Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Boredom

  • Curled Up Like A Tiny Animal

    Walking through the woods on my birthday, and it’s pissing down with rain. I’m drenched. My cigarette goes out. Stood sheltering beneath a tree, a fox runs out from a bush. It looks at me, stops, then runs back. I’m tired, and there’s nothing to do. I don’t want to do anything though. Except write, Read more

  • This Is Glory

    happiness is boredom and sex sex and boredom day after day, hour after hour summers, endless summers boiling lobsters and bottled beer cigarettes, smoked gazing out of windows overlooking suburban hell nothing to do, life is great this is glory sheer fucking glory Read more

  • Yeh

    yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty Read more

  • Sunday Afternoon

    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

  • This Is Not A Wish

    The sun sets solemnly, visibly indifferent through the trees upon the hill. Light is fractured by an abundance of leaves that sway in the breeze. It’s warm outside, and the day is old. Hours pass, comforting, mocking. Dust settles upon tired skin. Yawning, collapsing and daydreaming whilst everyone moves on regardless. Colours fading, thoughts succumbing. Read more

  • Olden Days And Picking Thoughts

    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

  • Careful With That Axe, Stephen

    I’ve been sleeping all day pretty much. I’m tired, and my bones ache. Even a warm bath can’t seem to heat them up. My hands don’t belong to me, they go against my wishes. My body just won’t move. It’s given up so it seems. In my bed looking out the window, all I can Read more

  • Boredom

    Daylight shines through the blinds. The window’s open- has been all night. No doubt the spiders have been scuttling in and crawling into my mouth. They’re in my head, wrapping my brain in cobwebs. Stumbling out of bed, I go to the bathroom and urinate. In the mirror, I see a mess of a man. Read more

  • A vision of Dead Desire

    Mental Illness. The unraveling nature, of thoughts beyond your control. The way your head eats away, the way it flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva and not enough love. Your mind is not your own. It is, gone. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it Read more

  • The maze of the mundane

    Time goes. It flows, and it slows, everything down. There’s a place you want to be, but time wont let you, not yet anyway. It rains and it pours, every minute, of every day. Pissing down, the clouds float ever on above your tired head. The days drift along, like ships lost at sea, shipwrecked Read more