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Death’s Dilemma

How do you mourn two things at once?
It’s a dilemma that cuts like a knife
The betrayal versus the untimely death
The loss of bond and the loss of life

Do I 
admit to being wrong?
Does your 
demise make you right?
Does your
end grant you power?
Do I
seek your pardon for my part in our fight?

My heart was still freshly cleaved in two
And the falling tears still hadn’t dried
But how could I move on when you had moved on
And so swiftly became the Grim Reapers bride.

Was this somehow orchestrated?
Was this your wicked arrangement?
To burden me with guilt and resentment
To blame your end on our estrangement.

I was once your shining light.
Before the light at the end of the passage
I wonder if you would not have given in
If my light hadn’t been so damaged

“What now” I whisper to my flickering lamp
Its dull glow provides no answer.
It exchanges incandescence for a patchy void 
Amidst the shadows, a phantom dancer

Is this the void in which you reside?
Or are you enjoying your time in heaven
Laughing down at this stupid girl
Whose shameful eyes are leaden

How can you mourn two things at once?
Because I won’t be able to forgive you
For the way in which we parted
And the way I wasn’t able to rescue

You
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Life Goes On…

Hello, my fellow anoshi (humans in Hebrew)! Before I began this blog, I wrote on a website called Storybird, which is a great reading and writing program, only recently it has had some updates, and it is no longer working for me – but that might just be my total lack of computer knowledge😬… in any case, click here to access the sign up page, and I would recommend it for anyone who likes reading and writing.

If you’re wondering, my username on there is PeTs12, except I don’t really use my account anymore, and I will be transferring a lot of my writing to here, so it would be pretty pointless to check it out – but if you’re curious, go your hardest! A few pieces I would recommend (not written by me, mind you) would be:

  • The B.U.L.L.Y club
  • The Brace Chronicles
  • (boy•ish girl)
  • Heavenly
  • The Fake
  • Alone in a Crowded Place
  • Footprints in the Snow

Getting a move on, the reason I bring up Storybird is because, as I mentioned earlier, I want to transfer some of my better writing from there to here, and I want to begin with one of my favourites, “Life Goes On”. (If you choose to view my profile on Storybird and you come across this piece, please keep in mind that I wrote it when I was 9, and it isn’t the most quality piece of writing, but it was the general idea that I liked…)

A mother gives birth, 
A child is born,
The personality is a mystery,
Could be a kindred or thorn.

When a soul is born,
An elderly spirit dies,
When they have passed on,
The baby always cries.

The baby will weep,
But the mum will stay calm,
For the child knows,
They belong in her arms.

When a baby is born,
They are looked after and healthy,
No-one knows yet,
If they will be wealthy.

When a baby is born,
They don't know right from wrong,
But still, in time, 
Life goes on...


When a toddler shows up,
They bring smiles to our faces,
Like when we're with our favourite people,
In our favourite places.

When a toddler shows up,
They may cry, they may scream,
But they dance all day long,
Before they lay down and dream.

Their world is so vivid,
So full of surprise,
Daunting trials and ventures,
Before they've opened their eyes.

When a toddler takes place,
The ambience is a permanent gong,
But still, in time,
Life goes on...


When a child comes in,
Lots of new doors open up,
Like schools, new activities,
Or an exhausting and fun little pup.

When a child comes in,
They meet new friends,
They learn how to write stories,
And peer through their character's lens.

When a child comes in,
They use up lots of money,
They create new memories,
Some sad, some funny.

They kick a football,
They learn new songs,
But still, in time, 
Life goes on...


When a teenager treads in, 
They are often treading out,
They leave dust in their path,
It clouds their minds with doubt.

They are stubborn to reassure themselves,
To block their future which is a blur,
Bound by rules and expectations,
As opposed to the freedom they would prefer.

They rush around all flustered,
As though their time is running out,
But time is the least of their troubles,
It's the real world they need to worry about.

Cliches and anxiety daunt them,
Are they brains or are they brawn,
But still, in time,
Life goes on.


When an adult takes over,
They are no longer a teen,
No longer depending on their parents,
A little less time to dream.

When an adult takes over,
They learn to live on their own,
They can work and they can drive,
Just trying to find their way home.

When an adult takes over,
They can do what they like,
But time is tightening around them,
A persistent, unforgiving and unwinnable fight.

When an adult takes over,
They are beginning to belong,
But still, in time,
Life goes on...


When a maturing soul is continuing on,
They age in blocks on ten,
They watch the rebellious youth of tomorrow,
Reliving their own antics once again.

The elderly have hindsight,
Which provides them with wisdom,
They are no longer a novice,
They're an advanced participant in the system.

Whether alone or connected,
Their maturity grants them peace,
They have made it so long,
The marks of their past a forehead crease.

When the lifelong hourglass is emptying,
Of simplicity they are fond,
But still, in time,
Life goes on...
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Adored Items

Hello my fellow manush (human beings in Bangla)! Today I will be continuing the series I began with my previous post, Despised Items – if you haven’t read that, you should probably start there, and then follow up with this one! Sadly, I have been a bit lazy in terms of blogging lately and so I haven’t actually updated my navigation page, but getting back to normality makes me very, very busy.

Today’s post also falls under the category of introspective, since I will be giving you some information on what nine things are that I absolutely am in love with (or you know, nine things that I just like). Again, shout out to Fat Mum Slim, who gave me the idea on her post about 50 things to write about when you totally have writer’s block – click here to access it. The two ideas I have used so far are the nine things that I absolutely hate, (she worded it differently, but you get the point) and the other one was doing a following up post to something that was popular – despite Despised Items not being the most popular post (Rustic Beauty is if you’re wondering).

So, (for the last time) following up on my previous post, Despised Items, here are the nine things that I, Emma, absolutely adore!

  1. Macaroons
    1. They are actually one of my favourite foods, you know, since they are friking delicious and divine
    2. They are expensive, and so I can only enjoy them every once in a while, which makes them even more special
  2. Lasagna
    1. Even though my favourite is homemade, the store bought makes you appreciate the other one even better
    2. It is the perfect balance between meat and pastry (sorry to all the vegetarians out there) and you can’t even taste the cheese
  3. Braces
    1. Despite most people claiming that they would never want braces again, I think I personally look better with them then without them
    2. The saying when you open the fridge; “you’re not hungry, you’re just bored,” must have been made to describe me, but after an appointment, the pain prevents me from eating to much, and I therefore don’t overfeed
  4. Pointe shoes
    1. Before I started pointe work, all the older girls were crushing my dreams saying that despite my constant statements, I did not want to go en pointe, and even though it is really bloody painful sometimes, it is still really rewarding
    2. It makes me feel like I am somewhat of a good dancer…
  5. Minecraft
    1. I know it is kind of a cliché since this game has been around forever, but it is so fun to create new things, even if my skills are limited
    2. The baby sheep’s and panda’s are absolutely, adorably cute!
  6. Elton John
    1. Some might think that Freddy Mercury stamps all over Elton John, but their styles are completely different (despite them being very similar) and I just prefer the more flowy, bluesy vibe – but Queen is still amazing
  7. Throne of Glass (book series)
    1. I know, I know that I have used this before, but honestly guys, if you haven’t read this series, and you are above the age of 15, stop reading immediately (just kidding, at least read till the end 😉) and go get yourself the prologue book, the Assassin’s Blade. Click here to access an online bookstore
    2. It is really gory, and since I don’t have the guts to watch really graphic horror movies, this is where I get that sort of experience… 😈
  8. Socks
    1. They are my favourite item of clothing, because when you match a dance class with the perfect pair of socks, you get the most amazing turns
    2. They keep your feet warm
  9. Walking
    1. Walking is a great pastime because it fulfills your daily exercise needs, and is sometimes the best way to clear your head
    2. You get to wear the earlier mentioned socks underneath your shoes, and your feet feel really warm and safe among the bush

