Biography of Daffodil Decarie
In countless ways, a born absent minded, a human being. Have stumbled upon many peculiar experiences and humble awareness. She is pleased to intuitively feel that 'Life is a set of sequential fair-expressions of symbolism and personification of what's within'. She is enclined to believe that if she is not looking for a creator she must atleast understand why she's created. Her family has conducted a tremendous amount of thought studies/experiments on her personality(ies) , and often times they are led to believe that the only way she can make a good sense of the world she lives in, is thru metaphor, personification and abstaction of most concepts, ideas, and realities that she (will) come across for the rest of her life.
She's never been officially published, have not joined any poetry contest (tho, she has been a victim of fraudulent contest, out of her naitivity) . She is mainly looking for inner peace and harmony.
Although life has confronted her in an unparalleled manner, she still managed to achieve most of her radical and professional dreams.
2008 marked her 28th year on planet earth. She figured that she only have 12 years left before stepping unto the golden ladder of 40th year. With this reflective thought in mind, she is currently devising a plan on how to be effective and satisfyingly useful for the greater good of man kind. She confidently urge the public to watch her grow exponentially from within and with out.
Her most sincere (adopted) messages for humanity are: 'You cannot touch a flower without disturbing the stars' by Francis Thompson, 'Do not hold on to feelings that hurt you, simply throw them away' By: (unknown) , 'Bad judgment merely suggest that you've reach a turning point' (she personally paraphrase Jonathan cainer's phrase 'you did not make a bad judgment, you've merely reach a turning point'.)
In totality, she is one heck of a complex woman born in this modern time of technologies and wacko philosophies. A woman who can chew over most arguments and opalesce most possibilities.
Daffodil Decarie's Works:
Daffodil Decarie Poems
My Personal Winter
'No I don't' No- I don't lie to you at all. (that's what he told me, before he left)
Haunted in my sleep I hear voices of tired luggages– Scarlet wheels, terror in my spine I know when you step in
# 'Affection Vs. Seduction'
It was 3 a.m I remember
I dreamed of muffins last night and your fingers softly tender my skin. This morning, a love you share warm my oven
# 'Fair Trial'
Once, two rats were talking. 'Try this, ' said the first. 'It is of xanthous essence with bewildering taste Humans call it swiss cheese.'
As if you have to stand amid A myriad of storm waves– As if you have to pause the air- And bellow invisibly clear.
Ah, Nothing But Pain
Wide, boggled pair of brown eyes, Stressed, no hand to stretch– No lending hand to find, bittered– Staring at the sky, almost weeping,
# ' Winautumn Is Here
. Whisking off sweat droplets On his cheeks, nose tip Up his forehead-
winter falls burgundy– A highway patrols A grey bumblebee– at home dinner calls
This Hannibalic officer– drooling over, The money you bring, the money you gain. Eyes: Sucking Mary’s chocolatic chic,
I'M Almost Done
With my cigarette on My left hand. Puffs I cry The aches that stabs echt
We won over Space’ Tricky distance- Today marks The marathon
Flower Vase I can’t even- describe happiness
Child warn you at midnight– “Ma- I’m coming out by 5: 30.” “I will come– ride on- snail mail-
I dreamed of muffins last night
and your fingers softly tender my skin.
This morning, a love you share warm my oven
and baked breakfast muffins.
I hang my mouth open- you pour smoothies and
berries that shake your legs nerve endings.