Daisy prefers to share herself in the third person, because she feels safer that way. She is generally a very shy and anti-social person, who can fool you into thinking she is confident and friendly when she has to. She's not, really. She suffers from severe depression and anxiety, and when she's got the brain power, she wishes she didn't.She does love her friends, and being in their company, but she prefers to wander in solitude through both desolate, lonely places, and those twinkling with fairy dust, sparkling lights, and sweeties. She loves giggling and silliness, and one of her favourite phrases is that there should be "More Joy in the World". She regularly attempts to make this happen by being silly and then going to her Favouritest Place in All The Land - bed.
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Yes! With alot other features Gav kindly add today. ❤ Bonus! I proper love Gav, I do. He deserves a billion cups of Magic Tea. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/drunken_smilie.gif" alt="drunken">
Sorry if I missed it, but is this a new feature? I like it. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" alt="icon_smile"> I think it's a helpful thing, and will allow readers to vote without fear of reprisals, and authors not to worry about who thought what or not.Thank you. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">
Thanks for the heads up! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">sI've never submitted anything before. If I do, do we just send one piece, or can we send a couple? *gathers up nerves* Hey Miss Daisy, no problem here...it's what I do...As far as number of submissions, it says "Send up to four poems at a time"... Regular Submission Guidelines http://www.rattle.com/submissions/guidelines/And Good Luck to you...once you do start submitting stuff, you'll quickly realize that most things will get rejected...no worries though, just keep sending stuff out...if you keep at it, eventually you will get something published. And that's the way it works for everyone btw... Thank you so much for the reply! I should have read more, sorry.One of the reasons I haven't submitted anything before is that Rejection and I have a tendency to punch each other in the face (Rejection has a faster reflex than me). <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">
Poets with Mental Illness Needed to Submit Poetry to Rattle magazinePayment: $100/poemJob source: WritingCareer.comRattle magazine (est. 1994) is publishing a special Summer 2017 tribute issue celebrating the literary works of poets with mental illness. Poems do not have to address mental health. Writers can compose poems on any topic, in any style or length... Tribute Calls http://www.rattle.com/submissions/calls/ Thanks for the heads up! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">I've never submitted anything before. If I do, do we just send one piece, or can we send a couple? *gathers up nerves*
That's another fantastic post! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">
Here is one from my mother's garden. I tweaked the colour for a friend of mine who likes blue roses. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny"> http://upload.storiesspace.com/1848732793-SagasRoseByDaisyShylass.jpg
That's a fantastic post, Sherzahd! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">#
I don't remember what or when it was, but there has been a time or two when I'd wished for that option, so I'll add my tuppence in favour of the possibility, please. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">
The night has died and taken dreams;It's left reality instead.The sun is cheery, daffodils bouncing...Stuff that crap,I'm back in bed. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/tard.gif" alt="tard">
Blue, many thanks.Daisy, can I buy that tea by the gallon or maybe 2liter bottles?<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/glasses10.gif" alt="glasses8"> You'll have to negotiate with the Magic Tea fairies (they'll deliver twenty gallon pots for sixteen gingerbread men).
There is only darkness Where all others hide their souls, A gravity so ugly Where the air is rank and noisome And the darkling ghosts hide screaming In the humming, chasmic void Where she hides forgotten secrets In the place she finds no floor. There are chains wrapped tight around her Where vainglory's efforts fell In existence ever futile When her life is reeking sickly Where the stink...
Added 24 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry
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I was awake at 4am (after dreaming of panicking), worrying about going to Painsburys for 7am (when it tends to be quiet), when it occurred to me that Stressco might already be open! It was, and so I went down there. There were lots of workers doing the online shopping rounds, but they were all polite and friendly, and got out the way if I needed things, and got on with their work as I...
Added 16 Jan 2017 | Category Musings
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'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town Not a shopper was smiling, they each wore a frown; The cars they were parked in their bays willy-nilly, Whilst pedestrians dashed to-and-fro running silly; The children were screaming for this toy or that Whilst their grandparents scanned for milk allergies and fat; And mammas in Ugg boots and dads in bad sweaters, They...
Added 24 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry
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Searching in the low light, Twisting on the needles, Head spinning, Tongue swelling, Hands trembling, Heart aching, Eyes all grainy sleepy and I cannot drift away. Memories melting in the shadowed Cylinder of sod off, Churning in the bronzing gold And swirling past my nose, Faces laughing, Shoulders hunching, Fingers clawing, Legs twinging, Eyes all bleary sandy And I cannot switch me off....
Added 05 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry
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The sun does not set on This face of mine, Nor soar on wings of fire to me, Nor rush to greet me, Kiss me, leave me, Nor burn and scorch the skin from me. It is I who moves away Withdrawn From light and life All blazing bright and Cloistered in My rising run, The weight of spirit Left behind. In darkness seeps the weeping soul, The river dry yet Flowing slow, Still, from diamond drops I...
Added 10 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry
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This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking...
Added 19 Aug 2013 | Category Musings
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This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Face in the shadows Where eyes burn black candles And wax in the water Has armoured the lips, A soul freezes hell With the loneliness cruel, And the silence is lost Where the knife of noise slips. The buzz and the hum Of the jostling friends Who are not friends in truth, Nor are saviours of...
Added 13 Apr 2016 | Category Poetry
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Here tears reign, And Self cannot be pulled together When Self is screaming, torn asunder, Where empty shell is welling up whilst Eyes of others roll Against the failings of this Selfish child, So called because She cannot rule what Others hide and stow away. 'Midst the back streets of her mind, Her common sense is raging cruel To lash her weakness, Scorn self-pity And loathe the drama...
Added 04 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry
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Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more...
Added 30 Apr 2012 | Category Childrens
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This story only available on Stories Space Once upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family. Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a...
Added 12 Aug 2012 | Category Childrens
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