Before we leave, I am definitely going to leave you with a poem, since my content has been slightly non-existent lately, and the only time I get to blog is for 10 minutes two times a day. Please feel free to share a comment of what your favourite things are, since I would love to get some insight on what you guys are thinking!

Thanks for reading my poems and other stuff so consistently, I have to appreciate you guys so much, so please, like and follow, enjoy the poem, and until next time, vakamoce vei noqu itokani bros (goodbye my fellow bros in Fijian).

Fun is generally associated with things that you like
The stuff you have evaluated
And judged
Assessing whether your soul is drawn to it 
Or whether you loathe it with every essence of your being

It's a funny thing
Assessment
In the scientific method you need to try over and over again
To make sure it is exactly precise
And there are no mistakes

But first impressions last
The things you call fun have drawn you to them
And the things you detest have repelled you at first glance
And there is no such thing as establishing a new reputation
Because there is no such thing as a second chance

If something tragic happens at the break of dawn
The rest of the day is set to that tragically inevitable mood
Your fate is decided
And it is no longer in your hands
But swirling and soaking in the hands of a past experience

It grips and pulls at you so hard
Forcing you to hold on
And leaving scars and bruises
That last a lifetime
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Gorgeously Categorized

Hello my fellow ka bula vakatamata (human beings Fijian)! Alas, it has been too long since I have written to you last, and I sincerely apologize. I have been having a bad case of writer’s block, in other words I had a great idea for a post, and then it completely left me when I sat down and got to work… keep in mind that this is not that really good idea post.

So today instead of trying to rack my brain to remember that other idea, I have decided to continue a series I just began, which is the Prepossessing Blossoms, which I thought was appropriate since I was trying to make the photos as flattering as possible, and if you saw them in real life you would be in awe. It is the sequel to Delicate, Divine Lies… I am not too sure about the title just yet, but let me know if you like it or have any other ideas.

So before we jump into the first poem of the week, and hopefully the beginning of a more consistent schedule, I must remind those who have an uncivil mindset to not share those thoughts with the rest of the readers, but if you do have any critics for my writing or any suggestions on what to post about, please write a comment in a respectful way.

Thanks for sticking with me, even though I have the most inconsistent blogging schedule out of probably any other blog out there, and sega tale ni ado (without further ado in Fijian) au vakamoce vei kemuni (I bid you farewell, again in Fijian)!

Colours make up a rainbow
But somehow each individual one 
Is a radiant combination of the collection

Yellow is a bright, happy colour 
It falls between green and orange on the spectrum
And it is oddly complementary to another colour labelled as blue

It is categorized as cowardly
Yet it is the identity of something so powerful such as the sun
It can be described as betrayal and egoism
Yet something so brilliantly yellow like a sunflower can absorb sunlight so iconically

These designated pigeon holes are complicated
But we see them as perfectly splendid
We see them as these things that help us to classify nails from screws
Humans from monkeys
And rights from wrongs

Our morality is so ethically questionable
Those who make every decision with deadly precision 
They end up strained mentally
But those who don't 
Are frowned upon
And asked why they are so impulsive

There is no correct answer
There is no perfectly good decision to make
And there are no bad ones either
Because modern life is so complicated
That all the variables are layered
And no one can see anything from every possible angle

And then more pigeon holes are created
More synonyms for words like naughty are made
Each one having a slightly altered meaning and extreme
Each one having a million people being slotted into them
Trying to identify who is who

Making their character traits into boxes with labels
And their souls into minds with ill given names
That have been forcibly suited to one person
Over and over and over again

Until all the colours of the rainbow are faded into one big blur
In that original pigeon hole labelled humanity
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Despised Items

Hello my fellow daoine (human beings in Irish)! Since it’s Sunday, I am due to do a post any way (click here to see posting schedule) it is going to be a little different. As you know, I have recently launched my homepage, and in it includes a categorized list of most of the things I will be posting. When I was checking all the links worked, it astounded me that some of them only had a couple of posts, and some of them had zillions (figuratively).

So to try and round out those categories, which are poetry, (obviously) music, art, recipes, animals, photography, the world and introspective, I am going to have to start doing a more diverse range of posts. So I will be updating my navigation page, since it is no longer accurate, to something along the lines of a poetry post every second day, and something along the lines of those other categories every other day.

But having said that, most of the other posts will still include poetry, or some sort of writing, since you can describe anything in a poetic way; the sandwich, a symbol of strength, but still so delectable…

Moving on, today’s post fits under the category of introspective, so basically my opinion on matters. Another post similar to this (but completely different) would be Little Women, where I analyze the movie in depth – but be warned, it contains heaps of spoilers, and not just for the show I am reflecting on, Daybreak too!

So aside from writing about poetry, I am pretty much useless when it comes to blogging, and so I went ahead and researched things to blog about – and it lead me to a great website called Fat Mum Slim, which gave me 50 ideas, and I chose number 7: nine things that gross you out and that you just can’t handle. (Okay, that’s not exactly how she phrased it, but you get the point!) So here they are, with a little reason:

  1. Cheese
    1. It absolutely, wholesomely stinks
    2. It looks similar to butter which is also gross (don’t hate me)
    3. It can lead to digestive problems such as gas and bloating
    4. It is gross in general
  2. Butter
    1. It makes your hands slippery and buttery
    2. It tastes like blah (excuse my word choice!)
  3. Honey
    1. It is way too sticky
    2. (But it does taste really good, so this isn’t really a reason why I hate it)
    3. It puts you at a higher risk of obesity, heart disease, and other sugar related illnesses
  4. Mess
    1. It activates my OCD, therefore my stress levels go through the roof
    2. Anything could be hidden under it – remember Molly, from Flawless Feline, well she was a world class bird killer before she got fat, and underneath some old clothes, we found some poor birds entrails 🤢🤮
  5. Bullying – (This doesn’t really need a reason, but I will give some anyway)
    1. Bully victims are between 2 to 9 times more likely to consider suicide than non-victims, according to studies by Yale University (Visit another WordPress site, Bullying Statistics for more information)
    2. Bullying causes mental health to decompose, and can lead to many assortments of mental illnesses
    3. It is just terrible in general
  6. Arachnids – (Sorry about this my little spiders and ticks, but you really freak me out)
    1. Some are very dangerous
    2. Ticks can get so small, and once they’re on, it is really hard to remove (this is based on a project I did in grade 2, so forgive me if my facts aren’t entirely accurate!)
    3. Spiders are everywhere – according to deBugged, you are apparently never more then 3.048 meters (10 feet) away from one *chills*
  7. Tourism (I know our economic world depends on it, but sometimes it’s really annoying)
    1. It can have unexpected or unforeseeable events such as terrorism and political upheaval (click here for more info)
    2. Sometimes different cultures have different ideas – such as the fact that some tourists near me thought it was okay to poop in someone’s backyard 😬
  8. Showers
    1. I hate to have to have one, but when I get in, I never want to leave
    2. This is very specific, but for showers that have that have a hot and a cold knob, it takes a while for you to get the perfect balance between boiling and freezing, and by that time, you’ve already wasted 3 minutes
  9. Shoe racks
    1. No matter how hard you try, they always end up getting messy 😢

