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...