Writing
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the sky collapses. falling down. like buildings. bodies. and as the songbird flies. towards the sun. my heart breaks. beyond the war. the war of ourselves. beyond the darkest days. through the fire. thats rages. survivors dying. silver linings no more. everything. crumbles. the agony of a thousand paintings. a million faces. merging. into a… Read more
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cities. glass. gunshot wounds red. zygomatic arch. open mouthed nothings. on the corner of. 58th street snow falling. eyes crying rivers of blood. in. new york city cigarette smoke. desolate. heart shattered dreams. and fragments. of bone. desperately clinging. to last moments skylines leaving. brown eyes. closing always ending. in. dark city help.… Read more
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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
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soft, she’s soft like snow a thousand kisses warm as sunshine honey, she tastes like honey making my aged soul feel strangely alive flying like a bluebird not chained to the sky, soft like a pillow of dreams keeping the demons at bay making me safe in her arms, the stillness of love in eyes… Read more
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dissolving bones in a boiling bath cigarette smoke floating, drifting succumbing, she’s in and within dancing behind closed eyes my fragile body slowly disappearing, she hushes moving invisibly through my veins the essence of her scent those sleepless summer nights entwined, flesh and minds, becoming one with the moon shining through the window our pleasure… Read more
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she’s something more than just a woman, there’s magic in her heart madness so fine so shameless, devine that conquers all, her love is blameless pouring like the rain on a stormy night she’s more than just a lover, stronger than they dare imagine, eyes shining with desire, glowing with secrets and lust she’s more… Read more
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Self portrait wearing favourite jumper. Read more
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it’s pissing down outside streets drowning, alcohol staining my dirty insides if only the sky could become a sea and swallow me up if only the layers of time could tear open allowing me to go back to a place i once belonged rain, always rain filling up my tired, heavy heart like an ocean Read more
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don’t let the days bring you down don’t let the hate in your heart drag you beneath the surface where the waves ride high above your head, when there’s so much sadness pumping through your veins with things going wrong at every opportunity it makes it all seem so impossible, words that never come… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 