Before we leave, I did promise a poem to go along with some of the different categorized posts, and I am not going to go back on that!

Please don’t get the impression that I am a negative person, I promise I appreciate life, these are just some things that bug me – feel free to share a list of things that you fume about in the comment section, but remember your moral values, and be polite when sharing. I am going to be doing another post similar to this one, but with 9 things I love instead, just to balance out the atmosphere.

So, before you go and read my poem, remember to like and follow – and until next time, hyvästi ystäväni (goodbye my friends in Finnish)!

Hate is a strong word
That's what parents always say
And I guess they're right

Love is also a strong word
But it is less recognized
We are taught it as soon as we come into this world
To love our family
And our parents
And our newly given life 

We are taught to love every day
We are taught to appreciate the strategic acronym that helps us pass exams
We are taught to be thankful for Pythagoras theorem with 3D shapes
We are taught to love the life society hands to us

But over time we learn to hate
We learn to hate the gross pile of spinach that sits on the side of every meal
We learn to hate the people who make fun of your lazy eye
And sometimes
We learn to hate life

Love and hate
They are a battle
They are two sides of a coin
One positive
One negative
One pro
One con
One good
One bad

We are taught to despise hate
And welcome love
But what about the nature of emotions

Some may not be nice
But if they are prolongingly cooped up
They will explode
Or implode
Leaving only one layer left of the host's soul
Leaving no substance left

And that is something everyone is afraid of
It is something everyone hates
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Delicate, Divine Lies

Good day my fellow inimestele (humans in Estonian)! Although it isn’t an actual post, I launched my homepage today, and so be sure to visit it so I don’t feel like I wasted two days trying to figure out how to add links into buttons😂… click here to access the said home page.

Today I thought I would do another image based poem, since I found a picture in my camera roll that I thought was quite divine – sadly it doesn’t include any animals or beaches, but it does include a very glorious flower! No one commented on my last post that they were getting bored with image based poetry, so I don’t feel as repetitive as I did before – that being said, you should be expecting some more diverse posts from me now that I have finished most of the pages.

With this particular post, I was thinking of making it a series, since I have many pictures of beautiful flowers that I haven’t got anything to do with. I am probably going to end up doing it anyway, but if you have any title suggestions for the series or posts, make sure to leave a comment, or a like if you want more content similar to this!

Before we get into the poem, procedure calls for me to remind anyone who has any abominable thoughts going through their head that some things should be thought, but not shared. (I think I kind of boofed the saying, but you get the point!) I do encourage any feedback, but if it isn’t considerately polite, you will be blocked.

But lets not end on a despicable note – remember this blog is about sharing my writing (among other stuff) with the world. So I hope you enjoy another image based poem, and without further ado, I say slán le mo chairde (goodbye my friends in Irish)!

"Roses are red"
It's a fact of life

Just like "children should be seen and not heard"
Or "you've got to make darn sure you understand something before doing it"
These are facts of life
But not really

They were
But now they are old
Crippled and mournful
Not leaving any room for inspiration
Or new life

These "facts of life" are outdated
They have been put on a shelf to rot
And when someone brings it out again
They daren't change anything about it
For they are delicate

Delicate means they are easy to break
And the most delicate, most intricate thing you could make
Is a lie

With divine precision
It could last generations
But it could also crumble after ten doubtful seconds
It is only the extreme that can survive for long
And with time they only grow stronger
And surer
That they are right

These out worn precepts are divine
They are divine in the way that they grow and evolve, but still stay the same
But calamitous in the way they stop other things from growing

They leave no room for improvement
Defiantly rigging our minds
Turning us to sheep
Who are advancing our technological world in ways we could never imagine 
Yet submitting to the same rules our ancestors did

But like all lies strengthened by time
These ones have substance
They have layers
They have an extent to which they are right
Despite the majority of them being wrong

"Roses are red"
Yes they are
But they are also all colours
Just like people

Majority of us are stubborn
Thinking vile things but never sharing them
And that's okay
But that isn't our definition

Our stubbornness isn't what makes us the gorgeous rainbow we are
It is our relationships with those around us
It is our past experiences that lead us to the present and to the future
And it is the emotions we feel
When we are proactively idle
And happy
And free of those delicate things
Those delicate lies
Sweetened by time
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Devoted Canines

Hello my fellow bodau dynol (human beings in Welsh)! I am sorry for not doing as many posts today, but I do have a valid excuse – I have been on and off all day trying to edit the pages of my site so that you guys will have an easier time getting around… just wait till you see the homepage!

Apologies for what I am about to say, but I am a little drained today to come up with anything different to what I have been doing lately, so here comes another image based poem! Please tell me if you guys are getting bored of these, and if you have any other ideas on what I should post, because that would really help me out! That being said, if you do choose to leave a request in the comment section, make sure it is polite, as I don’t tolerate internet trolls, and I value civil actions.

The little ball of cuteness in the photo below is my adorable dog Bella. Some would argue that when she gets her hair cut she looks like a demon, and that before we removed her lower teeth (due to dental reasons) she looked like a freaking vampire, but it doesn’t matter what they look like, to every owner, their dog is the best, most endearing pet in the entire world – and that certainly is the case here.

I know I’m rambling on a bit, but before we get into the poem, I just want to think about every time you have been absolutely ticked off (sorry if I get any of you worked up here). I can’t even begin to count the amount of times little miss Bella has benightedly peed all over the carpet, pooped in the middle of the street, cleaned Molly’s butthole (Molly being my cat, from Flawless Feline) and then lick me with the same tongue!

But even when she does something stupid and is sent to time out, and even when she doesn’t get to have a denta-stick after being a naughty girl, she would still brighten up anyone’s day with her happy disposition, and the charismatic snorting noises she makes when she’s content. (Seriously, she is the cutest thing ever!)

So before we get into the poem, if you have a dog, a cat, or even a bird that seems to be waiting for you every time you get a coffee, draw some inspiration from them, and save it for those times where you are ripping out your hair in frustration.

