Author: Simone

Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!

Reality

Oh I was high
I wwas on fire...

Reality why are ou so cruel?
Why do you make me cry into the night
Too few spots of delight
Why
Are
You 
So
Cruel!
Reality
Get up off my neck - 
send help!
I cry
Mo' life
Even as I die.
Reality
You have cracked the mirror
Fed me venom filled fruits
I feel so used and abused.
Reality!
Reality!
Come and answer to your crimes
against humanity.

Breaking Up With Maladaptive Daydreaming…

I spent so much time with you, and now I have to walk away—just like that, just today. The unicorns were great, and as I look back, my heart flips and screams a silent scream, ” I do not want to become a pillar of salt”. I regret looking back; I see the Milky Way and the rainbow – brilliant and true – beckon to me. Suddenly, a hommack emerges to welcome me back to Unreal. Fear claws with delay talons, vicious and true. “What is there to look forward to?”

I am numb, struck dumb by the reality that beckons menacingly. Now, I want to remain. I could stay forever and walk the yellow brick road. Maybe then I could find Freedom, which has been running from me. I never caught it, but it would just be out of reach, encouraging me to chase it and capture it with my net of great expectations. I never did catch it; most times, I could not see it, only hear the roaring of rushing waters, melodious and true floating through the air.

I have avoided those shadowy figures that lure me back into the trap of daily living. My bones grow cold when I feel them growing too close. “Does it make sense to go back? To sit and watch as my fate is reflected in hopeless eyes and zombies of broken dreams. But I want to walk through the path with real flowers, sunshine daffodils, a real path with dirt that fills my lungs before I give it life once more. I want to experience the newness of changes that signal I am still alive and more is just around the corner. “Not all those who wander are lost,” not forever.

As I step away from those dreams, they become cold and hostile, beating at my back. Without looking back, I know they are fading away into mediocrity and into obscurity. A tear hurries down my face, trying to seal the scream building up, ready to overflowing. Those shadows become solid. They become too real. I see the merging of monsters into faces I know and those yet to come…

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to” 

Can I make it in the real?

Clown Town

No fun
No sun
Only dark
That mark
Clown town
death sound
Everything spirals
Everything down.

I sit
I stand
looking about
land drought
land grab
maniacs smile
clown town
death sounds
everything spirals
everything down.

Home bound
asylum strapped
horror Nanking
death betrayed
world spins
kill all 
burn all
clown town
death sounds
everything spirals
everything down.

dreams die...

Daydreaming Away Reality

People tell you that when you get older you need to live in the “Real World”. You need to live in REALITY. What if you cannot cope in the real world? what then? Many of us turn to daydreaming and away from living in the harsh light of the NOW because we need an escape. For a moment or some moments, we can envision everything we lack in the reality that is our lives. We can say what we always wanted to say to the people who seem too large and too terrifying in our lives. In the reality of our dreams, we can vanquish our enemies, solve our problems, conquering fears too frightening to give voice to. We can be clean when we have become corrupted by mistakes, ill-advised actions or wayward thoughts. It is a comforting place. Until you are dragged back to everything you vanquished in your mind. you have to, you need to, you must. Anxiety-inducing thoughts that seem to follow you until you lock it out with the door of your imagination.

But those menacing enemies, worries and fears linger in the woods of reality waiting to pounce when you emerge from your castle of dreams. So you find yourself staying more often in your castle refusing to be confronted by these monsters in the woods. Then, you are not satisfied with leaving and returning but feel the need to stay and build the castle wall higher and higher until reality does not exist only your dreams…Is real life worth coming back to?

There are many articles on how maladaptive daydreaming is dangerous yet many still and will part take. The thing is, many people will daydream but not everyone will be negatively affected by the act of daydreaming. Immersive daydreaming has been recognised as harmless once it does not interfere with our day-to-day lives. We all need a little escape from our present circumstances from time to time, but do we want to live more in the real world or be enchanted by our dreams? Where are you right now in 2025? Has your daydreaming gone over the edge to maladaptive or are you able to pull back leave your castle face those monsters and win?

Remembering Pain

Remember
those nameless facless
heaps
of broken dreams
wasted with artillary assult
consumed by hatred
gifted from enemies far off.
Remember
the defenceless
dreamer
who thought and thought
into the abyss of forgetfulness.
Remember
the blood as it screams 
for release...
no yet but now
many a young deseased 
dying.
Remember
as you rest at deaths door

Rest Anew…

Stress 
deceptively creeps
riding a beastly black horse
born of your need
my need
our need
to remain in control
when we
should have let go.
Now It holds a black scale
not balanced.
With vengefuul arrogance comes Worry
atop a ghostly steed
no victory there
only death,
never ending hell.
Unless - 
just out of reach of the big black clouds
comes a Blessed voice
still - 
quiet - 
"Salvation...
the accuser has been cut down."
Then a gentle breeze
blows
sweeps away the mist...
I see, 
New Jerusalem
I feel cool waters 
flowing
over me
through you
around s
healing springs!

Forgotten - 
the horsemen stumble
diminished
try to make a final stand,
but they begin to fade
melt away.
The Lamb,
The Lamb must rise,
nothing unclean 
can remain here.
we must sweep
prepare the land
plant new seeds.