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Poem for the Day : Not

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to,
And the one that you call home.
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of.
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.

Erin Hansen

 

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Quote for the Day : Sometimes

“…Sometimes I just want space to be me
But then I remember I don’t know who “me” is
And any space I have is filled with the unknowing
And the questions about what I should be doing
And if I should replace the “Should” with a “Could”
And if I have always been wrong and always will be
And if everyone knows my secrets
or if my secrets are hidden away and will never be discovered
and will die with me, alone and unknown

Sometimes I want to disappear
But then I remember my footprints on this Earth are forever
The damage is already done and I can’t be forgotten, at least by the Earth
But to the others I am already a memory
And a fading one at that
Because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do and try harder to be the same
As them 
And all the others
who succeeded where I had failed

Sometimes I want to stand out
But then I remember standing out means you are different
And different is not always a happy place
Even if it is an authentic place
And a place to lay your soul
When it is tired of being hungry and having to fight with itself
About things that should be easy or not there at all

Sometimes I want to be still
But then I remember I have to keep moving
In case the truth catches up with me and it’s too much to take in
Like a hurricane in a teacup
But the moving gets harder and I end up running on the spot
While everyone passes by me
Unconcerned by the diminishing space I am taking up
As I burrow into the ground, a whirlpool at my feet…”

–Anonymous

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Sweet Process

Creating a card can be tricky
You start off with papers and thoughts
You fuss and you fiddle and change things around
Probably more than you ought

Then you decide on an image
Something that’s pretty and sweet
You shuffle your papers, add and subtract
And hope it forms something complete

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You ink up the edges carefully
To add some vintage distress
Your fingers are getting quite grubby
And the table is looking a mess

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You position all the pieces
And figure out what will go where
Should they be on an angle somehow
Or centred and straightened with care?

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Pieces all glued together
And suitable text added in
You try some little embellishments
To give it some sparkly bling

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Nothing says cute and jaunty
Like a birdie wearing a hat
You’re finished now, and everything’s done
And that, my friends, is that!

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Ok, so I am no poet… I won’t give up my day job any time soon 🙂
I’ve just come home from celebrating a friend’s 30th birthday – lots of delicious food and lovely company (as all birthdays should focus on!).  Happy Birthday MD 🙂

It’s late but I had to wind down before going to bed (I don’t know about you, but I can’t just go straight to bed after being out…my brain is too hyped up, especially after social occasions which, despite being enjoyable in this case, are stressful and nerve-wracking for me). Why I thought writing a poem would help me, I do not know.

But it’s off to bed now, with a hot water bottle (mandatory), some flannel jammies (very necessary) and strict and stern instructions to myself to get up early
(I have a breakfast to go to – seriously, all I do at the moment is eat).

Hope you’re having a happy weekend x