Well, that’s it for now, hope you look forward to the updates I am making on my blog, and if you have any suggestions, be sure to leave a comment! Hope you enjoy the poem, head aega (goodbye in Estonian)! 👋👋

Waddling along
Not a care in the world
Eyes only focused on the life ahead of them
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Moving on 
With love

Everything is magical
They see the world through children's eyes
Always something new to smell
Always something new to see
Always something new to feel

Their enchanting nature is so hard to follow as a human
Nothing is ever simple
And you look back and wish
Wondering how well you could have handled it 
If only...

Living in the moment
It's a nice sentiment
The only problem is that it can destroy

But it can also invent
It can invent a new version of yourself
One who has no regrets
And enjoys every blessed second

One akin to the likes of your role model
Your idol who is your friend
Your family
Your partner
But most of all

Your dog
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Homelessness

Hello my fellow lidské (humans in Czech)! I have recently been exposed to the idea of homelessness in my humanities class, and it made me realize how fortunate I am to have a roof over my head, a full stomach, and family and friends that love me – so please, before reading any further, take a second to appreciate the life you live and the people you get to live it with, since our existence in this universe is so short, and many of us spend it waiting for life to be over.

So, for the sake of those living in impoverished areas, and those who are going through a tough time, (even if that’s you – not one problem is insignificant) take a breath, relax, and find inspiration from the beautiful world around you…

That being said, I do have some actual content for you, and this is a little different to stuff like poetry, recipes and art, (which pretty much sums up what I have been doing on this blog for the past year) since it is actually music. Now I am not going to actually sing it for you, since my voice isn’t that of Freddy Mercury, but what I have done is come up with a factual parody to the song “Lovely” by Billy Eilish and Khalid, about homelessness.

Maybe once my voice has improved a little, I will edit this post and add in a voice recording with me singing it, but for now, you will have to exercise your mind a bit, and just imagine that there is actually someone singing it! But if you guys get antsy and actually want to hear someone vocalizing this parody, I can get it arranged.

As always, I value positivity, and I very much dislike nasty comments and snide remarks, so as I have mentioned on every single one of my posts, these things will not be tolerated. Nonetheless, don’t be afraid to leave a comment with any feedback or something interesting you noticed. Let me know what you think!

Now straight away, no more distractions, scroll down and read the parody – and until next time, nashledanou (goodbye, in Czech)! 😁

Got no money in my bag, not a cent,
My addiction is drag
I’m the one in 200
Constantly begging for a home
To stay
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the tired kids next to me are under 18 years
No sense of privacy or stability
My hellish lifestyle right here on the streets
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Dad was a drunk, so mum went rogue
My friend's got these bruises
From assault
Ahh, where do I go
 
Walking out of town, into another one
Looking for a better place
My friends are always sick of me
Now I’m looking for a better space
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the old man next to me is turning 90 years
No sense of safety or security
My hellish lifestyle on my cousin’s backseat
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Just like that, evicted and gone
My friend's in a crowd now
All alone
Ahh, where do I go
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Flawless Feline

Good day to all those who are a part of humanity! I don’t know about you, but I am really enjoying image based poetry at the moment, I have absolutely no idea why! I guess its something about having a deeper connection with the piece of writing since its idea came from a photo I took… but in any case, its fun, and if your brain is drained, and you want to do some writing to relax, I would definitely recommend this!

Sadly, the featured fatness in this photo is currently sick, but she is getting better, and just the other day she finally finished a bowl of food that she would have finished in seconds on a normal day. This picture shows her ferocity while defending a plant and its pot that she uses as a scratching pole and a nap bed.

Gonna sound like a broken record, but remember that we are all humans, and none of us are perfect, and if we were, that would be really boring. (If you’re wondering, that was a badly phrased version of a quote from Misty Copeland, a famous principle dancer in the American ballet.) Keeping that in mind, if you do have any comments, and are unsure of how to do it, see the navigation page in the contents bar at the top of the blog.

Having said that, I have babbled on about a cat and a drained brain in the time it could have taken for you to read my actual poem, so without any more hassle, au revoir 🥖🥐…

The cat
So solemnly beautiful
Yet so hastily ferocious
Watching your every move
Remembering each one with excruciating detail

Their fur so soft
Their eyes so sinister
Following you with them wherever you go
Waiting for the perfect moment
Pouncing flawlessly every time

So many breeds, so many categories
Labelled by what they are worth
By what they look like 
And what they feel
Constantly itemized by our superior species

Until they prove they are alpha
With their violent hissing 
And grazing swipe
They slit with malicious accuracy
But underneath all that remains...

A fluffy, silky, unimpeachable cat.
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Rustic Beauty

Good afternoon my fellow mankind. I was going through my photos, and I came across this absolutely stunning one. (Not trying to brag or anything, but I thought I did pretty well 😏.) Anyway, I looked at it for a while, and all that was going through my mind was urges and drives pressuring me to do a post about it – so here I am, squeezing my creativity sponge until there is basically nothing left!

Now I realize this poem doesn’t exactly reflect upon the image flawlessly, but these were the ideas that sparked from seeing this picture, so maybe just enjoy them separately…

Having said that, remember if you wish to leave a comment be polite and remember all our humane values. Feel free to leave any feedback, but any bullying or nasty comments will not be tolerated. Enjoy!

Divine in its way of pitiful despair
Beauty written all over its rustic grim aura
Its dark devastation so winsome to those who choose to see

So misunderstood, only noticed for its imperfections and flaws
Appreciation is a stranger
Detestation is the familiar

The popular opinion can make or break an individual
Those cheeky whispers making their way through the world
Into someone's ear
And their heart
Destroying them from the inside to out
The fons et origo of egomaniacs

This raw sentimentality allows them to dwell at night
If only they could put a filter on life
Shielding them
Protecting them

Flawless in its way of preserving innocence
Pristine in its way of perpetuating purity
Perfect in its way of cushioning the truth
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Breakfast time…

Good afternoon everyone. Even though breakfast was awhile ago, I made myself a lovely sugar free smoothie that I thought I would share with you guys. Even though at the beginning of this blog, I established it as a writing promotion sort of thing, now I want to expand that, as I have been doing previously with the art stuff, and even more recently with the corona virus stuff.

So the story is that this morning I was about to pull out some weet-bix and have the same old boring breakfast that I have every single morning, but then I thought NO MORE! I can’t handle eating the same, lukewarm pile of mush sprinkled with a grain of sugar anymore!

And you’re probably wondering, wow, Emma, calm down, what the heck triggered you to start acting like a crazy lunatic about a bowl of breakfast you’re probably never going to think about again? Well, you see, on all the weet-bix boxes, the side and back feature two random recipes, and on this particular box, it featured “Banana Berry Smoothie”.

Now, for those of you who have never met me in real life, you wouldn’t know this, but I am obsessed with smoothies, and I have one almost every morning when I’m not having heated up weet-bix mush. And who could blame me? They’re delicious, they’re smooth, they’re easy to drink on the go, and best of all they’re healthy.

So I saw this recipe, and I was thinking, nah, that can’t possibly be any better then my regular one, because I had tried one of the weet-bix box recipes before and it failed tremendously. (It was one of those nutrition ball things, and I may have added a bit too much maple syrup, but I’m just gonna pretend it failed because the recipe was bad.)

