The unsensational one dimensionals
The pain inside me remains the real deal
It’s a tragedy how I only cruise on wordpress when I have tears dripping onto the steering wheel.
The journey that promotes me to tap away is always inspired by an ill gotten day.
Deal with the past. It’s too easy to blame.
I swear, I look forward.
Stand up for where I go wrong and who I maim.
Revolving doors of asylum, inpatient wannabe beauticians.
Incredulous that my own mother
bipolar, institionalised,
beaten by her lovers and suffered her own ills.
Thinks its better to throw me behind the institution with E.C.T. waves and the barbed wire.
Jesus had a crown of thorns – aesthetically cruel in their Romanic decisions.
It’s a loop on a loop.
more drama –
Every.
Week.
It’s.
Something.
New.
No.
every week its the same song coming out in different shade of blue.
This won’t disappear by erasing my face from your mind.
My child is my glory.
You wonder why i can’t take this lying down?
instead I give you the flamboyant, cussation sign
Call the crisis team.
We live in a Theresa May ,Tory sperm infested government.
I’m not suicidal.
I’m not drinking
I’m not overdosing
Not taking drugs.
Merely holding myself at a metaphorical gunpoint.
I want to protect my family from the inner Iago in me.
Deceives and twists all the good my heart seeks to see.
A mighty herculean -blinded by rage.
Numbers are his torment – he looks to them like riches dripped in gold.
an obssesive compulsive disorder compells him to have less –
It must be all light and sage.
Alone , i wake up to the sound of silence.
No daughter to say good bye to ,
no husband plodding about drinking coffee and watching QI on rinse.
In Africa I would be welcomed for my rise in weight.
I’m not in Africa.
I’m in a mind fed on media, with distorted ideas about what to look like.
Social media , I hate.
Insight is a curse -Ignorance is bliss.
Two weeks away from my deadline.
Post graduate, Daisy willows , in the Humanities
I should be riding out to the ocean to collect my sun’s kiss.
I feel like I’m there for everyone- I listen to their woes.
I jump up and celebrate every time they make a success of their lives.
They shine so bright – I call them my ‘little twinkle toes’.
I know I shouldn’t expect,
then I wouldn’t ‘t get disappointed.
I do,
i do…
I do..
life.
I keep up appearances until the night terrors pull me out of my bed, torture me under veiled sight.
Days
filled with infected cuts and perceptions line up disjointed.
I’m not the only one who doesn’t have a family!
So, why do you get the hump when i have no other alternative but to call up the family intervention team?
I want my daughter to grow up without these bouts of fits & confusion.
the cycle of poorly managed mental health to skip a generation .
Enough with another ‘daughter following in her mother’s steps’ delusion.
There is more to the back lash of her tounge and callous remarks than plain old wickedness.
We are a narrative of complex emotions bound up, in a body of flesh and bones.
look beyond your eye line fall.
Seek and you will find a person who is not transparent -less.
Sick of seeking approval from social media one dimensional folk.
Cull the people who can’t see it for what it is.
Fakery
it’s beyond a joke.
Cutting down on so called friends.
re catagorise my means to justify making ethical ends.
People see right through you
Unless your name is printed in black and white.
The best stars shine and go about unseen,
making wishes of hope seem bright.
Her rage tips over the sides – the current for those who get credit for being generico stereotype.
It’s all hype.
they barely even look alive.
I want justice.
I want the people who make a difference
to get credit where its due.
I’ve had enough of this fake bakery .
Diabetic shots brings out the bad assery in me.
I’m done with pretentious folk .
Emotional vampires who expect.
Because they think they precribe the ideal look.
Its sad, a shame.
Don’t get caught up in the superficial.
Remember, reality goes way past the fantasy of this screen.
Cos we naturally wired to be a human being.
We need to communicate
reciprocate.
Technology has purpose – it’s not for living life in a kumbaya state.
So many lies,
people all have ties
Issues-
That keep them reaching out for 39p tissues.
I’m here for authenticity.
Denounce those who I see,
in all their duplicity.
