Sadness
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You’ve got the money, but I’ve got the soul. Ain’t no romance in plastic culture. Ain’t no birth in sedated smiles. Creation swirls in the eyes of autumn lovers. Gothic women, and bearded machines. Too many dust filled relics of dead end visions. Life as magic, not tasks performed for dollars and cents. Trapdoors and Read more
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Bottled up feelings kept out of sight and hidden from view. They weigh you down, pulling you beneath the surface. Too many relics, too much junk. Always silent, never releasing. Never speaking the fears that choke you when you’re alone. Lost in the woods, in a maze of trees and broken dreams. Depression, anxiety. Read more
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Lump on my testicle. Drove me mad. Damaged brain, split me straight down the middle. The skull watching on the step, a reminder of what I am beneath. Young girl smoking a cigarette with fingers so slender. Teeth white slabs. Eyes shy and cute. Searching thoughts in the curve of her wrist. There’s something Read more
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Under a grey sky with clouds so suffocating, the scent of cigarette smoke rises unseen. So dirty and familiar, it calls my name. Rain falling heavy. People rushing back and forth. It’s romantic and sad at the same time. Melancholy, a feeling only the lonely will ever know. The birds fly but are never free, Read more
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Obsession. It’s an ugly word. It consumes all. A spark that can’t be seen. A feeling that can never be grasped. I’m lost inside my head, obsessed by imagery that no one else can see. They can’t taste it, nor can they comprehend what it means. Years ago I glimpsed the future. In a Read more
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Black holes and tranquillity. The gravitational pull of thighs. Those slices of time always out of reach. Bridges from my illness to yours. Prise open my chest and stuff it full of virtual highs. Cocaine on dollar bills. Bulimia down the back of the sofa along with a thousand black roses. All that space between Read more
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All those greedy bellies. All those juicy bodies just begging to be eaten. Forbidden fruits hanging from tainted trees. Indulge me in something extreme. Shower my eyes with kisses that taunt like a jilted lover. Emotions stubbed out like cigarettes. There’s nothing worse than panda eyes in the pouring rain. There’s nothing more cruel than Read more
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An obsession with the past. So much so that the present slips through your fingers. It’s in the romance of the fall. The struggle of dancing with distant stars and breathing in the intoxicating scent of every atom that burns with delirious passion. The descent is what makes us crave life. The hand of Read more
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between days of faith and despair the clock counts down the hours until my next descent on the edge of the bed the world falls apart it grows cold as my body crumbles beneath worn sheets there’s only ghosts to keep me company now as yesterday haunts and tomorrow taunts there’s only suffering as the Read more
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She takes photographs of dead people. She captures herself even though she has no image. Eating barbiturates keeps her face from sinking. American dead. London vampires feeding all through the night. Pouting little piggies, wrapped in cashmere with nowhere to look but down. Gaze at beauty and reduce it to a mere object. Worship the damned Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 