I feel better when i am
When i’m singing in my band
Out on the stage
guitar in my hand

strumming the chords
to my favourite songs
while every one dances
and sings along

Playing tunes from times gone by
Seeing the joy in every ones eyes

At the end of the night
As we dim the lights
packed on the floor
And shouting for more

the part of the evening
That makes us all sign
We Sing the last song
And say good bye

I’ve been thinking for a while
About what makes me happy
When I am not
And I struggled at first,
Because everything seems so dark most of the time.
But then I remembered
That I like long soaks in the bath.
And I like warm mediterranean thunderstorms,
And cups of tea with big slices of cake
Playing hide and seek,
Climbing trees and jumping in puddles to hear the splash.
Watching the sun rise,
And things that are blue.
And I like the crash of the waves on the shore,
And how they wash the sand from my toes.
The way that roller coasters make my stomach feel,
And the compressed silence of being underwater.
I like reciting tongue twisters in silly voices,
And standing under the cherry tree
As it loses its petals.
And dropping sheets of ice on the ground
to hear them shatter,
Dancing in bare feet
And singing to no music.
I like bright lights
And loud noises,
Total silence
And absolute darkness.
I like moving
And thinking
And seeing
And touching
And tasting
And feeling
And nothing can stop that.

I feel better when I am in touch

I look up and see you, blackbird.
The song you sing is lost to me.
I cannot hear you.
I don’t know why.
I walk on, acquainted with silence.

What has happened to me?
Why are my senses failing me?

I look up and see you, again.
I see you singing, but it’s lost on me.
I still cannot hear you.
I don’t know why.
I walk on, deafened by silence.

When did this happen to me?
How are my senses failing me?

I look up and see you, blackbird.
A song once heard touches me.
I sense your calling.
I want to understand.
I walk on, saddened by silence

Something is happening to me
Are my senses failing me?

I look up and see you, friend.
This time I know the song you sing.
I can hear you
I start to understand
I don’t walk on, overjoyed with sound.

I see you.
I hear you.
I know you.
I have found myself once more.

I feel better when I am…
laughing
with you
over nothing really,
but it means everything
that you are there, sharing.
I feel better when I am …
walking on an empty beach,
battling through the wind
the desperation gone
just calm,
feeling

I feel better when I am laughing

My Dad is the best, when it comes to a quip
His sharp retorts crack like a whip
My sisters and I took him on as a challenge
Mealtimes hilarious, except for poor Mum
Wanting to eat quietly and not listen to puns
So silence was ordered which we tried to obey
Though my dad with his gestures created affray
With each of us saying, “It was him, not me”
My Dad denying it with a face full of glee
Seeing laughter in life and telling it so
He’s enabled us all, to laugh through our woes
Not dismissing or diminishing that Life can be sad
And understanding with laughter it isn’t so bad
We’ve all had tough times, when we’ve all really tried
To not be depressed, but continuously cried
At unexpected loss whatever that was
And then in the post a ridiculous letter
Of nonsense, composed to make us feel better
The tears of loss that had made us feel sad
Became tears of laughter . . . . . .
Thank you so much to my wonderful DAD

I feel better when….
I get up in the morning
I feel free from my pain
I open my curtains
I have everything to gain

The small things matter
They touch me the most
A cup of hot tea
Or marmite on toast

The sun on my face
The wind in my hair
When I feel this good
I feel free and don’t care

I go through the day
You all see I am well
When inside my head
Is burning like hell

But with the help I get
I am starting to find
Life is getting better
I’m leaving the pain behind

I feel better when I think
About all the good I do
If I can feel like this
The remember so can you

Good to be alive
Hi I’m Jo, was a lady wife
Had children 3
How I miss the noise and din
What’s for tea
Mum, why be glum?
I was a daughter with
Mischief galore,
Mum would say Jo
Close that door
And it’s me never trouble free
I have a brother and sister
To me they’re a pain
It’s like having a blister
And sheer bliss,
These 2 I don’t miss
At all, when I don’t get a call
So out of doors I go, I see
There are birds in the trees
Humming bees
Sky so blue
Glad I am me not you
Good health, good news
Today I am cancer free
So glad, yes lucky me
I know at mindset
My mind is set on
Getting a job daily
And not lazing around like a slob
So Jo it’s good to be alive
No more trouble and strife
Goodbye Jo Willbye

I am better when I am…

Spending time with those who matter.

