Poetry Sprouts In April

[Poetry Sprouts In April]

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Looking grasp

We read about life in books and watch it on screens but living it is harder and not as easy as it seems

Bundled clothes, toys and books in messy rows, how quickly the time goes and how fast i seemed to grow.

Rosy cheeks sprouting freckels in the summer heat, feeling the prickly grass beneath my feet.

Flying over ground faster than sound, i remember pretending to be a cloud, figures morphing in there mounds, thankfully never clowns.

Time well spent and always to be treasured, if only i had know that innocence could be weathered.

- Lilyjaycee

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[Poetry Sprouts In April]

And in her hand she held a small ball of hope.

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In love with an idea. A vision. It can be the most beautiful prison. Cradled close by future happiness, all while living in current sadness.

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Paper figure creased and soaked in liquor. Put down the bottle, wouldn’t want me call Aristotle. Your caught in a messy vice, when you’re drunk you forget to be nice.

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I'm going book searching.

Hopefully my local charity shops have some hidden jems. A book well loved and donated, with anotations and declarations.

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This was the take-away from today, can’t wait to get started!

[Poetry Sprouts In April]

I’m going book searching.

Hopefully my local charity shops have some hidden jems. A book well loved and donated, with anotations and declarations.

[Poetry Sprouts In April]

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You can cry. You can yell. You can feel unwell. There's no need to sell an ideal image of yourself, you are human, you are fluid in motion and emotion and that's okay. Is it such a crazy notion.

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Too true @im-stuck-in-fandom-hell

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I am addicted to life and all its contents.

The first day of spring with its flowers budding on the green floor. The grass is fresh and dark, the sky is blue and stark.

The flavour of happiness and excitement clings to the air, I breath it in deeply without a single care.

New life is born, little eyes open for the first time, the first breath is taken and the world is shaken, by a new soul settling in. This experience is spreading me thin.

It is all too much and not nearly enough, this life we call living, this world we all spin in.

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And i love your words, so much!!!

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Books are a refuge.

Books are ancient caves and caverns to hide in, when rainy days try to drown you. Books are thick forests of green moss and comfort, to run through when nights feel unfulfilled.

When trouble was knocking at my door and anxiety beating at my heart, I would go explore the written lands of ink and paper, I had never felt safer.

I wanted to go home, but I didn't know where home was. So I dived into hobbit homes, mythical boarding schools and wardrobes leading to snow and ice, those places hold my soul in a vice.

Those written worlds I wandered in, never lonely and always safe. Even if the real world I must face, I will always have this treasured space.

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[Poetry Sprouts In April]

I am addicted to life and all its contents.

The first day of spring with its flowers budding on the green floor. The grass is fresh and dark, the sky is blue and stark.

The flavour of happiness and excitement clings to the air, I breath it in deeply without a single care.

New life is born, little eyes open for the first time, the first breath is taken and the world is shaken, by a new soul settling in. This experience is spreading me thin.

It is all too much and not nearly enough, this life we call living, this world we all spin in.

[Poetry Sprouts In April]

My ambitions remain under my skin, only one layer deep. They are a secret, that I intend to keep.

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If only over-thinking and daydreaming actualy solved my problems. It seems I may have to actually physically go outside.