Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Time

  • Moments

      If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we Read more

  • The Secrets That I Desire

    Symbols and keys to soft machines and madness.   They deceive themselves whilst I suck on my cigarette. They chew themselves up as I remove her clothes and see just how lean she really is. I’m not a monster though, I’m just curious. The stars burn behind my eyes, have done for years. The outer Read more

  • Starless

    my soul is a thousand years old landfill, buried junk i’m the loneliest man in a city that never dreams isolated, like the moon older, colder than i dare admit born from an ancient collision a secret, lost in time haunted by the ghosts of all those that have gone before my blood bubbles with Read more

  • Sunday Afternoon

    Waking up in the afternoon, half the day has already been and gone. It’s warm, but there’s no sunshine. I dreamt of Jackson Pollock, and a taxi driver being shot whilst waiting at a set of traffic lights. His attacker was the passenger sat behind him. He shot him in the back of the head Read more

  • Swirl

    disappearing moments swirling like cigarette smoke above saddened heads the past clings leaving a scent that always reminds you of what used to be sometimes it makes you smile sometimes it makes you wish with all you had that you could get back somehow get back to the sunshine that always shone so brightly and Read more

  • The Stains Of History

    Not sleeping, nor masturbating. No sex, and no drinking. These are the things I enjoy most. To not do them, makes me very dull. So instead, I run myself a bath and wait for the impending heat to warm my aching bones. Maybe I’ll read some Bukowski, or perhaps listen to a little music. Or Read more