Writing
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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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remember when our lips first met in that crowded room the taste of new born lovers overpowering like only romance can useless fears abandoned as we danced strangers no more intimacy so real as natural as birdsong the beauty in your eyes the love in your smile intoxicating astonishing immortal in my words never to… Read more
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Sometimes, all a man has is the ability to make a woman sad. There’s something in seeing the tears roll down her face that makes us feel some sense of worth. Maybe it’s control, or we’re just impotent in love and compassion. Monsters, aren’t we all. So dumb and numb, we attack beauty in an attempt… Read more
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From time to time, just let go. Sunshine and smiles. No barricades, only the sweet taste of summer. Eternal youth, so beautiful beneath a flowering blue sky. Sometimes I get so lonesome, but there’s more to life than meets the eye. These nights, they burn with secrets. There’s no controlling all that rages unseen.… Read more
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we don’t owe you our bodies nor our hearts and minds for together we burn dancing on thin ice we don’t care what tomorrow holds because tonight is ours so lets give in to what we feel inside lets be natural is there anything else? Read more
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I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more
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Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit… 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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On the brink of reason. A Landscape of yesterday’s rolling like thunder. Faces and places so quickly forgotten. Moments so strange, existing outside of time. A cool embrace upon the ashes of autumn leaves. More than a feeling. More than a woman. Something far beyond what we’re made of. Surrounded by objects, we seek… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 