Nicola Jane Dady

Nicola Jane Dady Poems

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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3.

I have my wings
So I can fly
I'm flying so high
you cant reach me
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A gentle breeze
A sandy shore
The more I opened up
The more I saw
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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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I say I love myself but I know this isn't true. Because if I did. Why would I hurt myself the way I do?
Why is it ok for me to love without it in return? Why do I make the same mistakes, will I never learn?
Why do I do things that I know will only end in tears? Why can't I show emotion or let go of burden and fears?
Why do I apologise for what I believe to be right? Why do I promise people things when the best they can give me is 'might'?
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With each and every second
each circumstance will change
from situations certain
to tragic re-arrange
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There once was a Robin red breast,
Who would sit upon my fence.
I would stare at him for hours,
Wondering how long he would rest?
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9.

If you take my heart
Please handle it with care
For its delicate and fragile
that's why I never share
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I wonder.. Could I rest my head?
I know not this stranger but I feel a warmth from his red fleece.
How would he react if I just sink into the top of his arm? Would he shrug me off in disgust as my skin bears not the same colour as him? My head feels heavy, I really want to try. I really want to rub my tears on his clothes, I yearn for his comfort when I cry. But instead I just sit beside, and wonder of this weird fantasy.
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If I go to sleep and you cannot wake me
Please don't be sad for the lord has taked me
I am kept warm in a blanket of love
Which is made of the memories of all those I did love.
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I woke up this morning, wearing a frown
Feeling really sad and very down
Everything I want, I have and more
So this mournfulness makes me feel insecure.
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13.

Is it really any wonder why my mind is confused..
One minute the abuser next minute the abused.
See if we look back into history, go way back in the day. One half of me's the captor the other half 's the slave.
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A little seed was planted now we sit back and watch it grow, with the freeness of the wild grass which carpets a meadow. Like long blades intertwining and dancing gently in the breeze to the music they make moving, quiet soulful melodies.

Like all things unexpected this had come as a surprise and it's hard to piece together what's been right before our eyes. So now we've let it out, no more secrets no more lies, lets let our lights shine together and make our own sunrise.
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He wants to take me

And I don't know why
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16.

I sift through memories and dreams
Searching for something I know that I've seen
Completely unsure of what I will find
But not at all scared to leave what I know behind
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Nicola Jane Dady Biography

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. ©)

The Best Poem Of Nicola Jane Dady

Gold Digger

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.
Working with no pay to benefit others, my voice silenced, oppressed, encapsulated, undiscovered.
Soil stained my fingers blood on their hands, sifting for jewels in an old steel pan.
I find pain in the form of depression, Items of trade become obsessions, dependants of alcohol, tobacco, legal drugs,
Addicts of self harm, no passion or love
So I dig for gold, but not the kind that shines, but the kind that will open and enrich my mind,
Yes I dig for what I believe in, to uncover the roots, and for all my labour to bathe in the fruits.
I'm not sure they exist, but I'm told they do, so when I find one myself I'll believe it true.


I'm searching for a black diamond...

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