But this time it was different. You see, I am a master at making smoothies due to the fact that I drink them very frequently, and so I put the ingredients in the blender, and mixed ‘em around until they were of a thick and gooey, but still liquid-y consistency. And once that at first glance disgusting vomit was poured out into the huge cups we reserve for smoothies, and once that slimy liquid was cascading into my lungs, my eyes widened at the perfect consistency and breathtaking taste…

But enough of that – I need to get a move on and actually tell you the recipe and get an image for you, and all that jazz! 😂🤣

Weet-bix banana berry smoothie

Ingredients
2 weet-bix
1 banana, chopped
1/2 cup of fresh or frozen berries
1 cup of milk		Method
Legitimately all you have to do is chuck all the
ingredients in the blender and combine until
smooth. For normal people, this serves two, for
people like me, this only serves one.
As you can see, this is more a bucket then a
glass, hence the fact my version only serves one!
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Littering

Gliding uncomfortably through the murky water
I struggle to make it back to the shallows of the waterhole
My foot throbs in pain
It still stings from the tearing of skin
It still hurts from when I ripped the empty Bunderberg bottle off

I stain the water with my blood
Thinking of how clueless I had been
Coming here, in the tall grass part of the water
Where anything could be hiding
Whether man made or alive

I let my feet struggle to find the muddy floor
As my my big toe gets caught in a Mountain Dew lid
I feel it turn purple as the circulation gets cut off
I squint back a tear, but push through 

My arm shoots out to grab the broken branch that is my exit
And I push off the foot that is gushing with blood
To prevent ripping off the toe that’s caught on my other foot

Flies irritatingly buzz around me
As the pungent smell of dog waste enters my blocked nose
I hear distant yelling and laughing and try to call for help

I pull myself onto the muddy bank and spot a faded hello magazine
    just sitting there, covered in a delicious mixture of poo and water
I lift my foot, the one that got slit by a ginger beer bottle
The sheer sight of the battered skin made me gag
And the dark, thick blood entered into a part of my brain that it
    would never leave

I look up at the dark sky
The sun blinds me inconsiderately
And the scarce amount of trees blew gently in the humid wind
Wondering when their brothers and sisters will return
Or whether they are doomed to sway solemnly for the rest of time
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Photography and Words

Hello fellow human beings. I have my October resolution and I am not going to say I am trying, because otherwise I will procrastinate, knowing that I have left you with uncertainty. My little pact I have made with myself is that I will do at least one post every week, and I know that sounds sub optimal, and downright lazy. but it would be better then me lying to you and saying I’ll be doing a post daily.

I have recently found my love for photography, as well as my love for art, for walking, for ice cream, and for many other exciting things I have discovered over the past year. Uncoincidentally, I just received a new phone, and so I am able to take way better photos than my old alternative, and the editing tools are much more advanced, and I am much happier with the results.

I know that my editing skills aren’t out of this world, but what I do know is that they are to my personal style and that everyone’s style is different, and so if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments, but any nasty trolls will be banned – remember if you don’t have something noice to say, don’t say anything! *Me groaning at how cheesy I sound repeating that old broken record*

Anyway, below I have written a short but hopefully sweet poem about a picture I took while walking at the beach. I quite enjoyed writing about an image, and so you will be seeing a lot more of image based poetry in the future.

Until next time, I bid you farewell…

The painted sky like a bird
Sheltering the world beneath its wings
Witnessing all the beauty and pain life has to offer
Keeping us safe from greater things

Soft is the sand on a warm, tepid day
Rough and scratchy it seems in the desert
Sinking between little toes, sticking to wet legs
It follows you home, unsure whether you resent it

The glistening water, opaque when deep
The horizon blurring the border between earth and heaven
Underappreciated when temperamental, foggy with its vision of perfection
A fairy tale day is still and tranquil, but storms don't beckon
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Painting Project

Hello everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a while, but again, my very valid excuse is that I have been very busy – despite being in quarantine! Also, I have a few drafts of posts that I was supposed to submit ages ago, but I wasn’t happy with them, so once I have finished editing, there will be a truckload of new content.

Anyway, on the note of something interesting, every year my school has a competition known as MADD (Music, Art, Dance, Drama) day which can earn points for your house with every submission. So since I’m really bad at filming stuff, I decided to not do a dance or music piece (it would end up really bad quality) and instead do an art piece, since I’m really enjoying that sort of stuff at the moment, with all this time on my hands.

It took a while to decide what I was going to draw, since my main strength is eyes, and if I just submitted a single eye, that would be a really boring piece – unless it was, you know, extremely frikin’ good. In the end, I went with a lion, since I had never drawn one before, and I thought hey, that looks like fun.

But instead of fun I was faced with proportional difficulties, shading dilemmas and the whole kit and kaboodle! I got through it in the end, despite it taking my entire weekend – I was not very smart with my time management, and I started a day before it was due! Anyway, I thought since it took up so much of my time, I would share it with you since I seem to be showing it proudly to all my friends and family! 😬😂🤗

Strena 2020 – “On earth as it is in Heaven.”

Anyway, that’s all for today. I hope you enjoy reading about my struggles of producing a single piece of mediocre art, and remember that if you wish to leave a comment, make sure it is either positive or critical in a respectful way. On another note, if you don’t know how to leave a comment, there is a page labelled “Navigation”, and that will lead you through it.

Until next time, stay safe, stay healthy and stay awesome! 😎

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Corona Virus

Hello fellow human beings. Today is another day many people face the world through a screen, through an online world, due to being in lockdown. Although this is a sad time for those who have lost loved ones in hospital beds, and for those who are anxiously waiting for results, we still need to remain positive.

Even though during this time there is still political dilemmas, money corruption, and god knows what else, life will return to normal eventually, even if it takes a while. During lockdown and quarantine, and anything that might be stopping you from doing what you love in the future, I urge you to keep persisting with whatever that might be.

Last night I had an online dance class, and we talked for over an hour about all sorts of things, but one statement stuck with me – it was that, everyone is saying what we can’t do, but very rarely are they encouraging us to do what we can do.

You can’t have more than five people in the same house at the same time, you can’t cross state borders, you will be fined for breaking the rules of this period.

It is all good and well giving instructions on what everyone can’t do, because then we know our restrictions, but part of the reason some people break those rules is because they haven’t thought about what they can do, aside from going out to exercise, shopping for necessities.

Generally, if you don’t say it, people don’t think it, and then the only source of entertainment is sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching the footy, or having the excruciating urge to go and see your grandma in Sydney, while you’re in the Northern Territory.

Especially for me as a dancer, I hear constantly from local studios that are also in lockdown whining about how students, seniors even, can’t focus for more than an hour on a zoom call, and then my class is there busting our chops for three hours straight with our teacher in front of us on a tiny screen doing it with us.

It doesn’t matter what situation you are in, there is always another choice, and another alternative. For example, in a dancing context again, one of the girls in my class has to dance in her garage, and she said; “well I obviously can’t jump, so I’ll work on my turns instead!” We all have a different situation to handle, but there are pro’s and con’s to everything.

