surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Is the sun and so on up
I wrote 'Is the sun and so on up' when my emotions were a little out of control. My mental health has been up and down for years - like nearly everyone these days. To help you understand just how 'emo' I was - I would cry saying hello and goodbye to friends and family. Customers where I worked would tip me or buy me cake as a thank you for service and I would cry in the stock room. I would cry when I was stressed or stuck in my head but I would also cry when I was in a good mood and when people were nice to me. I am still emotional I just hold back the tears with a bit more control.
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
Leaving Coventry
A couple of years ago I was visiting friends at University in Warwick. The train ride home was a little scary for me as I'm not as confident as I used to be. The journey was later in the day which meant that I would arrive home around 10:30pm in the dark.Just a bit of fun. But there was that underlying melancholy of leaving a familiarity and going out into the unknown alone. To keep me sane I send a string of messages to the friends I had just said goodbye to. These two poems are the product of those messages.
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
Coffee Shop Retreat
This poem was written casually a few months ago. I had been working in this place for three and a half years and thought It would be a really permanent thing for me. I loved the job and was friends with all my co-workers. Last year - in the last few months of my employment there my mental health got really bad and it was affecting my work and my colleagues that had to deal with me. It continued to be bad for the last few months of my employment there. To help me cope a little better - In the last few months I would stop by a Cafe Nero shop that had a quiet upstairs and I would read short stories from an Ursula K Le Guin book I had. It helped me focus on something other than work. It calmed me down before and after hard shifts. Although I didn't feel completely comfortable sitting in public in the middle of my town where a lot of people could recognise me- I still felt that momentary peace that I needed to help me get though this tough time. I looked up from my book - got out my phone and started writing. This is what I came up with -
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
