Writing
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Mountains and darkness. Immersed in deep water, the kind that hasn’t seen the light of day for years. Sparkling, dizzying. Teeth and candles, dazzling like dreams. Unbalanced and unhinged, falling apart as sunshine creeps upon freshly washed skin. It’s autumn, or possibly early winter. The afternoon is young, yet the chill wind that blows tells… Read more
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stood in the kitchen with my hands upon your hips and your lips touching mine the warm september sun shines through the open door leading to a garden you played in as a child sometimes it’s the smallest things that tell you it’s real love the scent of perfume and the wind dancing with your… Read more
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On a friday night like this, there’s nothing you can think of doing. You could be anywhere in the world, sleeping with the most beautiful women imaginable. You could be in America, or maybe Venice. Smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne as the gondolas pass by your side. The bars alive with romantic souls, the air… Read more
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it rains and it rains to kingdom come flooding the streets and washing the pain away if only for a while my bones ache and i feel bad for nothing feels real even the snails and their tiny little deaths crunching beneath my feet leave me indifferent and empty everything is dim from the evening… Read more
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on the streets where chaos reigns all deathly and hellish as the tyres stack around their necks light them up, strike them down cause that’s what the people want watch them burn laugh as they scream beg for more and beg that it’s never you Read more
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breakfast consists of a mouthful of kisses and even though i’m so much older (and so much colder) a girl like you makes me feel alive at least for a while it’s just that nothing lasts forever and there’s too much sadness (and too much heartbreak) to feel happy at times but when i look… Read more
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I’m at the foot of the bed wearing only my boxers. She’s watching porn, and I’m writing a poem whilst fantasising about fucking her. I’m thirsty, and my balls ache. The room’s a mess, and we’ve done nothing all day long. It was sunny out as well, but I slept for most of it with… Read more
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drinking beer and sweating like a fucker cause my fan wont work i’m naked and i can’t open the window cause all the spiders will get in and crawl over my face so i write and drink as the evening disappears blissfully unaware of the horrors outside that destroy beauty and innocence like it’s something… Read more
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I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 