I am reminded of the saying, “we are all in the same boat”… Well, we are not. Some people live in tiny rental properties, some live in three storey mansions. Some people live in a trash heap, and some live on a private island. The truth is, everyone isn’t in the same boat, but we are all in the same storm. We all have the same global crisis to deal with, but we don’t all have the perfect tools to be perfectly accustomed to it.

We are not all in the same boat, but we are all in the same storm…

But that doesn’t matter. Not when you love something more than life. If you are an artist, who has gone out of business because no-one can come to your gallery, set up a kick-ass website and show your stuff on there. If you are a hairdresser who’s cramped up in a two room apartment with your daughter, be smart with spending your money, and practise doing hairdresser things on your daughter.

If you are a dancer who lives for the praise of others, the applause of an audience and the hard sweat and tears you share with your teammates when in a class, get ’em on a facetime call and shed your sweat and tears with them so you can complain about being sore the next day and know that they are feeling the exact same way! Or if you don’t have enough space, and your room is the size of a toilet, fling your leg up on the wall (but don’t scratch it) and stretch like nobodies business!

Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that, we all have problems, but it is the way we adapt and deal with them that sorts the men out from the boys. So remember to stay positive during these uncertain times, work hard, sweat hard, paint hard, whatever, just stay passionate and know that even if it takes a while, life will return to normal – eventually.

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Mosaics

Hello again very patient readers! As you saw in my previous post, I have been really enjoying doing artistic and creative stuff, and I have completed another mosaic using the same beads as the one in my Ancient Rome project one. As this is a very versatile blog, I thought I would share it with you…

This time it was a lot easier to complete, as I wasn’t really trying to recreate a preexisting picture, I was kind of just winging it, and so I didn’t have to be careful of how many beads I used of a certain color, or if I would have enough room for the intricate picture.

I was really proud of this particular mosaic, because I feel that even though it has a childish and playful vibe to it, it is still more authentic and exquisite than the other one, and if I had enough room in my tiny house, I would potentially hand it up and show it off to friends when they visit!

Thank you for reading this short post! Please leave a comment if you are enjoying these art posts, as I really enjoy making them. Also, remember I am trying my hardest, so please don’t leave any hateful comments…

Until next time, bye 👋🏻.

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A New Passion

As we all know, throughout lockdown, we have developed our relationships with those we were stuck with (JK) and ourselves, seeing new passions and aspects of ones personality that help us fill out the days without dying of boredom. For me personally, I found that during my many long hours of free time, I was able to kill the clock with my artistic passion.

Even though I am not the best at art, and if I decided to take it on as a career, I would probably die on the streets with not a penny to my name, I still find it exceedingly relaxing, and so today I want to share with you a few sketches and mosaics that I have worked on throughout quarantine.

As you can see, this is already in a post format since I am a part of a drawing art group on Facebook, and so I tried my hardest to make it impressive. Even though the nostrils look like they are flared in anger, and even though the eyes are WAY out of proportion (well, in the picture on the left at least) I am still proud of these two drawings, and they were lots of fun (and sometimes frustration) to complete.

So as you can see, I drew many eyes there, and you can probably infer that I was trying to perfect them before I began any big portraits. I was actually amazed at my ability, but then I had to go and ruin my big, proud moment by searching up videos of people drawing stuff twice as good as me, and of course there are people half my age absolutely smashing it. But even though they are not perfect, they were pretty perfect to me considering the way I used to draw eyes… I won’t show them since it will scar you for life!

Okay, so please, pretty please, don’t judge my mosaic cat, who is named “Sister Penelope”. I only had to make this because it was for a school project, but in the end it was pretty fun. You’re probably wondering to yourself, what in the world was this school project, and you would not be crazy in thinking that, since it legit just looks like some five year old went to town with some beads and some glue.

Well, let me explain. The school project was on Ancient Rome, and it was for humanities, and the objective of the game was to create a pitch giving some insight on Ancient Rome and Pompeii in general and identify a key primary source that fell into one of the following categories:

  • War
  • Conquest
  • Mythology
  • Religion
  • Art
  • Food
  • Agriculture
  • A few others that I have no doubt forgotten!

My group chose art, since that spoke to us collectively the most. As a part of the pitch, we were required to create a persuasive argument explaining why a specific piece of art should be displayed in Pompeii and how can it encourage further questioning of any tourists or visitors in Pompeii so that we as a global community have a deeper understanding of what life was like in Ancient Rome.

Choosing art, my group had a lot of choices as to which piece we would re create, and so we decided on a mosaic that most people generally haven’t heard of which was called “The Roman Cat”, and it was a part of a larger mosaic that depicted birds drinking from a bird bath.

As you can see from the recreation further up, we weren’t 100% accurate, but I felt we did the best we could with what we had, and if we had to do it again, I wouldn’t have changed it, except I might have bought more white and orange beads, seeing as we ran out of them, and they were kind of vital for completion, but you know – we made do!

Thank you for reading this blog post, and please leave a comment if you would like to see more of my artwork in future posts. It seems that I am finally back on track with actually posting regularly, so let’s hope that we keep that momentum up! Just a reminder that I am trying my best to put out quality posts filled with inspiring and fun content, so please don’t leave any hateful or negative comments, although feedback is welcome.

Thanks for reading! 😎

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Painful Idolization

Hey everyone, another very sincere apology for not writing in a while, and I am going to sound like a broken record when saying this, but again, I have been very busy, despite the season of quarantine.

Anyway, I was asked to write a poem for a group assignment in literature based upon the theme of self existence (which is very broad I know, but my group chose it so we could have a wide variety of poems in our anthology that briefly relate to each other in that note) and I was proud of the one we (mostly I, since I do most of the group work individually) came up with.

The name of this poem is called “Painful Idolization”, and it came under a more specific theme of sadness and abuse. This poem explores the experiences of a young girl growing up with a physically abusive father and a verbally abusive mother.

Other then the sadness and pain she endures, this poem also brushes upon the idolization that a child will have upon their parents, and while writing the saying “like mother like daughter” or “like father like son” brushed through my mind. This made me think about all the opinions that adults strongly support that have mostly been birthed from their parents opinions that have been birthed from their grand parents. But sometimes this is not the case, and in this poem, we know that the kid has risen above the negativity and cynicism to lead a somewhat decent life.

I hope you enjoy reading it, and if you desire to leave a comment, please leave negativity and bad thoughts in your head and not down there, but any constructive criticism. Enjoy!

The calloused skin of his hand collided with my cheek as he struck me, 
Oozing blood poured from my healing bruise as my vision was blurred and I couldn’t see,
My buckling knees shuddered as I focused on my mother’s screaming silhouette, 
But his grip became stronger, and she faded into nothing as I tried to break free. 

Consciousness tugged at me, as I tried to open my pain swelled eyes, 
My mind bended and twist at the thought of my friends and how I had to betray them with my lies, 
Flashes of black and blue, and memories of fear suffocate me, but I push them away,
However, the throbbing gets louder, and I remember my mum saying that only a beggar cries.

