat and smoked a cigarette. No art of merit is born without pain, I said. There needs… Read more

  • Islands

    showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts… Read more

  • Sophie Says I’m Sick

    sophie says i’m sick  when i tell her i want to see what she looks like inside sophie says i’m sick  when i part her hair and caress her breasts so pert beneath a floral dress sophie says i’m sick  when my nicotine stained fingers pinch her nipples until the tears well in her pretty… Read more

  • Let’s Get Lost

    give me a lover who dreams like i do not another obsessed by the mundane oh, the banality of our lives lusted after with blind stupidity in the blind hope that to become like everyone else will somehow set us free instead, take me by the hand and dare to step outside let’s get lost… Read more