You know… those who really matter because they need me and I, in turn, need them. That time is special time and more precious than a diamond of very many carats in size.

Communing with nature in the big outdoors.

You know…those places that blow me away through their sheer, wild beauty, that are teeming with life, so amazing in its diversity and wondrous in its intricacy and, without doubt, utterly priceless.

Thinking of others and their feelings and needs.

You know…those who, when I think of all that gets me down, still have more problems and woes than I have ever had in my lifetime. Thoughts and actions to help them smile are beyond earthly worth to me.

Making time stand still.

You know…closing my eyes, listening and feeling while the world goes about its day. No words attached to sensations; just a deep feeling of peace and acceptance. No value attached, but plenty added.

Facing the monsters.

You know…those moments of fear and worry when nothing seems real. I have a face for that monster and some words to hurl until it backs away. And it does, without payment, when challenged.

Counting blessings and saying thank-you.

You know…there is so much I take for granted and yet so much I am in awe of. Saying thank you for those little things turns dark into light and negative into positive, like turning honey drops into golden memories.

Filling up time so life’s busy, busy, busy.

You know…those empty moments can hold unwanted thoughts that full calendars can dispel. If I have plans and obligations in front of me then my focus is clear, like a faceted crystal in sunlight.

Laughing as long and loudly as possible.

You know…making the most of those chances to relax and outpour pent up emotions, no matter how small and inconsequential the trigger. The merit of uncontrollable mirth pays dividends beyond the contents of any purse.

Remember those little things. One day, looking back, they may appear, after all, to have been the biggest things in life.

I am better when I am…

Tucked up in bed on a freezing cold night,
Feeling the hope of days longer in light,
Scanning dusk skies for swift birds flying home,
Dreaming of warm summer beaches to roam.

Cloaked in the words of a well-written book,
Resting alongside a cool, babbling brook,
Watching new life bursting forth on the trees,
Smelling the scent of lush grass on the breeze.

Bathed in bright sunlight, so warm on my skin,
Releasing good feelings long buried within,
Hoping for time standing still for a while,
Capturing freedom defined by a smile.

Buried knee-deep in crisp leaves from the fall,
Listening intently for autumn’s shrill call,
Watching the sun rising lower each day,
Brushing the memories of summer away.

Drenched in soft candlelight, fragrant and warm,
Longing for calm at the end of the storm,
Seeking some solace with friends old and new,
Waiting for winter, her cold, vacant hue.

Clothed in thick woollens, facing north’s air,
Sending good wishes to mark a new year,
Waking to find the world clothed in pure white,
Tucking up warm on a freezing cold night.

What is to be happy?
Happy is meaning to go and have fun.
A happy person is good person.
That is what people are made of.

Make homeless person to feel happy.
A homeless person will respect that.
Knowing that you help him.
Every day you can make changes if you can do to change the world.
Same with hope if you hope to change the world you need to do that.

Make changes, help people to be happy.
Every day be happy and help people.

Happy is feeling you feel when you have nice time
A propose to girl what you love
People are same, make them happy
Poor or not help them you will be happy
You can change the world just need to do the best at it.

P.S
Change your life help people and be happy.

Music is my life.
I could not survive if I did not have music, I would lose it
Music to me is like medication, because you can listen to it at any occasion
There is one thing about music, you can never move it

Here is a tip
Finding something you love is always up above
Every day I listen to music because it moves me to bits
You are always going to have your ups and downs but remember you should be proud
Because if you believe you will see it

I like to socialise with my friends
Around and around we walk
Through snow ,ice and hale

I like to read books
Over and over time passes
I ride the currents of time
I cannot sense time it self
I am lost in my own world of time

I like to play my Games
To learn and strategise
Use my mind, think and advise

The most of all I like to see my family
Every night I get to my family
Waiting for news of what might be
But the sound of silence is soothing to me

Tiny arms that grasp you tight,
Pleasant dreams throughout the night,
Gazing at flickering candle-light,
These things make me better.

Singing a song with joy in my heart,
Words of wisdom to kindly impart,
Employing pianistic fingers to dart,
These things make me better.

Giving in charity and agape love,
Raindrops sprinkling from above,
Faith, hope and peace like a dove,
These things make me better.

