Writing
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My mother was telling me about some kids she went to school with back in the seventies. One died in a fire while working in a hat factory. The other succumbed to a brain tumor, the third, a motorcycle crash. All that potential snuffed out before they even had a chance. Now they’re just… Read more
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These old ghosts. They stink of dust and candle wax. So many broken promises, lost love, and letters to the dead. Haunted by the coming of autumn and the falling of dying leaves. Fields of corn where I escape to when reality becomes too much. She sleeps so tender yet her tongue is cursed.… Read more
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The cat keeps on looking at me. I throw a marble at it, and he runs into the kitchen and sulks. I’m tired, so I drink another beer and study my Christmas presents. Earlier, I received a message from a girl in America. She thanked me for existing. It made me feel less like… Read more
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All day long I’ve been bombarded with other people’s opulence, so much so that I prayed for war during the Queen’s Speech. When I calmed down, I watched in silence as rain got in through the window and extinguished my candle. I’m angry, yet do nothing about it. Too many whiskies last night has… Read more
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Three stars upon her forehead, and the discovery of adult literature as she hides in the undergrowth. Piano music to drive away monsters lurking in early morning sorrow. Addiction, sometimes chemical, sometimes creation. Growing a beard to summon past ghosts, only to shave it off while bored and lacking in emotion. Nothing touches me… Read more
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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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In a constant state of unrest, my eyes are orbital hell. In a perpetual frenzy of feeling, she undresses without having to be asked twice. The lights of passing cars come and go while we smoke in the shadows. Dead leaves and stomach ulcers as the crowd disperse without knowing who or what we… Read more
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These bags of bones. These humans so captivated by all that’s useless. Bodies that grow old and dreams that die along with the last days of childhood. You’re so beautiful, and yet you’re in love with climbing the golden ladder that leads only to death. Fitting in. Succeeding with others. I should worship these… Read more
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The frame that captures your face. The mirrors that reflect the beauty of what you are. All those lonely roads, seeping from the corners of your eyes, drowned in time and lost adolescence. Relics of memories. Like particles of dust, drifting without words. Immersed in daydreams, I’m too tired to be coherent. To drift… Read more
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I want to fuck you on the shores of Fukushima; to taste all that’s toxic about your body and damn myself in the process. Beer doesn’t work the way it used to. The memory of your face duller with every lover, my tendency for adultery’s hard to resist. It’s in the search for more… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 