Hey there guys,
I realise I've not published any poems for a while, and this is because I write better when I'm having a tough time. Recently I've actually been feeling pretty good (the meds I'm on have been helping) so my creative juices aren't flowing so much as when I was having a rubbish time. I'm going to try and channel my positive energy into some writing after Christmas but yeah, expect some more poems when I have another dip!
Alley-cat xx
Friday, 20 December 2013
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Mostly chaotic.
Confused, convinced of their reality
Snippets of lucidity, glimpses of normality
Mostly chaotic, tense like a spring
Waiting to pounce, for the fight bell to ring
But are they really confused?
Or are we the insane ones?
Going about our repetitive routines like clockwork
Again and again and again and again
Raking in flimsy paper with such urgency
But they're just numbers, digits, nothing's free
Or is it, when they talk nonsense though
Do they know something we don't know?
When they scream or shout or rave-
Are they really the ones we need to save?
Don't laugh or ridicule them
Don't scorn or pity them
For they are not insane
They are beautiful.
© Alice Daley 2013
Snippets of lucidity, glimpses of normality
Mostly chaotic, tense like a spring
Waiting to pounce, for the fight bell to ring
But are they really confused?
Or are we the insane ones?
Going about our repetitive routines like clockwork
Again and again and again and again
Raking in flimsy paper with such urgency
But they're just numbers, digits, nothing's free
Or is it, when they talk nonsense though
Do they know something we don't know?
When they scream or shout or rave-
Are they really the ones we need to save?
Don't laugh or ridicule them
Don't scorn or pity them
For they are not insane
They are beautiful.
© Alice Daley 2013
F.R.O.G.
Why did God make us so fragile-
With our skin so paper thin?
Maybe it's so he can smile
When we fully rely on him
Why did God make us so vulnerable?
So easily distracted; we succumb to each whim
And then we realise we're not fully able
And we fully rely on him
Why did God make us so small-
Like tiny soldiers made out of tin?
Like skittles, knocked over by a ball
Until we fully rely on him
God is our strength, he fights with us
God is our shield, he fights for us
God is our armour, he fights through us
© Alice Daley 2013
With our skin so paper thin?
Maybe it's so he can smile
When we fully rely on him
Why did God make us so vulnerable?
So easily distracted; we succumb to each whim
And then we realise we're not fully able
And we fully rely on him
Why did God make us so small-
Like tiny soldiers made out of tin?
Like skittles, knocked over by a ball
Until we fully rely on him
God is our strength, he fights with us
God is our shield, he fights for us
God is our armour, he fights through us
© Alice Daley 2013
Psychosis. An Acrostic.
Pretending, fake voices, liars are lying indeed
Sometimes, always, don't know what's real
You can't understand, because you don't see
Choice? I have none- these voices control me
How am I supposed to ignore them?
Oh they're taking over my mind
Screwing with my thoughts, I see snakes
I see figures, stalking, waiting for me
Sometimes, always, don't know what's real
© Alice Daley 2013
© Alice Daley 2013
Brown pages.
This book has brown pages, recycled paper
I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me
Were you perhaps, a cardboard box?
That packaged children's building blocks
Or maybe the label for some socks
Or a party mask in the shape of a fox?
Maybe you were a toilet roll tube
Or a magazine full of bums and boobs
What if you were an important document?
Tossed aside without a second thought
Amongst junk-mail, takeaway menus
A treasure lost, a birthday card
From a long lost relative
Though they searched long and hard
You could not be found, recycled paper
I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me
© Alice Daley 2013
I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me
Were you perhaps, a cardboard box?
That packaged children's building blocks
Or maybe the label for some socks
Or a party mask in the shape of a fox?
Maybe you were a toilet roll tube
Or a magazine full of bums and boobs
What if you were an important document?
Tossed aside without a second thought
Amongst junk-mail, takeaway menus
A treasure lost, a birthday card
From a long lost relative
Though they searched long and hard
You could not be found, recycled paper
I wonder what you used to be?
And how you came to be, the one who comforts me
© Alice Daley 2013
Dormouse.
She's like a sleepy dormouse
Aroused from his winter nap
The pills render her helpless
Dependant on others for everything
She sleeps like a dormouse
And doesn't make a peep
The drugs have crushed her spirit
Taken away her independence
She's almost thirty, a big girl
But still very much a child
Clinging to mummy tightly
Like the first day of school
She speaks like a dormouse
Timid and shy, silently living
Whilst the tablets take away her fire
Her soul slowly melts away
My little dormouse friend.
© Alice Daley 2013
Aroused from his winter nap
The pills render her helpless
Dependant on others for everything
She sleeps like a dormouse
And doesn't make a peep
The drugs have crushed her spirit
Taken away her independence
She's almost thirty, a big girl
But still very much a child
Clinging to mummy tightly
Like the first day of school
She speaks like a dormouse
Timid and shy, silently living
Whilst the tablets take away her fire
Her soul slowly melts away
My little dormouse friend.
© Alice Daley 2013
Barry.
Barry is my wardrobe
I like him very much indeed
He's soft and dark and cosy
He provides the the seclusion I need
A warm, small space to sit and think
To contemplate, or to hide
To fervently write, or calm me from the brink
of breakdown, still the turmoil inside.
Barry is my wardrobe.
© Alice Daley 2013
I like him very much indeed
He's soft and dark and cosy
He provides the the seclusion I need
A warm, small space to sit and think
To contemplate, or to hide
To fervently write, or calm me from the brink
of breakdown, still the turmoil inside.
Barry is my wardrobe.
© Alice Daley 2013
Eyes.
Won't you please open my eyes
Please, take off your disguise
For I am blinded with emotion
Release me, give me a sight potion
A spell so the fog can clear away
A charm to help me see the day
For what it is- an opportunity
Controlled by some great entity
But I am blind- I cannot see the light
For fear has shut my eyes so tight
I'm scared to peep, in case I see
Something evil, chasing me
So when the scales fall from my eyes
Please, take off your disguise.
Listen Here
© Alice Daley 2013
Please, take off your disguise
For I am blinded with emotion
Release me, give me a sight potion
A spell so the fog can clear away
A charm to help me see the day
For what it is- an opportunity
Controlled by some great entity
But I am blind- I cannot see the light
For fear has shut my eyes so tight
I'm scared to peep, in case I see
Something evil, chasing me
So when the scales fall from my eyes
Please, take off your disguise.
Listen Here
© Alice Daley 2013
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