Biography of nicola burkett
I have been writing for as long as i can remember. I had always been creative as a child, though then my first passion was art, which i pursued at (gcse and a-level)
It wasn't until i left school, that i found a true love for poetry. I guess as i got older i became more awear of life. The death of my beloved grandmother, when i was 20 years old and the development of depression and chronic fatigue (ME) , saw my poems become more darker, and as i see it much more realistic. My most favourite art and poetry movement has to be The Pre-Raphalite Brotherhood (Dante Rossetti, Sir Everett Millias, Lizzy Siddal, Waterhouse and Christina Rossetti) are just some of my favourite artists and poets. Then of course there are Byron, Shelley and Keats. Dickens, Barrett-Browning, Austen and many more Victorian Literature (poetry/novels) has to be my all time favorite...... I love Victorian Gothic Architecture (in my opinion the Cemeteries are fantastically beautiful - Most favorably the Magnificent seven (especially High-Gate – North London)
ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE POEMS IS Mary Elizabeth Frye'S Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep! ! ! ! !
Whenever i'm a little down or depressed i put on Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah or Skynard's Free Bird
I'm a big fan of music.
i listen to anything and everything (Motown, Soul, American Indie Rock, Blues, Swing (Rat Pack) , Classic Rock)
The Sex Pistols, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Nickleback, ACDC, Deep Purple, Led Zepplin, PINK FLOYD, BB King and Elvis are just some of the many artists i listen to.
Over the last 12 months i have become an avid supporter of the FREE THE WEST MEMPHIS 3......to check out more information about the case, click onto www.wm3.org
- 05 - A Hero
- When I Was a Child
- 32 - Cinderella
- Womens Intuition
- 30 - The Devils chair
- 06 - Enchanted Fairies
- 56 - I Hate Myself For Hurting You
- 04 - Sid n' Nancy
- 42 - The Bright Lights of Las Vegas
- 10 - Caught In the Fire
- Do You Remember?
- A Brave Mother
- 07 - Doc Wilde! ! !
- 03 - The Man With Beautiful Green Eyes
Ode to the Silent Clowns
The silent clowns makes no sound
As they inspire others to leave their woes behind
The mask they wear, a cleaver disguise to hide their own torment
They feast off of the laughter from the multitude of sun filled faces
As the torture they hold within themselves
They use as fuel for the amusement of others
The silent clowns are everywhere
Keeping their true identities hidden
Everyone at one point in their life has met silent clown