Sadness
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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
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The pages of a book, fluttering in the breeze. Something feels wrong. Something out of place. I’ve been so ill. Ever since she left me, there’s been nothing at all. Faces come and go, but they reek of poverty. Poverty of the soul. Too much cheapness. Too many shadows. Haunted by mistakes, by passing feelings. Read more
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Walking through the woods on my birthday, and it’s pissing down with rain. I’m drenched. My cigarette goes out. Stood sheltering beneath a tree, a fox runs out from a bush. It looks at me, stops, then runs back. I’m tired, and there’s nothing to do. I don’t want to do anything though. Except write, Read more
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After finishing my shift at work today, I now have nine days off. This time last year, I was on holiday with my then lover. Years before that, I was on holiday with a pregnant lover in a log cabin. This time, it will be spent alone. In some ways it’s sad, and it makes Read more
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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
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Islands of dreams. Of naked desire. Strip it back, and taste a little truth. Don’t go into work tomorrow, spend the day in bed with me instead. Let the sun wake you up at midday. Then just lay there, looking up at the clouds as they pass on by high above and out of reach. Read more
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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
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My soul is strange. It’s tender and tired, like an old Welsh song. Yet it’s also so hateful, like a spurned lover left dangling in the wind. Like a discarded rag, caught on a branch of some broken tree. The scent of her room, still so fresh after all this time. Dust and memory. Read more
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Don’t be upset. There’s no need to feel lonely. Lay down upon your bed, and breathe in the warm air that longs to comfort you. Listen to the birds, to the traffic as it endlessly rolls past outside. Let the tears come, let all the pain in the world empty itself from your tired 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
Author S. K. Nicholas 