My Consent.

 

My mind has been focused on simple acts.

I got lost in the tiniest of   fish bowls,

 now I have got what I want, my mind is on detonate mode.

123  – it feels like I’ve sold almost all of my souls.

Bolivian marching powder?

No, not that kind of blow but I need a fix to settle these nerves.

What do I know about writing?

It  comes my way in  swirly acid-like curves

M.A.  – Master of Ass holes.

I signed up for this shit and now it feels like I have sucked myself into my own suicide pact,  by leaking out the gas-

 it flows.

Riding on a high, I think I can fly.

I hit the floor -head first.

 Brain cells die.

The illusion is no more.

I have to take it and there is no more chances to ignore.

My very core.

Paddling with or without an  oar.

Clueless.

Fish have evolved and learned to  grow wings!

I’m a fallen angel, wings already in place.

I shouldn’t have a problem claiming my precious,  idolised rings.

Syntax.

It ain’t hard to fill out my own sin award credit tax.

Register!

Therefore, I am pilgrim -like innit mega -sir!

Noun ?

Bitch, fetch me my gown.

My mind is running on crazy adrenaline,

panic sets in and I am fucked if I can remember whose bed I am meant to be in.

Perspective just got  that bit closer

It punched me in the face-

Invisible fists just came at me like a ghost –

AH!

Can I do this?

I seem to always get what I want.

Except with emotional IQ situations – I kind of let that one slip into the abyss.

So, I continue to create my own destiny…

Fate is for people living in a book of dizzy ,fairy tale necessity.

I’m scared.

I feel the fear.

I’m not gonna lie.

All this sudden knowledge makes me want jump ship and  say,

‘fuck! Au revoir,  matie.   Here, you  have a go and steer.’

Fear is good.

It means I care.

Passion is good

It means I will probably fare.

So cool how I fooled my way into school.

This shit could still  just back fire-   now who’s the cool fool?

Now.

Present.

Past is a bit tense.

Future has been signed by my consent.

Got to end – we all want a happy ending.

I made this shit up.

I decide what is outstanding and what is still pending.

Having a panic attack. Trying to type me out of one. I’ve done it before.  I’m in. I am starting the first part of my MA in creative writing in October 2016.)

I’ve got like a million books I need to read and I only have one brain currently ruled by my fucking physical needs and lusts!

 

Posted on 2016-07-13, in Experimental Writing updates, Poetry updates and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.

  1. Morning lovely friend,where am located its morning,do know about you! But wish you a very lovely day,I’ve just nominated you for the 3 day quote challenge,best of luck & enjoy. Luv & hugs.

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  2. As always….my Love and Big Hugs!!!! ❤ ❤

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  3. I want to know book number one and the last book on your list! lol

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  4. I am so sorry, but your thoughts often make me laugh. Sometimes, your just airing shit out and I find myself laughing my butt off. You having a writing style that is so unique. It is a pleasure to read your posts. Have a great evening.

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  5. Seriously, I could hear an epic voice rapping inside my head as I read. You should work on your live poetry reading!! I loved the video of your poem for your little dancer girl.
    Cheers!
    Trin

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  6. I really like your writing here Daisy. It’s clever. Your mind is pretty nuts isn’t it!…and I mean that in the nice way 🙂 You are like a human writer equivalent of a garment of clothing that has been turned inside out. You allow us to see the seams and the threads and the back of the zips and all the bits you don’t usually see of that item of clothing that is you… (if you get what I mean!?) I like it-Daisy inside out 🙂 You are more than capable of the MA-personally I think you’ll sail through it, but even when you encounter blocks…try not to stress, they are learning experiences. Creativity of any kind is usually marred with self doubt and self criticism. Most actors hate watching themselves on screen, artists are embarrassed of their paintings in a gallery, and many writers hate what they write, and sometimes don’t know what to write at all, which is stressful. Exposure and insecurity is part of creativity, and you have creativity in bucketloads, so maybe these kind of insecurities are what come with the gift? I don’t know…just my take on it xxx

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    • Imani. You just are amazing. And have a way of comforting me. Your heart and observations mean so much to me. Erm. . Next time we are doing it we should have an outer body experience and connect 😂😂😂😁can’t believe what u said in you post comment. I laughed for about 5 minutes. I love you and your writing so much. I really mean that hun you have so much soul and are just fucking fantastic xxxx much is love xxx

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  7. Wow, I went into a bit of a trance reading that… I`m pretty sure there was some EMINEM beats playing in my head while I rapped your post. Way to go on starting your MA!

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