Truth
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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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these bees, they swarm between hazy minds she’s just a girl and I’m just a boy from smile to smile a crow quickly flies these days, they swim across loves hushed hands caressing the ones that needs undressing the most shards of shards bodies coming together spirits glistening like snow we laugh and we want, Read more
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All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the future Read more
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too many people too much junk a tasteless affair, draining daily always the same the shame, of being so different should just surrender be like everyone else but that would surely be a fate worse than death thin and dreamless starless like an abyss gotta keep those dreams burning bright gotta hold on to Read more
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Moodswings and changing faces. Big bad bones, ready to break and taste. The sandman comes calling. Comes wishing for a warm body to call his own. All that skin, and all those dreams, just begging to be consumed. Beneath flickering lights, a fan cuts through the air. Fingers peeling off useless clothes, the only thing Read more
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The lower men crawl with insects. In their lungs, and in their mouths. Vague blurs. Drifting in and out. Aversion. Perversion. Children of nowhere. Dead, and addicted to rainbows. Organic sex, so fluent in a language we know not of. Dumb and despaired. Depleted dreams and arsenic. Empty bottles of god, left cold like Read more
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liberate yourself by repelling ghosts kick those yesterdays to the curb and throw away the doubt that grinds you down replace it instead with the maddened belief that life is far more than a process of gaining money through repeated tasks we are not monkeys we’re starlovers conscious minds burning brightly in a universe of Read more
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Shapeless, bruised skin. Dejected hearts, burning brightly once more. I want nothing to do with love because love is cheap. It’s second hand, riddled with contradictions and hypocrisy. Love is selfish when it should be selfless. Writing gives me all the affection I need. It gives me intimacy, and it gives me magic. Away from Read more
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Cute girls. Losers and fuck-ups. All the beautiful people. Boiling together beneath clouds and neon ghosts. My stomach hurts, so I have a beer to make it better. Galaxies, distant and barely visible, held beneath her tongue so natural. All the lonely souls, dreaming together in silence. In a sweet embrace, that no one will Read more
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Drinking beer in bed. My neck hurts. Could be cancer, but probably not. My balls are empty, wasted on empty lust. The sky grows dark, the moon, nowhere to be seen. My navel visible, my belly thinner than it was before. I’m watching a documentary about the universe. Reminds me that there’s more to life Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 