Like daggers in my back, her words puncture my skin deeply, 
My mum’s criminal eyes and mouth each as cruel and deadly but discreetly, 
I turn to face my sure termination, as the similar look of regret forms in her eyes, like the day I was born,
Her beautiful mouth forms destructive words, and my shattered and broken mind tells my heart to pound rapidly.

Years have passed and the scars have never faded, 
Although when you look at my face, you’ll see it is perfectly aided, 
But after all of these lies and strikes that I could never un-see or un-feel, 
Somehow, I have still grown up decently, and the rest of my life, 
Well, I’m gonna savour it...
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Little Women

Hello Guys! Sorry again (rolls eyes in frustration at writer’s inconsistency) for not posting for a while, again (excuses, excuses) I have had a lot going on, and barely any time to post.

Completely off topic and random, I’m really annoyed with storybird at the moment because it made it so you have to have this weird crown like things to be able to publish, and you have to pay to get them, so since I am clearly not committed enough to pay for a membership, I just had to let it go! (By the way, if any of you use storybird my “old” username was PeTs12, so totally go follow me even if I don’t use it anymore.)

This post is basically just gonna be a reflection of Little Women – the movie, I’ll do a reflection of the book when I’ve read it. (I only watched the movie first because it was on in the local cinemas and I really didn’t want to miss it, and I didn’t even have the book until my mum pulled it out and said “surprise”, but I knew that I am not the fastest reader, so I decided to go and see it before it was out of the cinemas, and then read the book to compare!)

Severe warning: do not read any further if you do not desire to have a spoilt experience of reading the book or watching the movie, because this next section has censored information about both Daybreak and Little Women.

From the writer of this blog post

Reflection

I thought that Little Women was one of the best movies I had ever seen and I thought that the girls who played the four main characters (Jo, Meg, Beth and Amy) really embraced the role and portrayed the young and stubborn kind of young women they were meant to be, like all good actors should.

A similar situation to this would be the 2003 original Broadway cast recording for Wicked, because they really matched the characters to the voices; a great example in the same show is Idina Menzel (Elphaba) and Kristin Chenoweth (Glinda), because even though you couldn’t see their acting, you could tell from their singing the objective they were trying to put across.

I noticed a similarity between Little Women and a TV series I’m watching at the moment called Day Break. I thought it was interesting in the fact that Turbo from Daybreak (The leader of the Jocks, and the star sports person – don’t judge me, I honestly don’t know the difference between football and soccer!) is quite similar to all four girls, but especially Beth, in Little Women.

So let’s start with Turbo’s story. So after his mum died, his father decided he needed to do more to help the world, which focused more on dying children. Right before the homecoming game, (I’m not American, so I’m not quite sure what that means, so don’t judge my language usage!) his not-around-much dad gives him a little action figure that he later uses as a signal to terminate someone.

Unfortunately, Turbo reveals that this is a common case in terms of softening the pain of never seeing his dad. A tiny bit like the bribes Principal Burr was taking, but not as sinister. When Turbo doesn’t show too much enthusiasm, he explains to his dad: “Well, dad, it’s not that I’m too old for it, it’s that you only give me presents when you leave.”

It is then that the similarities between these two very different shows begin. When Turbo explains to his dad indirectly that he wants him to be there for him, his dad explains very reasonable and confronting excuses for not going to an important game for his only kid.

So his flight left in something like two hours, and if he stayed to watch the three hour game, that would mean it would be a sixteen hour delay until he could get on the next plane to wherever he’s going. According to him, a sick kid died around every “x” amount of minutes, so he guilted Turbo into reluctantly accepting and tolerating his departure, using the: “either I come to your game, and a whole bunch of kids die because I’m not there, or I go and save the children (that’s his little phrase). It’s your choice” method.

I can think of two scenarios in Little Women where this is valid.

The first one is when the mother makes her girls give up their breakfast as a Christmas Gift to a women with dying and starving children. I know this isn’t really as important or extreme as the other one, and it is pretty good training for the girls’ moral points, but I still wanted to include it.

The family is already pretty poor, as a lot of people were in those days, and their Christmas Breakfast was quite extravagant and exciting for them, because being poor, they probably weren’t able to spend money on presents and amusements like such. And the mother kind of used the same strategy as Turbo’s father, just less confronting, saying: “well, this is what your own father would want you to do.” But in any case, it turned out to be a good experience anyway, because their wealthy next door neighbour noticed their kind charity and decided to donate them an even richer breakfast, which I think Jo was really looking forward to, as she used the term, I could eat a horse, which, was very un lady like, may I say.

The second example was when she (the mum) was at the little donating store, giving out blankets and stuff, right after she said she had definitely not done her bit for society, while Beth was sick. This bit was very interchangeable between the first and third scenarios was the fact that the parents were kind of sacrificing their kids to help everyone else.

So while Beth was at home dying, the mum stayed there trying to help everyone else who were in similar or worse situations. (Not that I have anything against her, I mean JO felt like she had it all under control, which was why the mother – I’m referring to her like that because I don’t know her name – didn’t come home until Beth was knocking on heavens door.

And while Turbo was trying to enjoy the game of his life, (you know, until the bomb exploded and the world ended) sadly distracted by the fact that he had no-one there to support him, except for his mindless fans, and his friends who were playing along with him, his dad was busy overseas trying to save the world and make it a better place by “saving the kids”. The only kid he didn’t save was the one he was formally responsible for.

So basically, if I were to continue with this reflection, it would just be a praise for every second of the movie, and because I have gotten all the important stuff out of the way, I am going to leave it at that so you don’t completely hate me for my lack of being concise!

Anyway, feel free to leave any comments on your opinion or if you want to add anything completely random about another thing you’ve noticed about Little Women, and I would love to hear feedback and constructive criticism on how to make my writing more interesting! But remember, nothing mean or aggressive, or there will be consequences.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this post, and I hope you will come and visit my post again! Until next time, with love, Emma!

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I Don’t Know

Hello everybody! Sorry for not posting for a while, but coming to the end of the year, I have been extremely busy. But hopefully this place will be buzzing with words connecting stories, connecting posts when I get some free time during the Christmas holidays.

Anyway, since this is potentially my last post until Christmas, I just want to wish everyone a jolly time during the “most wonderful time of the year”. (I’m not being sarcastic or anything, I am just quoting the famous quote, and I didn’t want to say have a merry Christmas, because I had used the word “Christmas” in the same sentence!)

Until next time, enjoy yourselves, and I hope you enjoyed reading this very last minute poem.

(Also, I am very sorry for the really weird spacing, I do not know why it’s doing that, but try to enjoy it all the same! All you have to do is scroll sideways, and try to insert the pauses where you think it is appropriate, since you no longer have paragraphical spacing to help you!)

