Biography of Nicole D'Settemi
" A poem is a naked person...some people say that I am a poet." ~ Bob Dylan
" ...And, then the poet wrote out all he had inside him, ignoring the fact that no-one would understand him..." ~ Nano Valoaritis, Poetic Art
I tend to give the impression of a very dark and complicated human being a large percentage of the time, however, I do have a very great (very dark) sense of humor. Characteristically, I am an intense, passionate and fiercely loyal human being. Creativity and intuition are my strong points. Over-analyzation and severe neurosis, my weaknesses. To be perfectly honest to mark me as merely " flawed, " would likely be an understatement.
I have 'struggled' with drug addiction for nearly ten years and have been battling my disorders, compulsions, demons and other deficiencies of the human condition, for most of my life. Poetry and writing (+visual /other art forms) have been the only outlets I've had to try and fend off some of my demons. Or, at very LEAST, an outlet allowing me to get in touch with my inner-demons- to better understand them.
I have been writing since I was a child and plan to continue to do so on a personal level until my mind no longer permits me to. I use a lot of my amateur poetry, and photography, to create my own unique style of WebFilms. My signature style is tagged 'PHOetry-in-motion' which is a concept I developed entirely on my own. I've combined my poetry, photography, and other forms of art, when designing these WebFilms, allowing each one to tell its own new, and unique story.
I typically like to clash classic rock songs with my photography and poetry. Some WebFilms are lyric-less, while others use lyrics as the central theme. The objective behind all of the WebFilms is to, essentially, drive the viewer into a poetic abstract state.
I am also working on an autobiographical memoir series, written and presented as literary fiction. This is, undoubtedly, the one project I am putting fierce commitment, emotion, and energy into. I dream and aspire to be the type of writer who makes the page breathe...and, truthfully, in terms of my work, I don't want money, I just want to be a stellar, sincere, honest and authentic poet. The first novel in The War Stories Chronicles (mentioned above) is finished and available at addictarium.com.This installment is " Addictarium: Asylum of Anarchy (War Stories Chronicles, I) " .
" ....And, then the poet wrote locked up in his bathroom, his very last poem as he cut his veins open." ~ Nano Valoaritis
" To be someone filled with neurosis, anxiety, and paranoia is to inevitably be someone who is a little obsessed with pain and death. Control, death, time and the other elements aforementioned, all intersect in some way. So, ironically- it is for this reason that I have found my way to live; by embracing death, accepting death, being a little in love with it, welcoming it and no longer fearing it- I have indeed found my way to live." ~ Nicole D.
Nicole D'Settemi's Works:
Addictarium: Asylum of Anarchy (War Stories Chronicles, Pt. I)
War Stories: Bombing Narcotica (A War Stories Extension in Poetry)
Mother Nature: Earth Bleeding Tears (Anthology, Pt. I)
Mother Nature: Garden of Eden (Anthology, Pt. II)
The True Colors Poetry Series, Parts I - III:
Lacking Shades of Grey (The Thin Line Between Creativity and Madness)
Black Beauty (In This Silence, I Believe)
The Colorful Disaster (Rainbows in Revolt)
The True Colors Trilogy: A Mini-Series
Blood Diamond (Living In A Material World)
The Deadly Music Notes, Pt. I
Nicole D'Settemi Poems
Lethal Love Letters (Dear Heroin)
Dear Heroin, My name is Nicole and I'm writing to you Because I've heard of some stories of what you can do I heard you can stop me from feeling insane
As I Sit Here And Rot
I cannot stop these cravings, I just really want to shoot it Oh yes, I know the truth Oh yes, I fucking blew it!
Glamour Shot. (The Silver Bullets)
The new trend is misery The new look, reeks of despair... The life-size Barbie doll
With Everything Comes The Inevitable Blo...
I watch our love dissipate Smoke in the air Like everything else, I'm sure it lingers somewhere
May has come, a broken Spring Fractured girl, broken wings Test the Spring, Spring failure Spring Mess, may I change here?
Color Blind (Earthtones)
There is a world I search for A planet, I try to find I'm searching for a world One that's color blind
Poisoned Apple (Fruit From The Forbidden...
He told me: I was the best bag of heroin he ever tried When he spoke to me,
The Great Oh-Dee
One Pill Two Pills Three Pills FOUR.
If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty.
A porcelain Doll Dressed like the Grim Reaper In this pit of pure darkness I fall even deeper
Let's Paint The World Together
Let's pretend Life isn't painful And, love conquers all Let's say;
I.D.-Napping (Worthless Freudian Non-Cen...
My ID abducted my ego On this roller-coaster of psychopathy now we go Down this tunnel, this shaded peephole Another asylum re-run, another re-show
Brightest Crayon In The Box
Years pass, years gone Singing the same bluesy song Vivid presence, but deadly hesitance No reliance, shattered dreams
Recovery, That was the goal Discovery, As I bared my soul
Psycho (The) Rapist
A visit, to the shrink A person they call; The Doctor His snide, arrogant wink Yes, this is the final chapter
The Opium Thriller
Cross your heart
Stick a needle…
But, certainly not through-the-eye!
In the mainline—
Is more LIKE IT
And, now I hope-to-die
Because I can no longer seem to fight it