Why did I eat that ?
Any cat will know I’m gonna scream bloody hell I’m so fat.
If only I meant it like I’m cool dealing with a belly
extended like a starved, fledgling Biafran
Doesn’t mean I’m happy when the scales groan
-too much mass.
Why did I eat that?
inhaled beans, and camembert cheese , tuna and peas
Hard core, non divergent, box ticking Anorexic.
I can’t throw up. I can’t use laxatives.
I sit with my newfound rolls.
Puppy dog
not cute .
Eating disorder you smutty little tease.
Why did I eat that?
Mushrooms to grow?
Or shrink my stomach to give off a sexy new glow ?
Only so much fungi I can mitigate when I’ve had an oral mastication blow.
This is not a pleasurable job.
Hands cover my eyes. No mirrors must ever let me know.
Why did I eat that ?
A memoir to torment myself – 30 tablets a day – neck it down
Sit on the psychiatrist’s couch.
How about we lose the meds, you give me the cure
I can show off a palatable pageant, non dentistry crown.
Why did I eat that?
I need energy, Can’t go places without any juice
This ole devil gives me every sodamistic excuse.
The answer?
I’m feeling not quite right in the head.
I’m determined to live out the next 30 years living free of Bio-Pyscho-Social, self punishment misuse.
OTHER WORDLY .
Unfathomable to relate how a portrait of an unaffected cherub
mirrors
a forgotten dimension to
the paradigm LONER.
PENSIVE – angelic eyes
unfreeze momentarily — expressions animate the oil painted canvas.
Voice barely audible -mouths out to me
Who is this new persona?
Blood of my labour sworn to tell the gospel TRUTH.
Astonished -wrinkles crease — at time ‘s wildfulness to penetrate her innocence—
She’s not looking back at her youth.
BULLIED
The cycle continues-
Elders blame the outsider for a lack of faith in conventional —Spirituality.
ELDER peers down through an intoxicating incensed haze.
Measure me up.
Squares me up.
On humble grounds
I stand a full head above her broad shoulders.
Closer to her divine maker
pious prayers hail down
the blame game
the name game.
Tortured soul seeker
Scarpers for the licks of hell’s flames.
trips over underwood
poltergeists log a strategic placed guilt ambush
rotting the core of this circle of life’s CONTINUITY.
AUTHORITY ISSUES.
Time will decide whether we are cosmic twins born 3 decades APART.
This is her descent to destiny .
roughly sketched into this world-
pallid , charcoal smudged into silence.
An artist confronted with his frailty to conceive life.
Mourns the leftover clots of a being.
Miscariage – remnants of nurture -a mere puddle of blood outlining his corrosive flaw.
A splattering of colours, tears stained by remorse.
a howl of def toned melancholy
The artist sips a cup of penny total tea.
recomposed.
A sighed relief-
she has -AWAKENED.
ALONE – – is she fated too?
-The rebels never conforms
Transience
Stricken by the awareness of my own
MORTALITY.
INQUISITIVE betrayed by her translucence
frown rouges her cheeks in introspection.
familiar strange words
Alienation effect prompts a impulsive turn around
the past
curses
damning this loner to truly see.
An epiphany of divine INSIGHT
UNDER or OVER ACHIEVER perfection adorned with feathers of liberty –
don’t try to please anyone!
A storm intervenes obscuring the BIGGER PICTURE-
Save that energy
for life
is a gift and
It’s your greatest fight.
RESPONSIBLE for so much — tempted by earth’s seasonal affective disorder
Why does she have to be mortal?
Wings hook into shoulder blades
Reduced to a puppet attached by silver linings.
aerial view-
panoramic
circular murmuration
obsessive.
Eyes strain ,blood shot.
Wind exhales mustard peppered vapours
orchestrating sight to follow a new PERSPECTIVE.
WISDOM revealed by the crooked halo’d questions
glitterer
shimmers her every inflection.
the yearn of experience — to keep heavens babe toothless , unaware of the survival evolution taking place
Within.
TENACIOUS – I overlook her every smile
from above
stitched up my heart
remains
the scapegoat
the seeker.
until a moment forces me to find a burial ground
Unwillingly close my eyes –
the universe screeches –velocity erases all time.
Formless parts full up spaces amongst the dirt.
await for these settlers to wipe all memory from this life.
Old souls are never alone for eternity.
We have one another to rise above our hurt.
knowledge is power, wisdom is happiness and truth is freedom
known for ranting about the men who do me wrong.
Today
I don’t care enough to write about men who clearly hear beats from some other song.
Usually my posts carry at least 900 words.
Today –
Daisy , me – 37 year old, divorced and a mum with heart and
played,riffes strummed ,
duh dum!
Okay.. throw in a hum.
Thank you men who are wonderfully crazy
I’ve been their hazy daisy
Now is my time to pull back the sheets
and embrace my beauty ,my flaws without hearing insults thrown at me.
Not an easy caveat
I’m a lover ,Im’ a fighter ,I’m passionate,
I’m not a pliable little girl.
