Daisy Florence
Bio
Hi - I'm Daisy. I'm an amateur poet and I have a lot of feelings to express. Have a little read and let me know what you think of my writing!
Stories (8/0)
What I Really Want
(I've been trying not to leave such big gaps between each line but it's really difficult with the format that Vocal sets out. I will leave this poem a little gappy today.) I wrote this poem in a bad place. A few years ago now. My job was becoming more and more stressful and I was still living with my parents who I haven't always seen eye-to-eye with. I was feeling like I just needed to get away from it all. I felt like I couldn't be loved back in a romantic or platonic sense. I felt like I didn't deserve my family or friends. I was completely worthless to myself and even to this day I still feel it a little. This poem got to me and I had to write it all down - what I was feeling in that very moment. Needless to say - I felt much better afterwards.
By Daisy Florence4 years ago in Poets
Powerless in my own world
I've been through a lot of ups and downs so far in my life. Been invisible in school and over the top loud in work. Many years spent at home in my bed instead of out or at school. A typical 'emo' teen - but without the stereotypical image... I spent a lot of time alone in my teenage years and it got me contemplating a lot of things. When I was a little kid I was boisterous and loud and I always got in trouble for it. After a while I started feeling like I was a real problem for my family, teachers and classmates. So, when I started secondary school I slowly adapted my personality and kept in all the energy and childishness. As a result I spent many years feeling alone and ignored - feeling invisible. I obviously had friends and family that loved me. But how I felt inside never matched up with the world around me - my world. My perception of my own world experience was so different from what it should have been looking back now. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when trying to get out of that teenage mindset. This is the result of my struggles -
By Daisy Florence4 years ago in Poets
A place in this world
A PLACE IN THIS WORLD There is a place in this world But all at the same time; It is not in this world It is distinct from our social reality It is a hidden place far away but all so close It is free from social hierarchies And vapour trails An owl lives there He is cunning and bright He outsmarts the superpowers of this world
By Daisy Florence4 years ago in Poets
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 Florence4 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 Florence4 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 Florence4 years ago in Poets
