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) have 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, TV shows, poetry, movies, photography and art
Things I love... criminology, ice cream, scented candles, painting, traveling, birds, ice hockey, wild flowers, taking photos, coffee, afternoon tea, all things vintage, collecting notebooks and unicorns
Things I hate...liars, fake people, yellow food (sweet corn, swede, grapefruit and parsnips) beetroot, coconut, most sci-if movies, shallow people and spiders
i listen to anything and everything (Motown, Soul, American Indie Rock, Blues, Swing (Rat Pack) , Classic Rock) P! nk, Bonnie Dune, Michael Jackson,30 Seconds To Mars, The Beatles, The Sex Pistols, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Nickleback, ACDC, Deep Purple, Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, BB King, Elvis, Kelly Clarkson, Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand are just some of the many artists i listen to.
nicola burkett Poems
05 - A Hero
A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves A hero will die to protect A hero can be of any age, any colour A hero can be man, woman or child
We know what we want, when we want And we're not afraid to ask When we find, we we're right all along We relish and in the moment we bask
When I Was A Child
When i was a child, i thought they could do no wrong When i was a child, everyone seemed to get along When i was a child we were always together When i was a child, i thought it would last forever
32 - Cinderella
Running towards her pumpkin At the stroke of midnight Her lost slipper upon the stair In the silver majestic moonlight
04 - Sid N' Nancy
He was a punk rocker, she a groupie tart They couldn’t live without, they couldn’t live apart Sometimes the love consumes the fuel too fast And when it does you know it’ll never last
06 - Enchanted Fairies
Over England’s dales Deep past the ever green Inside the forest Lives the Fairy Queen
56 - I Hate Myself For Hurting You
I hate myself for hurting you The pain and heartache i put you through I killed the love that we once had I took everything good and turned it bad
30 - The Devils Chair
A suicide note I carved on my chair With a rusty old key Wrapped in devils hair
27 - The Naughty Nun And The Catholic Pr...
The naughty nun and the Catholic priest Gathered in the rectory for a sexual feast With cigarette smiles and moaning pleas The naughty nun drops down to her knees
42 - The Bright Lights Of Las Vegas
The bright lights of Las Vegas Casinos open around the clock Wedding bells, Grand hotels A place where the fornicators flock
A Brave Mother
The pain you’re in I can see When you say this to me There is nothing the matter wrong with me I’m as healthy as can be
10 - Caught In The Fire
At that moment in time, the point of no return You’re standing inside the fire watching yourself burn You don't feel the pain as you stand comfortably numb Watching your life unfold, watching it come undone
21 - Victorian Poverty
A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated
03 - The Man With Beautiful Green Eyes
Dreaming of the man with beautiful green eyes, I dream of me sleeping in his arms where I lie, His breath on my skin his body clenched with mine, The taste of his kiss is sweeter than wine,
How Can This Really Be?
People say that depression is a black hole
That it's the cause and effect on your lightened soul
But how can this be?
People say that depression is when emotions are lost
That the heat that once burned has been turned to frost
But how can this be?
People say depression is when life just simply sucks