That day,
Everything was new,
A new place, new people, a new routine,
But it felt right,
Especially when I met you,

From day one,
I finally felt like it was somewhere I fit in,
Even if it was just a little bit,
And suddenly I had a clean slate,
A fresh canvas ready to begin,

Perhaps it was the thought of a new start,
Where no one knew me,
There was no one to hold me back,
Push me too fast,
I was a caged bird set free,

And that’s when I met them,
My new friends to be,
The college clan,
As I like to call them,
Who truly care for me,

A year later,
And we’re as thick as thieves,
The A team of the campus,
We’re like a happy family,
Battling through life’s madness,

Without them I don’t know where I’d be,
So I thank the stars we met,
Whatever the future holds,
These years are the ones,
I’ll never forget.

I feel better when I am riding my bike,
On my Raleigh with flair,
With the wind in my hair,

I feel better when I am taking a hike,
In a picturesque scene,
Down by the woodland stream,

I feel better when I am strumming my strings,
With fingers on frets,
And a singing duet,

I feel better when I am dreaming of things,
The red carpet at the BAFTAs,
And a crazy party after,

I feel better when I am baking a cake,
With sugar, jam and cream,
Just fit for a Queen,

I feel better when I am wide awake,
Dancing round the room,
To the radio’s cool tune,

I feel better when I am basking in the sun,
Hearing seagulls soar high,
In the blue summer sky,

I feel better when I am having fun,
In peace on my own,
With the games on my phone,

I feel better when I am with my friends,
Just chilling out,
Or messing about,

I feel better when a long day ends,
When I can wind down,
And watch the world go round,

But what makes me feel my best,
Is a Saturday night in,
With my family in the living room,
As a movie begins,

With snacks on the table,
And the lights down low,
We’ll snuggle until it’s over,
And the credits roll slow.

A ray of brightness shines through a rundown changing room window, while depressed faces and lowering heads of despair are contained in defeat. No talk, no liveliness, no desire, but he was different. Each glare towards him was filled with promise, hope and belief. Shy at first, but a prosperity soon to be a star in the making, similar to the professionals of today.

Swaying along the pitch, making the beautiful game look so simple, I recognise his exciting talent in such short time. From a nobody to somebody, from Sunday mornings to Saturday afternoons, from overgrown fields to world-class stadiums, his ability was something like a dream to be achieved. I could see a free-scoring youngster changing into a confident and composed technician of the ball. His passion and love for his sport: I found the special one.

An iconic memory to be made. A performance different to any other that he has ever produced. Tingling with nerves, but spurred with ecstasy, a long walk through the eerie tunnel to appear to the noise of 90,000 fans chanting his name only happens to the best of them. The stage was made for him. Sporting the shirt he always wanted to represent and being a part of a high-calibre eleven: a dream was fulfilled.

From a young prodigy to international stardom, a rare gem has been born. A minor piece in the jigsaw has become the real man of the moment.

I’ll try not to compare myself to others,
Our differences make us unique.
I will decide on the route my own path,
Your goals won’t make me complete.

I shall cherish all those who I love,
Holding their value near.
I’ll remember to value those moments
That add greater meaning and cheer.

I shall acknowledge that I’m not perfect,
For perfect would perturb.
I will appreciate all of my imperfections,
as they make me distinctively superb!

I will overcome those fear and take a risk,
For having a go is courageous.
I shall not let opportunities pass me by
For a full life will be contagious.

I feel better when I am…
I feel better when I am climbing up a hill, with mates egging each other on to climb faster and further.
Setting up camp for the night with cups of tea and laughter being the best delight.
A brisk cold wind has us all scurry into our tents, as we knuckle down for the night.
The next day with sun shining bright, buzzing for the next challenge that gets thrown at us.
Set off did we into doomy armageddon, with rain as cold as ice.
And wind nearly blowing us down, carried on we did, all as one.
For the weather could not break our laughs and cheers, as we climbed higher and higher.
Almost crying for it to stop, but carried on through the day.
Finally ending the challenge, soaked through to our bones, still laughing about it all.
With eagerness we wait for the next challenging trip, that one called they call the coast to coast.

I am grateful for the small things

So early it’s still quiet outside
whilst I sit in my window with tea.
I’m watching the world gradually wake
as fleeting thoughts pass by me.

