Biography of nikki hays
As a child i was always the 'odd one out', i would spend more time reading and writing poetry and stories than i would playing with the other kids in the schoolyard. By the time i had reached high school, i had become quiet a confident writer and while other kids were spending their weekends at parties, i was rehearsing for shakespearean recitals and writing new poems for the next competition that would arise. I had spent many hours with my great grandmother learning the fine art of the english language and listening night after night during my school holidays to stories from the second world war.
It is to her most of my military and historical writings are dedicated.
I appreciate not all of my work is suited to every reader due to the variants in it, so please, if you dont like the first one you read dont be disheartened, these are my moods, feelings, emotions and thoughts on life, enjoy.
nikki hays Poems
My Foreign Love
I think of you often But my lips are sealed I see you at night But i still hold it concealed
Withered body heart and mind For all the nights alone I've cried Sorrow fills my every thought To think that all this came to naught
Do you want me passion inside building desire taste me
Do you notice me watching from a distance admiring you wanting you
Dark Witches Lament
Dark and seductive wiccan am i Standing watching taunting thee nigh Feel my pressence as i reel you in Smell dark red the blood and my sin
Nothing Has Changed
Twisted contorted darkness surrounds you Nothing ever has changed in this place You were darkness you were the shadow You are the evil i see in your face
Magical twisted river winding through the land before time Silhouettes of lovers dancing on the sands The birds first break of chourus into the morning light And the first kiss of the sun on trees extracting from them glorious shades of green
I Haunt Your Dreams
Evil grin slither thin Power hungry lets begin Battle faught and battle won
No explanation Just emptiness Sorrow felt You warned me
If I were but the daisy and you the wind at my petals, then I would feel no pain If I were not by your side day and night loving you, I would know not gain And if I were not to feel your touch, in the darkest of dark nights Then I would not that I should live, without being by your side
The night draws near I hear your cries Bloodied battle fields Wasted lifes
Homicidal maniac That’s what they called him All boys of 9 are boisterous That’s what I say
My Dear Friend Death
My dear friend death I remember thee well same horrid odour same rancid smell
Stainless Steel Saviour
lines, patterns, symbols, life Bitterness and pain trouble and strife wounds from the past
It was easy for you I guess
Walking in, stealing me
The simplest red rose
Lain in the crisp white snow
Sun glistening on your golden hair
Memories long gone now rekindled
The pain cut like a knife
Did you even notice the shallow beating?