Nick Mollison
Profile
I like to be referred to as an unemployed artist because it has a nice ring to it but really I’d like to be an author or some sort, although I do enjoy drawing as much as I do writing.
There’s not much to say about me except I hate the city and would rather be as far away from it as possible. I like open areas where no one is around. As enjoying as people are I’m fully prepared survive by myself alone in a forest with a house made out of dead animals and generally good looking sticks. As long as I can have a cup of tea and a cigarette in the morning then everything should be fine.
Groups
Nick Mollison is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Up & Coming Writers and Vibrant and Vivid Color.
Writing
A life
On the rocks amongst green, / on the rocks, feathered clean, / she sits still, staring out to the ocean. / In the hills someone dies, / in a house, the parents cry, / while she waits, looking for moti…
Waiting
The seconds pass while the waves lap against the rocks, / the boats sit still as the water flows past, shaking time in intervals that never pass in lots. / The wind is silent, waiting for its friends,…
She, is suffering.
Do you feel alone? Like an empty house with all the lights turned on? Are you scared of how nothing you don’t know may never be true? I feel like that sometimes. Not the same as you, but I know how …
She, is free.
Like fairies spinning round, circling in on us, / my dreams, they wander, thick with lurking lust
She, is pain.
Love was a thin layer of glass encasing my heart, and it broke, slowly, cracking in miniscule pieces, everywhere.
We the Clouds
...if paradise opened its doors for one searching so long in time, it would be more a revelation than a damnation.
