JoyAndIceCream

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  • JoyAndIceCream commented on jennifer_michelle's picture

    Didn't know you still used dailybooth.
    When are you off to London?
    Text me about what the dilly dally is.
    Drinks in the sunshine this week, if you're up for it?

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    March 26th, 2012

  • JoyAndIceCream commented on JoyAndIceCream's picture

    @Diceman
    The interview went well so I guess it was ok.
    Not all poems are meant to rhyme. Rhyming doesnt make poetry.
    But thank you. By the way, major stealth for drinking tea out of a pint glass. Might take a leaf from your book.

    @Kyatic
    Yes it is H&M. I love it.
    Thank you ever so much. That means a lot. Might take away commas. I used them for a pause but think it sounds better without when I read it aloud.

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    June 27th, 2011

  • JoyAndIceCream snapped a picture

    I have a 'casual/informal' interview at a restaurant today.
    I am totally over analyzing this.
    Is this appropriate wear for this sort of interview?
    Tell me, please?

    Got a new poem (by myself, I keep having to reiterate this) up on my poetry blog

    Pounding the pavement.
    An out of body experience.
    Feeling like a higher being is controlling your legs.
    Joints rotating.
    Legs forced forward.
    Mechanically moving.
    How does one know that your body is organic?
    That blood flows beneath the skin.
    That muscles contract under flesh.
    Not oil flowing through pipes, fueling the machine within.
    Not cogs and gears rotating.
    Open up your skin and show the red oil circulating.
    Remember the choreographed and practiced gestures stored in your memory.
    A wave of the hand.
    A nod of the head.
    Monotonous and machine driven conversation.
    An exchange of meaningless words.
    'How are you?', an apathetic gesture, with no care behind it.
    Automated and emotionless.

    Grit your teeth and smile.
    The robotic casing around you, shows the world you are human.
    Yet the cogs and gears inside, analyze the truth.

    http://thewiltingfigtree.blogspot.com/

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    June 27th, 2011

  • JoyAndIceCream snapped a picture

    A picture of me drawn by my animator friend, Stacey Bradshaw.
    Incorporating my love of Sylvia Path, poetry and smoking.
    Not essentially in that order.


    www.thewiltingfigtree.blospot.com

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    May 20th, 2011

  • JoyAndIceCream commented on BadWizard's picture

    You look very Bryon-esque.
    Your description sounds brill 'Student. Literatist. Saddist. Musician. Queer. Drinker. Smoker.' , if you add Misanthropist, you'll be brilliant.

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    May 7th, 2011

  • JoyAndIceCream snapped a picture

    Climbing your own personal mountain.
    An Everest to you but to no-one else.
    Kilimanjaro faces you and laughs mockingly at your weak manner ad stumbling, tripping fall.
    This Nepalese trek has no Sherpa to aid you.
    No beast of burden to lighten the load.
    Dry season.
    The ground shows no sign of new growth.
    No monsoon to be seen.
    No refreshing downpour to hide your tears.
    Refreshment from the saline that pours out your eyes, like the rain you wish from the sky.
    The peak is far from your reach.
    The map has been studied and pin-pointed.
    No stone unturned.
    No aspect not researched.
    The clouds block your view.
    The cirrus sweep and swirl across the sky line.
    Others turn and point.
    Your goals seems ridiculous.
    Invisible strangers judging your task as juvenile.
    Your boots are bloody.
    Your feet are raw.
    Your shoes continue to step one in front of the other.
    One in front of the other.
    One in front of the other.
    One in front of the other...
    Choreographed.
    You know, deep down, how to reach the top.
    To dip and dive through the trees.
    To wade and weave through the rapids,
    That fall downhill taking other travellers with them.
    Travellers that were marching to the same drum.
    To climb over ravenous rocks and cliff faces.
    To sleep through stormy nights.
    Those are the worst.
    Alone in your tent.
    Knowing no-one can help you.
    No God.
    No person.
    No fuel.
    No foe.
    Uncontrollably, your feet continue to pound the floor.
    Like a preprogrammed machine, they know how to get to the top.
    Even when your mind fights against your whole body.
    Longing to throw you back down the mountain.
    To where the vultures roam for fallen feats.
    You gaze upward to that far off point,
    Where the flag flies freely.
    Up there,
    In the sky,
    Where the horizon is clear,
    Where all the world is easy to view,
    No-one can hear you.
    Scream for your past.
    Weep for your present.
    Sing for the future. . .


    www.thewiltingfigtree.blogspot.com

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    May 7th, 2011

  • JoyAndIceCream snapped a picture

    Scrunch your eyes tight.
    And dare to dream.
    Beg of your mind to cease its endless chatter.
    Force images of a future to flash before you.
    Dream of fields of green luscious grass full of flowers and fancy.
    Dream of the adventures you will have.
    Dream of the travels through cultured cities in which no-one knows you.
    You're anonymous.
    You can be whoever you want to be.
    Dream of a rewarding career that embraces your personality and creativity.
    Dream of friends and love with someone who fully embraces your craziness.
    One who won't let you fall when you are clinging onto Beachy Head.
    Dream of a new life out of this confined space.
    Dream that when you open your eyes life will be better.
    Scrunch your eyes tight.
    Though you know when they re-open, life will continue.
    The dark room you sit in will continue to shrink around you.
    Searching eyes will carry on assessing you.
    Your mind will still spin circles round you.
    The darkness will continue to ensnare you.
    Claustrophobia and nausea will still sit hand in hand.
    Your own thoughts will still poison you.
    You will still be isolated and alone.
    But at least you can dare to dream.



    www.thewiltingfigtree.blogspot.co.uk

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    May 6th, 2011