Sunny disposition’s shadow.
Harried. Hurried. Life pulls me into its vortex.
Tears drip, sealing up presents protected in pink wrapping paper.
She is growing too old, too quickly . Nauseating -left sickly.
Guilt erodes my cavernous mind -echoes dart all around.
So triste. If only I could plug in a pair of earphones so you can hear my heart’s melody- a melancholic cacophony of unequal distributed sound.
Courage,
bravery.
A new day and it’s time to celebrate.
Cake and food and balloons to check off the list.
Snacks, goats cheese quiche. They don’t do a version called hashish.
Khaleef.
Relief.
Slide my cell phone out, to check how many miles I’ve clocked on my fitness app. Gravity does an honourable job of conforming to what I’ve been told it should do when my phone disconnects from my hand.
Shattered glass. I scream:
No, not the screen!
Smoke ablaze, allow me to atone for my karmic debt. Soul let me be clean.
God theory – Spiritual . Analytical – my faith is still reciprocal.
Hope to make a punch in the fruit aisle. Grapes ,peaches, grab a sack of bananas.
The educated children won’t remember the birthday girl if we don’t get 22 packets of individually wrapped Haribo sweets for them to take home.
Sugar rush -sweeten the crush . No huge party – with a whole class invited to practice nurse and doctors with up to date human body scanners.
Time.
Pressure.
Stress.
Masters of writing .Deadlines.
Party time or Mommy will get stuck with the craziest fine.
Sunshine?
Rain – divine. Only when wrapped up in a duvet in my precious bed – liken it to someone’s favourite merlot wine.
Bus. Wind. Howling and scowling. A face – a perfect reflection of the weather.
Dentistry. High priority. Teeth fixed.
Smile and show off your invisible vulnerability.
Pictures dating back to the 1920’s – Man with 1000’s of vintage cameras has a hobby, he can unfreeze time and develop older pictures into negatives. It’s all about integrity.
Pass them down to your future generations – remember those who came before us. The ones we inherited our addictions, maledictions.
Nose catches a whiff- a sense of a DNA code .
Imagination.
Frozen Snapshot!
Talking to myself -creating characters in a place of puffed up, cloudy mindfulness. Not so sure that inherited genes fall under the category of serious afflictions.
Not crazy perhaps a mere case of unharnessed creativity.
What is so wrong with riding on an elated bull of mimicry?
Smokescreen – less hazy. £100 bill to fix my technological , grave -sadistic error in clumsiness.
PC world.
Would you rather pay £1000 for a new mac laptop or £49 ?
Ex-navy man, stop skirting around the gravy line, drop it on me like an anchor. In my world money is your pay packet. All I have is a sense of running out of time.
Rabbits are late. Missed the date , bounced cheque couldn’t secure my delivery bundle, all inclusive with the hottest corporate communication and logistics stork delivery enterprise.
Maybe next year I will miss the pill.
Phones for you.
For me?
For you!
Warranty does not cover intoxicated phones.
Why did you have to get giddy and go bonkers at the mention of a few smartie infused cocktails, for a party happening at 4pm ?
This is festive stuffing prepped for nightmares. 1000’s of drones willing to commit mass suicide – I don’t think bee heaven has parties streamed with foam slides and glow in the dark stick tones.
Deaf – no jam.
Talking in my ear. Three wise men chasing a star .
All I need is one competent man.
Pass me a fan. English turns into piggish.
Yes, the laptop is exactly what I need.
Writer? -one of the things I do.
Student debt. This mute starts to laugh .
Their bombastic moves to persuade me leaves me with the taste of lead. I’m tempted to walk out of here as a woman converted to the Amish.
My specs are more concerned with software.
Microsoft,
SoundCloud.
Insurance?
Don’t make me use my collateral.
Figures ruminating around my mind – 400 – 500.
Add-ons.
More fad songs.
Inside, Hurricane Matthew remnants rattle Mount cranium. Hurtling through the air – a cow passes by me in flight, with a courteous: moo.
This is my despair.
The carefree and serene look is the only bargain I am looking for.
Time is zig zagging up behind me in crocodile form. He has that tick-tocking swag -his tail -swish swashes-ear drums deafened.
Momentary paralysis.
Mentally confused.
Mindstate? Ready to light the cannon ball.
Scream: terrorist.
I am that bemused.
I will give you £60 worth of Morrisons grocery shopping if you stop selling to a seller – trying to service a servicer
Yadda yadda yadda. Green is grasser.
Too much fodder . Where’s the verbal shredder?
Noise pollution.
Recycle your position.
You can choose to not tick: employment occupation – Ass wiper.
Sit down. Take it all in. Funds ready to transfer. Card amped to stick it in and spread that green cum from within.
No protection.
Dirty laundering.
Hand wash only.
I’m thinking my accepted friend V has an addiction .
I satisfied him last night. Friends do that caring thing.
All week I have had him in and out. He doesn’t even remember most of his hits.
I spent most of Wednesday washing out bloody sheets, stained with a not so virginal hole.
Sinful statement – let’s sing a hymn for her cheery soul.
Disease seems not far from our midst.
