Ellie Goulding Explosions : This video depicts exactly the feeling you get when you get
to the end of your tether. So much coming at you , everything you have ever feared or dreaded!
Then pow you are set right off , an explosion in your head!
Eyesore, Maria Mena self loathing: Anorexia, Bulimia all brought on by bad experiences as a child.
Not feeling good about yourself. Not good enough, no one must see you you must stay thin.
Fear of food, fear of body image.
The Mirror Lies
Another poem by me.
Look in the mirror what do you see,
I see a skeleton pleading to me.
You do not see the same, you see rivers of fat .
If you let this go on you will be dead and that’s that
How did this happen how did this come to pass.
Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.
Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way
counting calories and eating less day after day.
She treated you as she did herself, it is no wonder now
that you have developed this curse.
Was it the adverts you saw every day
with lithe young girls posing in magazines and posters and on TV you saw while you were at play.
What drives a child younger than ten to vow
to herself she will not eat again.
Did the children in the school yard taunt you and say
“little miss piggy just go away ”
They did not mean to hurt they did not know
that those words would cripple you so.
I say they the were innocent but that might not be true
for children can be so unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.
Was it that careless joking aside from your lover or best friend
that hit you so hard that your mind started to bend.
It changed the image the mirror showed to you
and you watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.
Now it is nearly too late the pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.
Just simply fall on deaf ears
and as you slip away your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears
Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark
about eating too many cakes that caused you to a binge and vomit then on this course to embark.
Sadly it is all or nothing for you,
sadly my love it will be the death of you too.
It may seem like a mountain to climb but please take my
hand and except my love, your running out of time.
Mothers and fathers what ever you do
make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.
Teachers and government make sure that healthy diets are taught
and evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.
We need our children and our young people too
we must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.
We will never stop the adverts on TV, posters and press
but we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.
The rich cats are just out to make money
they don’t give a damn about the models or you honey.!
So I reach out my hand and offer some hope
every one is beautiful in their own way just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.
Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key
the soul and heart dictate what you should be.
You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life you
will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.
Imogen Heap. Say Goodnight and go. Obsession / unrequited love . The young girl is besotted
by the boy who only see her as a work colleague. She follows him watches him and dreams!
Regina Spektor Fear of Cancer : Fear! the not me I am not that type , if I close my eyes it is not happening to me. A mother has to face up to the fact that she is ill………. tough emotions
Prima Donna Girl, Marina and the diamonds: Need greed and more insecurity! Pity even.
Beautiful South Take a little time anger : All the horrible feelings that are brought on by
marital discord! So many emotions.
Imogen Heap who’s getting scared now, revenge hate Oh! the chance to face up to those who bullied you at school and made your life so bad the chance to show them you have blossomed and grown!!
It’s nothing less than abuse
Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,
in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games.
Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed ,
my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been smashed.
Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six
my things did not get replaced they just got fixed.
My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white ,
I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night.
I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.
I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently,
I was from the posh school. They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no
difference if I’d let them know.
When we were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face
but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace.
They joined the line of teachers and my piers
it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.
I am not saying I had no friends, no that would not be true.
I did have friends and they were good but they were the very few.
I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short
and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.
Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell
like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell.
They tell you, you don’t realize that school days are the best days of your life ,
thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.
Thank God I grew away from all the pain
but sometimes I see a face hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again.
I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes
my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,
fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night.
I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions can be so mean and cruel.
The worse days of my life were my years at school.
I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE
(My poem on bullying written from personal memories. ) https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/its-nothing-less-than-abuse-2/
Alanis Moristte : Thank you : You might say gratitude, well yes gratitude is there but also is irony but so is depression, fear and paranoia.
I Am Stretched on Your Grave lyrics (Kate Rusby). Grief, love and desperation the loss of a lover husband, son what can I say . Grief.
Sinade O’Conner My Three Babies. : Mother love, pure and simple asking nothing and giving all unconditional.
Mother Love (Acrostic)
Mother love is selfless and deeper than the
Ocean, boundless and undemanding always
There when you need it. No judgement or side taken
However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is
Everlasting, open handed and without question.
Ready always to be sweep in and scoop you up and love you.
Loyal and true always at the end of a phone
Open minded to your problems never judging or
Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf
Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.
Written by me.
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18 thoughts on “Musical Theme : Emotions”
this is beautiful
Thank you Bear there was a lot of material to use. Hope all is good with you and yours
🙂 😦 🙂
Thank you Bear xx
Really powerful lyrics.
Yes I looked for strong words to pull forth and portray strong emotions!
You succeeded nicely.
Thank you , I slipped a couple of poems in to!
Hi, good slipping poems in.
We sure went in different directions with these Emotions. But I think that’s the fun of this theme sharing. Never know where we’re each going until we ‘go’. Beautiful South is great. Wow. I like those Explosions too. Storm clouds–yeah! The Heap box makes me woozy. LOL.
Yes I love the the Heap box she would approve of that. The joy of all the different emotions is too much. Have you seen Deborah ‘s emotions beautiful, all about music and how it effects our brains do check it out. Hugs xxxx
Listening to Primadonna girl right now–LOL–wild. Yes, I’ve seen Deborah’s Emotions–great stuff.
New theme for Wednesday:
What a wonderful presentation! The songs are beautiful, but your writing is so poignant and powerful. This is great work Willow. 🙂
Thank you Johnny subjects I feel strongly bring words out of me! 😉
I can’t believe I haven’t commented on this post yet! Your selections are incredible! And if the music weren’t enough, your own writing is so powerful. You have a way of expressing honestly about real issues and problems that many people would shy away from. Your willingness to tackle these topics and to do so with such compassion is inspiring! Thank you for such a moving post!
Thank you Deborah, so many of these subjects are shied away from they need to be faced up to!