About Nicola
Writing is her passion.
From a very young age she had an uncontrollable urge to read and write. Grabbing whatever pieces of scrap paper available would write anything from imaginative fantasy stories to real life experiences.
She enjoys reading and finds magazine and newspaper articles interesting and informative. Nicola is easily captivated by fictional stories, though favours non-fictional books. They hold her interest as she knows they are true stories written by ordinary people, which Nicola finds brave and almost always inspiring.
As an adult she writes stories for her two young children. She enjoys the pleasure they get from reading and listening to them. She finds it very satisfying.
Writing is a skill that Nicola was blessed with. As well as being her favourite hobby. She uses it as a tool to help deal with the problems I she has faced throughout her life. She also writes about happy times and defining moments in the form of short stories.
Though Nicola writes stories, her main love is poetry. She keeps a notepad (iphone lol) with her at all times as she is inspired by the most random sights, sounds and scents. Her mind is bursting with creativity. There is always a queue of thoughts and words in her mind just waiting to be transferred onto paper.
In the future Nicola would like to put together a book of memoirs, including memories and poetry she has written throughout her life, for my children to read and educate them about me when they are grown.
Nicola is a gifted writer, who’s aim is to become a published author and lift the spirits of many with her true feelings and thoughts.
All of Nicola's poetry is protected. ©
I will be the first to confess that gold digging is what I do best.
You see I dig deep into the shadiest of minds
Looking for riches all the time, sifting through dirt and dark places only to find expressionless faces and brainwashed minds with empty spaces.
Being a slave for my own kind. Searching and searching unsure if i'll find.
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How can love just disappear?
I was 99% certain it was here.
Along with the mixed up emotions of happiness and fear.
I could have sworn it touched my heart, I felt it here. Makes me really wonder if it was truely there? ? If it was, then how could love just disappear?
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Sitting here on this decrepit chair
The sight of bald heads and thinning hair
The scent of worry, air full of fear
I wonder
What am I doing here?
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