I need to contain it and stop passing it on and encouraging sharing.
Vee – I don’t want to lose you to a pair of sharp tools.
Poodle-haired lady bitch behind me – tit tittering.
Leave empty-handed. Priorities in order.
Not High street fashionable but then again I have always been drawn to disorder.
Time to leave consumer society.
I’ve already taken a shot to the shoulder with over a hundred pound bill.
Narcotic.
Alcohol arises from its slumber. Coughing,cunning and conniving.
Remember next Thursday. All day Workshops on how to handle stress, delivered to four back to back classes of teens in year 10.
Safety zone. A place I have to call my own.
Rant. communicate.
SURPRISE!
Look at her face – full of delight. Illuminati – unbelievers.
Posted on May 16, 2022, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Emotions, humanity, Life, Love, society, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 36 Comments.
hey, i think you need to update the URL in your gravatar profile: it reads ‘daisywillows’ rather than ‘daisyinthewillows’. 🙂
peace ^_^v
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Oh thanks for that M. Need to figure out how to do that. lol
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Think I have sorted it. 🙂
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if on a computer, it’s somewhere close by where you edit your picture… i think 😅 not near a computer, as you can imagine! clueless with doing it by phone, so… nvm. 😋
no worries 😊 hope you’ve been well.
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Daisy have I ever told you how much your writing reminds me of William Burroughs & Bob Dylan?
Your style of stream consciousness is powerfully greater and triumphantly achievement. 🙂
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Really? Now that is some compliment. Lol. I am blushing. ha ha! Thank you. Your support means so much to me. Hugs 🙂
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You are welcome my good friend. 🙂
Your writing is always blowing my mind away. Your stream of consciousness is phenomenal and I love what you do. 🙂
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Very creative!
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😀 T Y. I think .
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☺ 🌷
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You have quite the knack for writing Daisy. Well done!
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Thank you Eugenia. What an awesome thing to say . Hope all is well? 😊
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😉
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Total quality Daisy (long time no visit….sorry !!)
What this has done for me is follow the post watching all those things that get packed into a day without even realising it. New thought or action rushing and colliding into the next one, no time to breathe, to think, to pause and take stock. Seconds, minute, hours racing ever on, scrambling for the tech, juggling it with scrambled eggs and breakfast for two…it would be three but in doing the kids I forget about me…ever onwards….one update becomes hundreds as, like buses all arrive at once…pray for no power cuts lest the beast machines fail to recover….did I pay that bill? Why didn’t I switch the kettle on…too late coffee has to wait…
And breathe….well, that was the message I took from your post at least 🤔
Hope alls well 💐
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Hi Gary! Life is busy for u too then? 😀 yup we are on the same line of thinking. Will catch up with u soon. How are u?
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Very much so Daisy! I feel certain Time is playing me for a buffoon. Blink and it’s deleted hours in my day. I mean, it’s almost Christmas !!!! Have to admit that was my first impression of your post by the second paragraph lol. All good (mostly) here thank you kindly. And yes, a catch up would be nice 😊
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Lol I know the feeling . Oh no not the C word. 😂😂😂😂😂😂
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I love this! 😘💛💖Do I get a packet of haribo too for being your blogger soul mate 😂😄 will have to catch up soon, and meeting up would be epic too! 💖💖💖 Mwah X love ya X
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Thanks my summer! You get a lifetime supply of Haribos . Hope things are better xxx Catch up yes and meet up :YES! at the moment I have committed myself to too much and I am way too stubborn to cut back. Nervous breakdown alert. Deep breaths. lol………
I will answer your question from the other post here: 😀
No. I hardly have time to blog write these days. It sucks. Twice a week if I am lucky. xxxxxx love ya xxx
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I’ll be in touch soon 😘😘😘 maybe email you or do a video message 💖💖💖
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Sounds like a fab idea xxx
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Love the metaphor of plugging in headphones to your heart so that we can hear your heart’s melody. ❤️🎼 I love your writing style, I’ve never encountered anything like it, and that’s a good thing. Also hard to do in a world with so many writers. Keep it up 🙂
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Oh thank you so much. Wow . What a compliment 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
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Lovely post Daisy. I feel you. It’s nice what friends do for each other😍😍
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Thanks E xx hope all is well? Xx
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I’m fine Daisy. Thanks💝💕
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Glad to hear all is well xxx
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This seemed like a really long day! Deep breaths Daisy.
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It was DEB 😣😣😣😣😣.
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Whew! I’m exhausted on your behalf! Wow! 🙌💕
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Lol x
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Hi, Daisy! Not been around for a few weeks….been away….getting ready for a ‘long break’. Plenty to do! Will always have a ‘look in’ when I can. Stay Well! Hugs! 💕💕💕
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Hey Babs. oooh sounds good. Anywhere you dare tell me. I might come and find you 😀 –I need a break lol… Hope you have a fab time and chill. Yes, always plenty to do. I’m in the same space but no long break in sight. All in good time, hey? you take care xx
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Ha! Ha! Will let you know soon…You will be familiar with the place…. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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sunshine suuuperwoman tasha!
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lol. Thanks J 🙂
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