Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poetry

  • Guts

    it’s raining outside and i’m sickened blacked out and howling to the moon my guts everywhere chewed up like a plastic bottle left in pieces all over the floor being alone doesn’t bother me though not really i like the silence and my own company brings nothing but solace to think of her with another… Read more

  • Writing, Solitude, and the Need to Express Myself

    Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend… Read more

  • Tell Her

    as thunder rolls across this humdrum town i think of the woman i love and all the words that she deserves maybe someday i’ll write them down for life’s too short to keep the heart at bay she knows them anyway but you can never tell the one you love enough how much they mean… Read more

  • 4 Real

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  • This Is How It Feels

    love is what i live for the sweet embrace of someone who owns my heart but fuck does it hurt at times sometimes i wish i didn’t feel so sensitively i wish i was stronger but it’s better to feel too much than to not feel at all Read more

  • Tonight

      tonight the ferris wheel spins amongst the stars flashing lights dazzling like lovers heaven sent her to me yeah she’s heaven scent glowing like the faces that watch with mesmerized eyes flying through the air our hearts are alive and beating as one she’s made of a billion colours all dancing before me as… Read more

  • Eskimo Kisses

    the days are lost to me sinking suns and eskimo kisses hushed like the smothered cries of a lover timeless time smeared across my aching heart always with regret  oh these shameful hands of mine caressing shadows that are hopelessly tinged with longing Read more

  • Love’s Embrace

    open your skull try to realise what it means when you’re alone and gasping for air those moments when love immerses you in its nature the desperate sense of longing that takes over yearning for the one you love’s embrace the one your dreams revolve around who sleeps deep inside your heart making a nest… Read more

  • Portal

    the days remain the same a killer on the run killing lovers for fun familiar sister troubled brother always falling apart coming undone she should be an exit but it’s just so damn easy to lose touch when flesh and sex pulse on every street corner in this darkened city Read more

  • The Dunstable Dead

      in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes,… Read more