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*only you can decide which oddities are worth keeping or eliminating some most definitely are worth keeping- the ones that make you feel alive keep- the ones that make you feel ugly and insignificant -discard*
TIP FOR A SENSE OF EMPOWERMENT:
Expose
Detox
Eliminate
Cleanse
repeat regularly.
Bonjour tristesse, I leave you without a second glance.
6hours to go until a new dawn greets me with its fiery dance.
No amount of Moons ago, could I foresaw this trip to such a bodacious planet.
Lavender dreams interrupted by the need for a bubble bath to cleanse my soul,
enrich my palate.
How it leaves me in stark clarity,
other daisies grow wildly in meadows.
2 am cleanse off- eliminate others’ unwanted worries and troubles.
Herbal tea infusions – a meet up with friends who know about life’s true haggles.
Comments intended to cut to the core.
Manage to lick-up one salty tear
begging for more.
A soul is awoken when it faces all directions.
Never blind yet always courageous to evoke dear affections.
Common goals shared by trolls made by the same finger pointing corporation
Pity those who continue to live not a decade but over half a century in miserable devastation.
Hot water filling a tub – a sauna to enlight.
Voices
You are “divorced”, a drama queen, I only wanted a shag.
It tickled your delight to dangle carrots when I was newly married
you are most certifiably unbecoming the state of inner jihad.
I’m having fun acting in a workshop.
That accent is dreadful I can sign you up for electrocution elocution lessons.
Don’t mind me having a gas- the whole purpose of improvisation is to get involved.
Don’t use me as a pawn for fear of being put under your harsh self-imposed scrutiny.
You are ugly.
the biggest topic under dissection in a house full of self-confessed millionaires.
All those beatings, and Sangria holiday hangovers yet,
still, no permanent fix for happiness to last longer than a child’s joy at the penultimate of funfairs.
Three perfect lessons in all that is wrong not with me, but with others,
who can’t equate strength alongside vulnerability.
How can it be true that the two run side by side like rivers?
merging into one ocean of clear waters.
Confucianism arise in accountability.
No one can possess opposing characteristics!
She does not conform to why we hate her
so, now we must turn up the gas lighter
justify our vexes and vehemence to assure we are credible witnesses, to attest, this Red lettered calamity remains hidden,
In dead carcasses.
Oh, Shame!
we shall honor you and remain her loyal Foe.
A few written words, at an ungodly hour.
I’ve never been one to conform to another with power.
Time is up, my bath tub is run.
Imagine it freestanding.
careless in an era where it is encouraged to be eccentrically unique. cartwheeling in a quest to not only live and work hard,
remember to have fun.
*inspired by toxic people.
Daisy, how can you just assume it’s other people who are toxic and not you?
Well, I say it takes one to know one.
I know how to be toxic, I’ve been toxic and I know how it feels to live away from toxic vibes and people. *
Posted in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION
Tags: Emotions, friendship, Goals, Love, MY WORLD, self expression, self-awareness, self-belief, self-esteem, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, The art of Happiness
Bang Bang, I’m going to shoot you dead!
Electric convulsive shocks creating heightened velocity in her head.
Trigger words of mothers who have died, snowed, under morphine.
Malignant lungs charcoaled.
The death rattle – gargles and fills up the lungs ready to drown every last Mercedes Benz dream.
Bang Bang – a Prayer sent up to her envisioned maker with every bad lead thought that scatters across her mind.
Know psalms off by heart. Guy Fawkes terrorism paid for this public bonfire – doesn’t make it right -doesn’t make it an act of kind.
Chug a glass of spirited potatoes – grapes squish out the thoughts that stain thy window.
Moderation is not what she seeks, she merely wants to come to terms with her grief.
Such a sudden blow.
Patriarchs invades her self-made sanctuary – no amount of sage can expel the plague he carries.
Itching, biting, scabbed. riddled with disease.
Blackened limbs fall off – ebony hearted-trickster – outlawed even the one he marries.
Therapy Cluedo in the south of France, – sewn up mouths and eyes , compassionless – flesh hanging – bubbled , leathered and well worn.
Every day he promises he will leave. He promises he will come visit his own mother – She can’t speak or talk – she is one of the frail old born.
Forlorn- A bus goes by – Sunshades hide the tears pouring out of her eyes.
Waving off a friend she once knew – she may be safe under lock and key – it doesn’t make her feel better when they embrace with such passion, it could stoke a field of fires.
Brazen- bewildered – lice infestation and puffed up Eskimo mess – Look at this fragmented shell , she is in need of just one caress.
Consumed with guilt – that is not hers to own. It is the cat’s fault your home is a shambles and smells of piss , whispers biased loose lips, fresh off a scandelous printing press.
Chased out of her very -own home – headphones firmly planted in her ears to make her life monotone .
A spectrum of color and vivaciousness she has lost- who can silence the screams pouring out of her mouth in tones of monochrome?
Safeguard her from inbred exploitation – cast back this tokoloshe to his own devised theater of purgatory.
If Jesus wept – he didn’t do enough- a lake full of holy water can never anoint his aimless trajectory.
Justice is who she sides with ,in every battle – Ready for an outbreak of war – she will evict Denial from her friend’s abode.
No more dossing about and ejaculating scandalous words – lies -that make justice’s head spin around so fast. Run Tyrant -she is about to explode.
Remember, what a scrupulous enemy she can make out of you.
Manipulation test- she scored well above average – The school of the gifted bestowed her with the largest milked cash cow taken from mother nature’s personal reservoir of dew.
She knows the rules, she knows the moves- instinct and empathy are her winning tools.
She cares not for his sexist Judgment increasing multiples of spore bacteria – frozen in barricaded transparent igloos .
All it takes is one breath of hers to melt him into a little boy blue. crying profusely until he is nothing but another muddled puddle in the tarmac.
A careless afterthought only remembered if one is quick enough to look at the sole of the innocent’s shoes.
* inspired by my own personal feelings towards something I have witnessed in silence for far too long. My fuse grows shorter*
I didn’t think I would want to write tonight. Then I started catching up on your blogs and once again you inspired me.
THANK YOU TO UNTANGLED -your post inspired this one.
Friendship is a theme I feel embarrassed to write about.
WELL THAT IS A RATHER PESSIMISTIC WAY OF LOOKING AT IT
I could blame my lack of being a girl with loads of girlfriends on being an only child but I have to be honest and say I was unofficially “adopted “by a family of three brothers and a sister when I was 8 years old.
Life was good then. I know I have always been overly sensitive – blame that on insecurity perhaps.
Insecurity is a learned emotion. I’m learning to unlearn being insecure and vulnerable. I’m doing surprisingly well to be honest.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t friendless. I always had friends in some shape or form but I never could make that full sorority sister- hood connection.
It’s not me!
I was the reader. The one who loved to look at family pictures and laugh about silly shit.
I also moved around from place to place -country to country- a lot. I don’t think that helped.
I appreciate the travel and the different cultures now but then it wasn’t so cool.