The old couple wear matching coats,
she carries the paper; he, his cane.
They look so at ease though they say nothing,
he leans in to kiss her in the rain.

A robin sits on the apple tree branch.
The sky gathers its soft warming light,
whilst the last of the nights stars twinkle.
All is hinting at the day’s delight.

The book lays on the windowsill,
a leather marker pausing the story.
Yet, when finished and missed,
it will not be as amazing as life’s journey

Such beauty is held in these minutes
Small moments to love and be grateful for.
Unexpected happiness from a single moment,
capable of allowing this day to soar.

I take this special moment to celebrate you dad, I will always remember the special days we had.
You worked so hard for many years and now it’s time to rest, I appreciate your efforts for everything I have.
I will take away our happy memories and treasure them in my heart, not now, not ever will we grow apart.
I will always be your little girl, and you’ll always be my dad, one day we can meet again and share the love we have.

I feel better when I am smiling because of all the happy memories I have of me and my dad.

Loved.

The power of a single word
Invokes emotions deep within,
Pain, strength, confidence
Or forever longing?

The love we seek in universal.

Who am I? you ask,
A voice so sweet,
Yet dripping with despair.

And here you long for a single word
To invoke an emotion deep within,
Pain, joy, happiness
Or forever longing?

The love you seek is universal.

What do I need to be? She questions
A tone so innocent
Yet oozing with deeper thought

And here she prays for a single word
To invoke an emotion deep within,
Doubt, determined, hopeful
Or forever longing?

The love she seeks is universal.

Where do I search? He questions
A whisper so kind
Yet reeking of doubt

And here he begs for a single word
To invoke emotions deep within,
Confusion, Comfort, confidence
Or forever longing?

The love he seeks is universal

What is love? We cry
A word so confusing
Yet so beautifully undefined

And here we understand.
The power of this single word
Invokes emotions deep within,
Infatuation, friendship, adoration
Yet never longing.

The true love we seek is found within each other.

At first you might be scared and shy. You might want to hide and cry. You might be worried about living with people who are complete strangers to you at first. They will welcome you on the first night by dedicating dinner time to you by ordering takeaway you like.
It is normal to feel embarrassed at first, but let me tell you, you will be lounging around in your pyjamas, watching EastEnders with them in no time. Giggling whilst watching gogglebox will become a weekly routine.
When you go shopping you might be apprehensive to say what you like and dislike, but within a few weeks they will learn what you like and dislike without you even having to tell them. They will search high and low in the aisles of Aldi to find your favourite cereal. They will battle through crowds of other shoppers to find your favourite flavour of pot noodle. If you want coconut scented conditioner, they will embark upon a journey to every Tesco known to man to find it.
When you are out people may stare or ask questions because you might look different to them but they are like MI5 intelligence officers ready to answer those nosy people, without leaking the slightest of information. You will feel like family even if you don’t look like family.
The older siblings will have your back, ready to kill spiders for you without the slightest of fear. The younger siblings will happily introduce you to their nerf gun wars. The carers will know if you’re unhappy or upset with their foster carer super powers, they will do their best to keep you happy.
You may argue and sometimes not always feel at ease but soon enough you will make up, every family does. You might feel like curfew is strict but it is for your own good. They want to keep you safe, that’s their job.
Eventually you guys will be family not a ‘foster’ family, just a normal family. It may become bigger with others joining you, but you will all grow to love and care for each other, that I can promise you.

I feel better
When I am
When I am coming home.
You bring a smile to my face
You bring me joy and happiness
I just want to come home
Just to see you smile
One day I’ll have to go from you
But I’ll always come back home
You know how much you mean to me
I just want to keep you safe

I feel better when I am……………………………………..
Content to share silence in the company of a friend
Spending time with others who help you get your heart back on the mend
Gifting a present that truly comes from the heart
Positive about a chapter in my life that is just about to start

Appreciating others and what they bring to my life
Always being there for others during their own times of strife
Being loved and accepted for just simply being me
Doing something relaxing like strolling by the sea

Aware there are friends out there and you are never truly on your own
Knowing one in four go through this and you do not have deal with this alone
Recalling random acts of kindness and ones that I can offer too
Accepting support when it is offered as I know this will get me through

Never Alone

I feel better when I am looking out of the window
And see the beauty of life

I can then ask myself, am I really alone?
People walking, dogs wagging their tails,
I need to remember how all these people need each other.
Dogs, children, animals, humans,
We all depend on each other to survive.
I am not alone am I?
Why am I any different?
We all need someone or something to depend on
I am unique, but not alone!