I don’t know
I feel like life is just a unkempt field of tangled thoughts,
observations and questions
All randomly bound together by loose strands of hope
So loose that they can be untangled and removed,
And poked and prodded, bent and straightened,
Or even snapped entirely

An answer is always awaiting at the back of my mind
But it isn’t just a one word answer
It isn’t just a simple “yes” or “no”

It is a journey 

A journey that twists and turns and pokes and prods
One that stays with you no matter how much you try
A place that you are forced back into in your dreams
A prison that lets you out
Knowing that you will come crawling back

But the journey is optional
And that outcome of seizing that chance
Whether or not you think it is worth it
It is a reward

A reward that you work for
One that makes you sweat and bleed 
One that breaks you, but not enough to kill you
Just so that you can see the end

The end that promises nightmares and nostalgia
That takes you back to life in the moment
The moment that killed you without killing you

But the reward
The reward is what makes it all worth it

And after you know the reward
The nightmares and memories become a blur
But a blur that you remember happily

Even if those seconds broke you
Even if those memories scalded you
You know that you earned that feeling of satisfaction
That your hard work payed off
And the answer is finally clear

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Hockey

I literally only have 13 minutes right now, so this post is just going to be one of the rare short and (hopefully) sweet posts.

Before I jump straight into it, I am going to give a little history lesson about this piece of writing. I wrote this about four years ago in a warm up for writing and we had to write about hockey. I, being a dancer, had no idea about anything to do with hockey, except for the “sticks”, so, naturally, being the very gory and sarcastic person I was, I wrote about the gore and sarcasm to go with it.

I love hockey.

I love the way that you can make people bleed heavily if you whack them hard
enough, and then your only punishment is to say: “sorry, I lost control of my
stick and it accidentally flew up into Vanessa’s face!”

Then they make you hug, which is gross mind you, but then you get blood on
your shirt, and the sweet scent reminds you that you hurt someone today!

I love the way that once everyone, including the coach, is lying figuratively
dead on the floor, you get to throw a huge temper tantrum, about how your
mum and dad made you come to this stupid game anyway, and the grass is 
your victim.

You see, I absolutely adore hockey, and I think it’s so much fun! The only thing
I actually don’t like about hockey, is well, hockey!
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Help When You Need It

Following up on my most recent post, I just want to say that there is always available help when you need it.

A few weeks back in school we did a health expo, and one of my friend’s topic was emotional health (mine was adrenaline, which I will be doing a post about next week) and she recommends plenty of resources and help lines that anyone can access if they need to.

Emotional and mental health is a very important part of the entirety of your health because if those sections fall apart, it is very likely that others will as well, such as physical health e.g. when someone calls you fat, it is likely your reaction will go in three possible directions:

  1. You do nothing because you are a generally buzz and zen person and critics opinion affect you, but not in a negative way. You possibly make a few positive changes, but nothing to bold.
  2. You decide, maybe this person is right and you let it affect your physical health by not eating as much, which can lead to weight monitoring diseases like anorexia.
  3. Then maybe you would do the complete opposite of variable number two and plop down on the couch, binge watch some popular Netflix television show and over eat. This causes obesity.

(Of course these three broad results branch out to a number of more intricate ones, and the neutral, negative and positive variables are practically endless!)

But anyway, here are a few apps that can help you monitor and sort out any confusing or difficult emotions. (At the end there are also some local – in my area – helplines and clinics.)

  • Youper
  • Daylio
  • Smiling Minds
  • Talk Life
  • Moodpath
  • Depression CBT
  • What’s Up
  • Pacifica
  • Happify
  • Kids Helpline
  • Tweens Clinic
  • Live4Life
Standing there
Alone
With the unforgiving rain plummeting down onto her dewy skin
Turning her characteristic hair into sharp, iron bars that have imprisoned her
The bars that she refuses to let anyone pass through

She doesn’t let anyone find the key to that iron cage to set her free
Because she is afraid

Afraid that if she finally opens up
People might help her
People might listen
People might blindly give her drugs that turn her into an emotion she is not

Happy
She dreads it
Always deserting herself from everyone else
Building those iron bars up so tall and so strong that they become pillars 
Pillars that hold up a castle of depression

She is afraid of letting the fragile feeling out
Because she knows that if she lets it out of its dungeon 
The dungeon that she has kept it in for years

That it will explode
And burn
And scorch the remains of the castle until it is in ashy decay

So she stands there
Alone
Letting the cool wind whip her 
With the fire of sadness warming her amongst the chill of the day

Her dark, agonized eyes peak through her mop of hair
A glance is all it takes
For them to notice her

And suddenly she is not alone

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Alone

Okay, very deep there Emma…

I just want to get one thing straight – even though I will often write about depressing stuff, do not worry, I am not depressed. Just to make it crystal clear, I carry no bad mental health, I am just a generally deep person.

I just want to say that the poem I’ve just written, even though it may effect you when you read it, I don’t want you to believe it. I don’t want you to fall under the spell that lots of people have been tricked into falling under. I want you to know that even though this poetry suggests otherwise, that you are not alone in this world. People do care, you just need to take the time to find the ones that do.

Because, trust me, there are going to be people out there who don’t approve of anything we do, and you know what? That is totally okay. Because if we didn’t have the people who don’t like us as much, everything would be beige and everyone would have neutral relationships with everyone else. It is good not to absolutely adore everyone and have everyone adore you, because it makes you appreciate all the people you love (and that love you) even more.

I’m not saying that you need to specifically chose some people to not like, and I am definitely not saying that you need to go out and make enemies, because these things will just fall into place. Just be polite and friendly to everyone you know, and the ones who are truly meant for you are connected by soul, and you will find them eventually.

Letting my shoulders sag 
I sink even deeper into the earth that is somehow still holding me up
Relentlessly making me live this life 

This life that has screwed nails into my already sunken wounds
This life that has thrown daggers into my heart over and over again
This life that ticks by so slowly
So slowly and painfully
With every second proposing a new disaster

The only thing there for me is death

Death comes wrapped up in a black, glass box
It gives you the choice to open it with welcoming arms 
Or it smashes open with a hammer
With each singular piece splintering your skin
Lingering each jab at the skin it gave you when you were born
Slowly murdering its own child

Deep rooted
Everlasting
Boisterous
Rebellious

Invincible

Death makes you famous
At least that’s what I’ve learned

Every time you finally make that life changing decision
Every time you break free of the ropes that bind you 
Every time you rip off the tape that muted you
Every time you come crawling towards death
Every time you plead for death to welcome you home

Somehow that’s when everyone notices you
That’s when people see the marks and the scares
The marks and scares that have become a part of your charisma
That’s when people finally care

Suddenly, you’re not just that shadow anymore
Suddenly, someone shines their flashlight on you
Blinding you with the lie that they actually care

But once they think they’ve got you off death row 
Once they think they’ve got you convinced you’re not worthless

They switch that flashlight off

And you’re alone again

Wanting death to finally come and save you at last
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The Journey Begins

Hello everyone,

As this is my first blog on this site, I’m not going to jump straight in as I want it to have an introduction/beginning.

Thank you WordPress for making this blog happen, even though it took multiple times to perfect. It is definitely not the most flamboyant blog around, but being free, I think they’ve done a pretty darn good job.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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