Biography of nicky joyce
I was born and raised in Tiverton Devon, my father is a agricultural contractor and my mother an housewife. As a child I enjoyed gymnastics and the out doors, I have 3 sisters and one brother.I took part in my local majorettes to which my older sister and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We travelled to different towns and preformed.I studied at Tiverton high school where I passed all my GCSE`S. After leaving full time education I was more concerned about getting money and worked in a chicken processing factory. Growing up I wanted to be a mum and start my own business but life never pans out the way you think it will when your a child. I enjoyed looking after children and the fulfilment I had was a wonderful feeling. I worked in a nursery for a while and learnt children`s behaviours could change with the smallest upset. I desided then I wasn't ready for being a mum and wanted to explore what more I was capable of. growing up you have all these wonderful thoughts and think life would be easy but when your at the stage the realisation of it hits you. writing poetry is like a realise of all inner thoughts feelings. I have three cracking kids to which im very proud of and also went to college and became a qualifield teaching assistant. working with children has gave me alot of insperation.
nicky joyce Poems
A Lost Good Friend
I sit here with a shocked face Cant explain what just took place I get told that a friend has died What do i say i just want to cry
My Unique Friend Thats How We Roll :)
My friend is unique My friend is one of a kind My friend is perfect My friend is someone hard to find
Your Life, My Life, Our Life, New Life
I am so lucky come look at me See what I have see what I’ve achvied Come listen for a while and listen real good Will tell you how it started but the start was not good
Something shining so deep and bright What was this standing in my sight? Was this the person I once saw? That’s impossible surely it’s a door
Spin Me In A Teacup.
Spin me in a tea cup Spin me round and round Spin me till I lose my memory Spin me till I lose my frown
Beautiful surroundings dazzle my eyes A sense of laughter taken by surprise Thinking of travel and the big wide world Looking for inspiration while you toss and turn
What If! ! ! ! ! ! !
What if I broke you like you broke me? What if I fixed you but you didn’t me What if I hurt you like you did me? What if I tried but you didn’t see
Thank you for being so endearing Thank you for the time you have given Thank you for sharing some laughs Thank you, you are top class
Sitting here looking at this empty space Once was you presence stroking my face Telling me all things will be alright Taking your last breath with a fight
My voice has carried me for many miles Making decisions taking in a stride Managing thoughts with empty space Listening to all while they say grace
Tidal waves we sit and watch Thundering sounds clashing thoughts Water flows with such depth and grace We sit and look with sheer amaze
Looking at the four walls Struggling with all these fears Trying to understand When and if I will heal
Take my hand and hold it tight I will take you and show you light Listen to me me while I talk Will give you answers to undo that thought
For You To See
Lying in the bath thinking Of all the things I want to say But when it comes down to it They all seem to stray away
My Old Christmas Poem
Christmas is a time for giving
chritsmas is a time for sharing
christmas is a time for rembering
christmas is a time for caring.
Rembering what we have
at this time of year
thinking of our loved ones
that we hold so dear.