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
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...
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!
- Macaroons
- They are actually one of my favourite foods, you know, since they are friking delicious and divine
- They are expensive, and so I can only enjoy them every once in a while, which makes them even more special
- Lasagna
- Even though my favourite is homemade, the store bought makes you appreciate the other one even better
- It is the perfect balance between meat and pastry (sorry to all the vegetarians out there) and you can’t even taste the cheese
- Braces
- Despite most people claiming that they would never want braces again, I think I personally look better with them then without them
- 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
- Pointe shoes
- 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
- It makes me feel like I am somewhat of a good dancer…
- Minecraft
- 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
- The baby sheep’s and panda’s are absolutely, adorably cute!
- Elton John
- 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
- Throne of Glass (book series)
- 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
- 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… 😈
- Socks
- 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
- They keep your feet warm
- Walking
- Walking is a great pastime because it fulfills your daily exercise needs, and is sometimes the best way to clear your head
- 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
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
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:
- Cheese
- It absolutely, wholesomely stinks
- It looks similar to butter which is also gross (don’t hate me)
- It can lead to digestive problems such as gas and bloating
- It is gross in general
- Butter
- It makes your hands slippery and buttery
- It tastes like blah (excuse my word choice!)
- Honey
- It is way too sticky
- (But it does taste really good, so this isn’t really a reason why I hate it)
- It puts you at a higher risk of obesity, heart disease, and other sugar related illnesses
- Mess
- It activates my OCD, therefore my stress levels go through the roof
- 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 🤢🤮
- Bullying – (This doesn’t really need a reason, but I will give some anyway)
- 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)
- Bullying causes mental health to decompose, and can lead to many assortments of mental illnesses
- It is just terrible in general
- Arachnids – (Sorry about this my little spiders and ticks, but you really freak me out)
- Some are very dangerous
- 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!)
- Spiders are everywhere – according to deBugged, you are apparently never more then 3.048 meters (10 feet) away from one *chills*
- Tourism (I know our economic world depends on it, but sometimes it’s really annoying)
- It can have unexpected or unforeseeable events such as terrorism and political upheaval (click here for more info)
- 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 😬
- Showers
- I hate to have to have one, but when I get in, I never want to leave
- 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
- Shoe racks
- 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
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
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