Rain
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I woke to the sound of heavy rain. Fragments of a dream in my head. An ex-lover, the cheating one. She’d been wearing a dress whilst walking through the snow. The sight of her had made me happy. Yet when I woke, I could only feel cold and indifferent. It’s strange to think that I Read more
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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
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i’m lost inside my head too many yesterdays too many voices belonging to the dead they follow and they haunt mock, taunt all wide eyed dreamy leaving me gasping for more stuck in a stasis a false reality in moments of time rainy nights, a drunken haze the ghost of a girl who used Read more
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it’s pissing down outside streets drowning, alcohol staining my dirty insides if only the sky could become a sea and swallow me up if only the layers of time could tear open allowing me to go back to a place i once belonged rain, always rain filling up my tired, heavy heart like an ocean Read more
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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
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The hours passing slowly. Pacing the floor, with bodies outlined in chalk. The rain outside ceaseless, aching bones, all too restless. Like the grave with spirits stirring within. Those who have gone before, all they want is to come back, to be warm once more. Being dead is lonesome; it’s a solitary pastime. On stormy nights Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 