I cry
I pick myself
I’m fierce.
A mama bear has fire
baby bear follows
in hesitant paws.
A Shrug.
My love.
My love.
My loves
are bigger than the swell of the Titanic
Meet the match you’ve stroked.
Daisy grew up.
Forever wild and passionate.
I know my worth.
I let men talk.
I let men walk.
Some men just want a woman to be who they need them to be.
Hey, I see the good –
I love the good in the men I’ve opened my heart to.
I would give my last penny or hug to someone even when I know it’s not going to work out.
Call me whatever you want .
Yes, I have a cunt.
I can bitch at times.
I’m possibly possessed ,fiery
even a witch.
No more interest in the chase – stop caring to write words about men who make less sense than my stream of consciousness works.
I’ll settle for a man who knows how to deal with grown ass women.
Flawed, beautiful , funny,weird ,crazy, dazed, Drugged ,sober , quiet , over talkative, skinny ,curvy, ill behaved, lovable, ditzy, smart -a conundrum of premium star dust.
If Men are afraid it’s because she- me knows what she wants.
run away and give way to a man I can adore.
This isn’t poetry, it ‘s me – never hide behind a front.
Daisy speaks her c’est la vie.
FOR ALL THE DOUBTERS
If you could see what others do. You have always let doubt confuse your idea of who and what you are capable of.
I have always known you to be beautiful in all ways and I have learnt and felt your loyalty, pride and strength of character. We somehow picked one another and I drew a good hand.
You are the best kind of romantic and that quality needs to be nurtured and not be exploited by those who don’t understand your story and how you got to the person you are today. There are plenty of people who are not worth the bother, believe me, don’t believe me. I think you know that.
The past is way back over there. These are exciting times. Now,the future. Some of the best years of your life are waiting to be lived. You can afford to be picky. You deserve someone to ‘hug you so hard they will put all your pieces back together’.
Don’t let ass holes or wankers ruin today and the future for you. There is a lesson to be learned from everything we do and experience.
Yes, it is easy to pick out the negatives but on the plus side -you are free, you have been incarcerated, masks have dropped revealing the truth that cannot be covered up any-more, don’t take it personally. You were honest from the beginning. Take pride in that. Hold your head up high.
This is a new page, a fresh book even. You need as much light and love as possible to create the magic you want. You have not wasted time if you have taken some time to do a bit of searching within and decide what to take with you into this day and discard what has left you high and dry in the past. I read somewhere that the thoughts we think are mantras and a form of prayer.
Be aware of what your thoughts are saying; they may just turn into your reality. Take the time to find out what you are wanting from your life.
There is so much out there. There is something so rare about you. Life can be cruel but you have remained gentle and kind and it shows. You are one of the toughest people I know.
Please do not be mistaken that I think you are weak. Far from it. We are making good experiences and only the best people should be allowed to come on that journey, don’t you think?
Don’t shun all people thinking everyone is like the last person you shared your heart with. Don’t harden -don’t clam up. You are able to re-define your world on your terms.
Love as much as ever. To love is never a fault. To love the wrong person is easily done when someone is not upfront with you from the beginning or who breaks your trust.
BELIEVE!
Believe that there is magic and you are creating it. Shake off the doubts and smile, glow, be who you are.
There is no fault to be found in you. I have so much respect for you and admire you.
So many really do BELIEVE! do what must be done so that you can close this door and open to a new day.
My first attempt at Flash fiction.
Jun 6
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Down with procrastination
Up with productivity
#justsaynotoslumps
Keep pushing on.
Is there a social media ban app that won’t let me unblock until I say it can unblock me ? 樂樂樂樂
I’ve been on a manic induced high for a week . I’m crashing down .
I can’t hit the dug out ditch
Comfortably numb
soiled and moist
I have people who I want to be there- cemented in a consistent framework- for.
A lot of new changes happening in my life etc…
And the depression is real.
Nothing makes sense,
Discombobulated sums it up best.
The tears are pulling at the heart- spiritually & physically .
Them those tears that seem forced
if you try to visibly show your seismic shamic induced seizure of the internal crustal plates of your entire cosmos .
The Internal inadequacies
An inferno of anxieties .
Various maladies & malaises.
It all comes across as dramatics, fakeries…
Not worth the eyes snapping desparatly in driftly
A backdraft of procrastination confirms I can’t complete my goal ( just a thought)
And reinforcees the belief that I’m damned as a writer .
A fraudster..
I never want to pick a pocket or two
Just say no to the plague or schism ..
…
Just do it !
Get my heart into gear and finish my task .
Sincerely,
The * literally * illiterate literate..
Tears of unsung fabrications
Turn into tears of gaye garment fruition.
I need more vacations
Less over occupied vagabond vacants at my omission.
Boundaries not bondage.
Mah… bah
Ever felt like this ….
Daisy in the willows 
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goin north spent forth
spew and mantra of holy mother
there can be no other purity
verified
for many decades daughter
join and be of an arab summer!
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winston was a pure bred wirefox terrior. night night daisy!
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