Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Some Sense Of Happiness

      The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make… Read more

  • Eye

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  • Life

    The world can be an ugly place. Sometimes, it might as well be hell. Forget all the bullshit though, all the damned stuff that we seem to cling to with a passion, and let us embrace the ones we love. Life’s too short to do anything else. We’re a long time dead for sure. Read more

  • Lovers Poem

      her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath… 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

  • You’re Doing It Just Right

      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

  • Extract From A Secret Journal

    Symbols and Words A language that goes beyond. That goes deeper. Read more

  • Words From The Past

      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

  • Never Be Normal, It’s A Fate Worse Than Death

    The secrets of her womb, motel walls painted vagina red. Oh, how the lovers stroll hand in hand, blind and in love. It’s nothing but a cheapened facade though. For their love is false. Born out of boredom, and swallowed up like hospital food. All those burning wheels, turning on the horizon as we fuck… Read more

  • A Poem From Yesteryear

    i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its… Read more