I don’t know if this is a mental illness “thing”. I do think having mental health issues took a lot of my time.
A lot of my years, to be exact. This is a valid point I am making – it is MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS WEEK FROM 16TH -22ND MAY2016– the theme this year is coincidently about friendship.
This post is kind of coming together.
I like.
I have had so many extend the hand of friendship over my life so far and I try . I do try and reciprocate….
….then I doubt myself.
I think are they pitying me ? WHAT IS THEIR TRUE AGENDA?

I have been used -soemthing we can all relate too? Or is it just me?
Isn’t that sad – in a pathetic sort of way?
I don’t think it is easy to make genuine friends who will stick by you through everything.
I’ve had quite a few people( who seem to have the rock star of friendship crowds) – reach out to me to ask for my opinion or to talk.
I wander around my mind questioning why not their closest friends?
I’ve got my hen do coming up and I suppose that has got me thinking a lot about friendship too, for obvious reasons.
There is random assortment of lovely people invited.Some I have known for many years in different ways and some not so long.
Surely, I can’t be the only one who feels this?
I don’t think people would volunteer if it wasn’t for at least part of the potential social life aspect.
I see these girls with their girlfriends and I wonder…
I don’t wander.
I wonder…..
If
How
Why
Why not?
Am I lonely?
I think the saying about being in a room full of acquaintances and friends and still feeling alone and lonely holds true.
I sense I could be on stage -people come to see me and still feel alone.

I was feeling kind of emotional a few days ago (that time of month, wedding stress and life ) and a bit insecure with this whole hen do coming up.
My Ma is organising it and she has invited a bunch of people –
I got it in my head that these people were using the pity card and I cried to my Ma on the phone – (yes, 34 year old women do cry sometimes)
“I don’t have any friends “
My Ma was on the other end of the line and said
“I’m your friend”
She is -possibly one of the best friends I have ever had.

I said my good byes and wiped away my tears and then one friend I have known for years rang me. She is not very well. We have one of those when I see/speak to you -we pick up where we left off.
She wasn’t doing too well and I listened like I always do but then I had to tell her to listen to me.
This is new territory for me.
I told her all about my crap day and week and the shitty people I had to talk too and she just listened. We ended the phone call -laughing.
Another friend rang me and again – not a person I see all the time but we had a good giggle too.

So this brings me to the question can a person who services your car, as an example, become a friend?
I am supposing yes. Especially, when I consider the amount of life details and secrets we know about one another.
To me that person becomes my friend when I feel a sense/duty of loyalty towards that person.
I get on with guys but it would be awesome to find out what the whole ‘Sex and the city’ or ‘Friends’ friendship life is like.
So, yeah, I often took the lonely route to wherever I was headed -forever getting lost…

