Made in china- app by- product


  Brain waves traveling faster than a dinosaur fleeing from  the ice age,

Technology blunders -slow down the creative process stage.

Running up energy expenditure – Tabs kept, monitor my blood temperature.

Life in the fast lane – when chugging on a mere 4 Gigabytes.

Tridecyl loses faith in Darwin when he has to fly for his survival – true it was one of the darkest nights.

Faith in the modern world -lost to a time warp. Panacea, cure me of this analytic google oddity.

Install second sight into the eyes of my alter ego- Eve.  She summons heapings of mutated gravities.

Staring at a screen for t-t-t- tick-tocking explosive minutes. Circle an hour. Loops of the underground.

I’m about to reload my patience when the page wants me to bin it.

Aw snap, I’m unresponsive.

Let me react and pummel my fist into your unintelligible emotionless sieve,

What a Git!

Scene two: Vladimir overrides scarface in tissues. Vision is seen by the one with the innocent of faces

Judgment found in a  conjoined pair of twins named  Iris – gossiping needleworkers feeding on human abscesses.

The world is a little colder when the transition is slow to advance.

Emoji disappoint in a world centered around wired up individuals dancing to senseless  trance

The fury, the muster.

I fluster.

I  gusto in guster.

I make these words up for I feel the growth of Ire expounding in my dog – yeah, he’s called Buster. 😀

This weed puts in an effort when dealing with humans and technology.

Flee from this dystopic, utopic disadvantage in perceptive oncology.

The virtues of patience feed into my supply of Prozac and duloxetine.

This shit should keep me buzzing.

I shouldn’t have to  pay to name a star

A telescope is not in need to see whose receptors disassociate delafossite from the normal homo sapien.

Clusters of worry – mind map in colors I can’t pronounce.

I look to the future – fish eyes – sideways – breathing gills trumpet out the word: denounce.

Grasshopper legs glued to three lucky stripe trainers – The past needs to catch up.

 I’m in a zazen mind – self-improvement Tetris game – this retro girl ain’t going to get much tamer. 😉

Throw shapes at me –  Elsa blows tubular notes  of  ‘just let it go’

Keep your omega fish fingers away from me. I must move on, warm up.

I need my organic  glow.

Widgets, apps, cloud configuration tampers with my whacked out imagination

I can’t hear what you are saying cos I’m fired up on neurological cylinders shouting:  God speed – don’t talk to the meth head.

Frustration is conjured not by magic or by art – The modern twisted sentiment of living in a world of Mozart concerto’s lost to simpatico’s heart.

Strive for Success  – driven to please all my slave drivers in leather bind-ups.

The worst of them reside not in other homes but in my brain – senile resident wind ups.

Cover my tracks – Twiggy never reached the thigh touch gap.

Her phone got flushed down the toilet bowl talking to launch a brand new app.

Lost for words. I curse in contemporary verse.

I am contemporary – juxtaposed with an old fashioned queer like pose.

Take me as I am –  not facile – trust j’ai  complique.

The effort and work are worth it – I’m not some donkey punch with Barbie doll hair.

Local shag. com, you missed that site at the bypass.

My heart stopped beating when I saw the cadaver’s mask slip – gassed me up.

Tosser tossed me like a deflated sex doll on the tarmac-

a mere Carcass.

Look up!

One offer. This is what I can give you.

One chance to redeem your coupon – I may be a dreamer – you can carry on  with your infantile teasing

I’m schismatic  when it comes to how I reach the finish line

Who’s checked in first class to a welcome troupe of genuine, empowering people who know how to demonstrate what they are truly feeling?

*Inspired by deadlines, laptops crashing, building websites, fickle people and the urge to write some waffle


About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on Feb 11, 2017, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. I need my organic glow…yep, me too 😉

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  2. I need my organic glow
    what a revelation
    Great line
    As Sheldon Always

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  3. Excellent reflection of what the world looks like…especially at this time. Have a Hug-filled week-end. Hugs! ❤


  4. As this post nicely illustrates, your writing style is dense with themes and images… and I love it. 🙂

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  5. frustrations abound
    like this is all there is to life
    but you a wife
    me an ex
    a hex
    but it is our s to laugh
    to cash in
    and say sorry
    my dark
    side got in the way again!

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