Hattie Butterworth
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Finding Home
If the home was just a memory that you touched once upon a dream And even the stars’ brightness faded the closer to them you passed Where could you lay the foundations of your heart? If yet you received the greatest riches and witnessed the sweetest music If you could part the waves and conjure…
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Does Art Have To Be Understood?
I often wander cautiously around art galleries, often in the shadow of sincere tourists with their hands behind their back, face poised in a wonderfully intellectual and pensive expression. I feel inclined to understand the vast collections before me as they seemingly are, and marvel at the sense of x throughout the complexity of y.…
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Waiting For Love- Poems for presents
I didn’t mind But Waiting for love Was like waiting for a dream to come To fly by and take me to a world afar Where love was the waterfall and I was the reflection I was shown the life from my dreams in the river A life where the moon kissed the stars And…
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Always choose the better life- mental health and musicians
Sometimes our thoughts can be far more destructive than the events surrounding us. Of course these two things are often interlinked, but not exclusively. If we have a specific worry plaguing our minds, no matter how laid back our life may seem, often the internal anguish can be far more warring and destructive. On…
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Poems for Presents 2- Simplicity
Simplicity People talked about a simple life Where the petal of a rose was enough Or a bright Sunday morning of frost All quiet, all watching and waiting The simple life left people with only themselves It revealed the love, it grew from the peace But I, quite simply, had the world Loved to be…
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The Flaw of Supremacy
If you only played the dream And sang nothing but the love, The spirit and the depths of the soul If nothing mattered but the pleasure And all you wrote rang in perfect harmony What would you do in order to forget? Plagued with the boundary of infinite joy Would you live here with me…
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What it feels like
They told me Fly like a bird, they said all Be like the sound you want to hear Be like a sportsman, set the intention, precision Then play like a dream and run like the wind Sing you, sing like the moon, play as the risen lark Dream like the artist who grew this…
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Why it’s socially unacceptable to be passionate
Do our passions scare others? Do others enjoy questioning and taunting even if your interest means nothing to them? In today’s world, especially as a teenager, I notice inequalities, form strong opinions and fight for my beliefs but all too often this is frowned upon. Like for some reason I’m a woman fighting for her…
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