Nicola Jane Dady
Biography of Nicola Jane Dady
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. ©
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.
August Riots 2011
I watch the news astounded Fused tightly my butt to the chair I just cannot believe the madness Cant ignore or refuse to care
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?
I have my wings So I can fly I'm flying so high you cant reach me
A gentle breeze A sandy shore The more I opened up The more I saw
Cancer Filled Room
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?
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.
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.
It's Not That Bad
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.
If I Go To Sleep
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.
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.
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
He wants to take me And I don't know why
Do I Really Love Myself?
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'?
I see my life as a battle ground
Many wars and fights, ever victory bound
Sometimes knocked to the ground
Sometimes knocked for six
But I just get back up, using them survival tricks
My mind is powerful
And my soul is deep
Whatever the challenge, or how hard
I will soldier it and defeat!