We carry our pains hiding them away
We all have problems, but how can we deal with them.
I know now, by realising I am not alone.
We can look at others and think they have all the answers
But we have to remember,
We don’t know what they are really carrying
And we have to know that we need each other to feel better,
As we are not really alone.
The beauty of the world outside,
The life, the breath we take, the wind, the sun, the laughter
It can carry us through
As I know now that when I look out that window
It makes me feel better as I am never really alone
I am surrounded by people and animals that all need each other.
We are never alone

My day was better because I know you

I woke up this morning
What did I see?
I saw you,

And my day was a better day

I drove to work this morning
What did I feel?
I felt you near me,

And my day was a better day

I went into work
To face the day
And realised I didn’t need to worry
As you were with me

And my day was a better day

I looked at the clock and saw it was time to go home
How can that be?
My day went so well,
I could tell you were carrying me

And my day was a better day

I drove home from work this day
And then I knew,
That when I lean on you
I can conquer anything

And I knew that day, my life was better because I know you.

I picked an injury when doing sport
My knee, jaw and eyes
It put me on the shelf I felt quite short
I was in hospital the laid up eating self-pitty pies

Again and again, as the cholesterol built so did the stress
To be honest I was quite a mess.
After a few months I started eating right and enrolled at a gym
Suddenly the horizon wasn’t that dim

I was out injured black and blue
Now I’m surgically repaired, fitter and back for round 2
Thanks to my friends I’m energised and motivated
Self-improved, grateful and elated
I feel better when I am taking control of my situation
With hard work and application

2016, a year of great note!
The Nation hails the man who wrote
Publication of works voluminous
Sometimes tragic, often humorous
Some, with a great deal of cynicism
Wrongly accuse him of plagiarism
Christopher Marlowe often thought
That the bard’s works came to nought
Now a whole four centuries later
We venerate Macbeth’s creator
His plays are the most prolific
And his sonnets are terrific
Not a topic is taboo
About nothing, much ado
With characters homoerotic
And, some kings, near despotic
Viola, it is quite distressing
Attains her love via cross-dressing
Sir Toby, in an awful funk
Resorts, naturally to get drunk
Hamlet, full of dread and fear
Resulting from a poisoned ear
Shylock pound of flesh the cost
Antonio, but for Portia, lost
Julius Caesar, out of luck
With a lot of knives is stuck

Shakespeare’s works have great diameter
I feel better when I am bic pentameter!

I feel better when I am playing cricket

When Friday comes
I feel better because it is time for cricket

As soon as I step into the sports hall,
Everything else but cricket is forgotten

I can’t wait to bowl
That is when I shine
The moment I get a wicket
I smile and shout “yes”
I feel so happy and proud of myself

Winning as a team makes it all worthwhile

Even if my team lose,
Playing cricket is all that matters

Cricket is my hope, my passion
It makes me feel better.

An early morning walk

A fine frost sparkles all around
The air is crisp and fresh, I inhale deep lung fulls,
refreshing myself from the inside out.

The sky is slowly brightening,
cotton wool waves of pink and purple
lap at the roof tops.

As I cross the road I am startled by a
rustling in the bushes, panic turns to wonder
As a squirrel appears and looks around.

We regard each other, the squirrel and I
both in awe of the brilliant morning sky.

As I walk the cold starts to warm my bones.
my nose glows red and my ears burn
but I feel better.

When I’m walking on through this peaceful town
I feel thankful, glad that I can enjoy
the beauty and grace of this place.

Freedom.
With my friends I have an escape,
I can turn off and forget about the worries,
My thoughts can no longer dwell in the abyss of my mind.
I can’t drag myself down my downwards spiral of doubt.

He takes my hand forward and leads me to the light
And when he does, together we shall fight;
Individually we have gone through hell,
But together we choose to stay in heaven.
He smiles and all the troubles seem to fade
As he is my personal dose of first aid.
The bandage that soothes my wound.
The one who helps me heal, to recover.

Happiness:
It’s not something I can define
In a sentence, nor through speech.
It’s something I feel, deep underneath.
My heart it beats me through yet another day
I tell myself.
It’ll all be okay.