…even when the phone was shrieking at me to pick up – people were reaching out to come and get me. I couldn’t reach back.
I can’t have regrets.
Not all people are meant to be friends.
Some I am glad I am not friends with. I have seen many fickle people in my time too.
DUPLICITOUS is a good word for how I’ve seen some people do “friendship”
I don’t need a hundred- a handful of close and true friends would be one genie wish.
I don’t know….
What I do know is, that the ones who turn up to my hen do – there is a bunch of people I have known for many years and some only a few. We have all had our lives to endure and I’ve noticed a lot of the people I’ve got to know -hold back too.
So what?
I may not have a thriving social life with a hundred and one mates but the ones who let me be me and genuinely are there for me are the ones that count.
It only takes ONE to make it count…
Thanks for the inspiration….
I don’t feel embarrassed any longer.
I feel free and I feel authentic and I never want to fucking change that part of me.
that’s it. I guess 🙂
So, I ended 2015 in a state of stupefied drunk despair. Regretting every action I committed on New years eve. Just over one month has passed. I’ve kept far away from the alcohol. I had my dip with my Anorexia. February life has started to pick up where I left it in December.
Waving my hands in the air like I just don’t care!
I’m gaining my self-confidence back. My diary is filling up – idle hands all that jazz. The wedding is coming together. I’m am delighted and a tad ‘on edge’ at the same time.
Positive people are gravitating toward me again. To say I have to peel myself from the roof is an understatement. Lionel Richie and me are busting out some moves on the ceiling. Oh yeah, baby. Has anyone ever seen him being interviewed? He is such a dick head! There is no way someone like him could write such beautiful songs. Who remembers ‘Ballerina girl’ ? Google him in an interview and then you will get it.
I am doing my -co-production awareness training workshop on the 16/02. All of these workshops brings me closer to getting the Eating disorder recovery group up and running. As a person in active recovery from an Eating disorder, to be able to realise this and watch it germinate and blossom like a flower 😀 and be a huge part of the process off it-is like -not being God- no, I am not Kanye Wet ( Yes, I will keep that last spelling error) delusional. It’s more self-validating. What I mean by that is, it shows I am on a good path. A well-lit path. Like this dude. There is light in my hands I am responsible for keeping that light going and I am in charge of where I end up. Does that make sense?
I’ve recently posted some seriously depressing posts and I will continue to share my past with you; but their needs to be some writing room to rollick in the present. I need to feel the quiver of fluttering,
the beating of butterfly wings, reminding myself I am indeed alive and have purpose. I think my posts need a bit of balance. I don’t know if I am the only person -I suspect I am not. I sometimes finish writing posts that send me lunging backwards to my past and I am reaching out for the Diazepam- I can have full-blown panic attack.
The cure? ( Great band. wrong context- or is it?)
Stop writing Daisy.
No! I won’t!
I have a purpose.
I am a human being.
I have a story to tell.
A past, a me right now and a bright and vibrant future.
Without me trying to get all Disney ‘Lion King’ on you (cue African music that makes the heart swell); I believe our lives and experiences are full circles. Sometimes you are at the top and then inevitably you need to go round that circle. Of course, there will be many times when you are at the bottom. I always say
‘Look for the silver lining’.
That is my way of saying: I and you will come full circle again (eventually) . We all will get to the top of that circle of life again. The only thing I can’t tell predict is how long it will take to come full circle.
I have this belief, that if I use my time at the bottom of the circle, productively and push ahead and not do too much damage interfering with the flow. Then, I won’t slow down the time scale it takes to get back to the top again. I need to learn the lesson, feel the pain or whatever happens but I must move on. Easy words to type. Harder to put in action. However, it is possible.
Possible is all I need to hold onto and go and do great things..
To get off the whole philosophy bandwagon. My man and his rumbustious friends 😉 are coming round to ours for ‘SUPER BOWL 2016’ night. It is a tradition in our home. I don’t want to watch a bunch of dudes watching another bunch of dudes ‘tackling’ and touching up one another. I DO want to know who is doing half time this year.
I don’t know if anyone saw Katy Perry and her foam mascot sharks last year?
So here is to a fresh new week. (Great shit is happening. Everything is coming together, not at the pace or even exactly how I plan it to go, but that’s cool with me. Stuff is getting done!
My mantra, I have used for a few months now is working. Mantras work! Mine is:
‘I am a success in everything I do’ –
I’m fulfilling my thoughts- the ‘mini-like prayers’ that I tell myself. Find one that resonates with you. It works! I am the most analytical person I know – I wouldn’t lie to you .

Time to buzz off and get reading some of your awesome blogs and thoughts. Word reader is a bit crap. I don’t ever get to see all the posts that I follow. I don’t know if anyone else has the same problem but I will read as many as I can.

Namaste, Soca, peace, light and love until next time.
5 responses to “The ‘if you need a new perspective’ post”
namaste ^^ life may not always be cheerful an’ all, but hopefully you’ll remember those positive influences and people that inspire you to keep the circle of life rollin’ 😊
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yup got to keep it rolling
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I don’t know, but I think you are doing great now!
Cheer up, Daisy! That’s the key. Life is not a mill, it’s a swing. You don’t grind yourself here. You just have ups and downs. We Indians have a bright perspective. I don’t know neither care about your 15. I wish you have a bright 16. At least you started off on a right foot and are raring to go…
Go and roar the depression off..!
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Loving the analogy of life is like a swing. Thank you for such a lovely comment. I wish you all the best too – 2016 is ours for the taking. Looking forward to reading your posts this year. ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAR! Bury the past right?
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You got it! 😀
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