I can’t be good and kind to all that seek attention.
selfish,
marred
How tragic is this situation?
Goodbye to many of you.
who will never wake from your boggled eyed fallacy.
I don’t do this out of spite or even maliciously .
I see clearly what and who holds me back.
My sole purpose is to stay on track.
So good bye to some of those
I’ve met on my path
Good luck with your life and everything that comes with decisions aftermath.
I aint got no more energy for you.
My people, my life needs my attention. Arrears paid up –
Well overdue.
Mini life update 14 days until I hand in my End Of Module assessment for year one of my Masters. 😛
I will have a post graduate certificate in the Humanities 😛🤓🤓
I have news….
A director (not name dropping) wants me to send him my script about the homeless couple.
I don’t think Im going to……..
Or maybe I should …..
I don’t know.
I’ve never thought I was a good enough writer to see my work brought to life.
It”s scary to think that success is possible.
Rejection is normal, but the more I distance myself from the people in my life who made/make me feel shit about myself, and my abilities, and my sense of belonging; the more I meet people who see the good in me .
I don’t want to feel like shit around people.
So, I would rather be surrounded by a small number of those who are true and think I’m cool ish 😎😉.
Let the rest of world get their claws out in their need for attention, and to be heard.
Be humble.
Life is a blessing already
One thing is for sure. I will never work for fame. I will always work for justice and what is right.
I’m struggling, but never will I give up or give in.
This heart beats.
These eyes have fire behind them
DAISY
Xxx
Posted on Jun 14, 2022, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creativity, Emotions, Life, Love, Recovery, Relationships, spirituality, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.
Ohh so beautifully written! You really wrote it while deep in your thoughts!
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This was so well written! I really enjoyed the rhyme scheme . It was unpredictable which always made the post more enticing.
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Thank you 😊
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Hi Fabrice. I’m so glad you approve. I’m not one to conform to a rhyme pattern ha ha! it’s good to know someone appreciates it 🙂
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No problem Daisy! Trying to catch up on all the wonderful posts I missed
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Yes, same here -will be visiting soon 🙂
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Big hugs 🤗
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Gosh! Daisy I miss you so much. This whole poem, the emotions, intensity, and honest are but a triumphant and every line is my favorite.
I am back! Daisy. Love this whole poem so much. 🙂
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Thank you, l will be back soon. Catch you up. Take care.
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Hope all is well Daisy. I’m here for you if you need a friend to talk to. 🙂
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You are cool Daisy not just coolish…you are cooler than me and I have ice in my veins or so I have been told. I missed you.
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No way, You have writing swagger. I admire your knowledge and avant garde interests and writing. I’m not officially back…. but getting there :D. Catch up properly soon! but, thank you for your cool comment 😉
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Well I look forward, keep icy.
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Ha ha. Wouldn’t want to melt ha ha. You too, ice cold 😉😎😍
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Don’t melt whatever you do.
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It’s impossible in the climate I live in ,Cake 😉
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“So, I would rather be surrounded by a small number of those who are true and think I’m cool.” I hear you, I feel you, I resonate with you…and not just with that line.
You are a strong woman and I love you, just for you are! Oh and why the h*ll don’t you send it that script?!?! Maybe they don’t like it, but it is another opportunity to learn…right?
Big, enormous hug! XxX
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Patty! Xxx aw, I don’t know. The first act needs redrafting, the second is… well…. 😂🙄 idk. Waiting to see what grade I get. I get super cool died entry and then think I don’t want to waste someone’s time. I don’t know. Still have the email address and… well….. ha ha… you are right. Experience is everything xxx big hugs xx
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If you need someone to pre-read it (or how do you say that?) ….just say the word 😉
XxX
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Can’t even point out a favorite line, because they’re all my favorite line.
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Thank you Sam. Xxx
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My Daisy dose – cool!
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xx 😀
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Beautifully written. Sending you hugs Daisy. Year one down in 14 days.
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Thank you to xxx eek!
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Massive hugs 🙂 and great great work. You are such an inspiration. xxx
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🤗🤗🤗😘❤💖💗❣💌
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