friends are like flowers

friends are like flowers,

their beauty fades quickly,

replaced by something sinister.

 

hey guys,

not doing well with friendships atm. It feels like no-one really wants to spend their time with me. I spend more and more time on my phone and it sucks. Also, happy valentines day!

love you all,

your increasingly sad poet,

xx

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I once missed you

I missed you on the bus today,

Your wild nature,

Gone astray,

I missed you at the beach last night,

Your crazy boyfriend,

In a fight

I missed you at the park again,

Your snide remarks,

Give me no gain

I’ll miss you only once more,

Your outrageous personality,

No longer a chore.

 

Not really sure about this poem but it is helping me to get past a toxic friendship. Whoop! I love the backstabbing nature of some teens!

A letter to a girl who will never read it (Pt 2)

Please note that this post has now been updated and is fully edited.

12.8.18

Hey Skye,

Things are becoming steadily worse at home. Tensions are high and fights are often. I wish we were back at camp, where things were so much simpler. I have heaps of school work due in the upcoming weeks and I don’t know how to deal with it all. I need help but finding it from my parents just doesn’t work. At home, everyone is overreacting and on edge. I feel as if I’m trapped on an iceberg in the middle of the desert. I keep thinking back to Thursday night, when we watched movies and played games. We were all having so much fun and the campfire was awesome. I wish I was still there as it was definitely one of my most favourite nights.

I wish I could tell someone close to me about my blog, but I don’t think that they would understand. I think that I would be judged for it and that people wouldn’t approve or understand this blog. I’m struggling to write creatively and it hurts. I didn’t know that my escapism through writing would vanish so quickly, especially when I need it the most. It’s like all my creativity is blocked up and in a place no-one would ever dare to venture into.

My friend Holly is stressing me out. We used to be so close and now I fear that we may never be close friends again. I keep finding myself extremely irritable around her and have been confirmed by others that they are feeling the same way. I don’t know whether I’m just being unreasonable or if the issue is deeper than that. I want to be friends with her, how I used to be friends but it just doesn’t feel right anymore.

Writing all of this down is helping so much and with each sentence it feels if a slight weight has been lifted off my chest. However, I still have a very long way to go until I’m back to being my normal self again. I feel trapped and confined in my home. I’m not allowed out at certain parts of the day, can’t go anywhere by myself. I can’t even have my computer or phone in my room! All of these things anger me so much as the freedom I had previously experienced for one of the first times in my life is now gone. I really want to go for a run tomorrow but I doubt I’m going to be allowed.

Today I listened to some great music, which put me in a much better mood than before. I can’t believe that you though I wasn’t a music person! Music is literally a key part of my existence. It helps me escape my feelings. I feel like there is something so special about music. It provides different things for different people and for me it’s a way of escapism. I’m so tired from camp, so hopefully I’m just hallucinating about the conditions here and they will remarkably improve once I get enough sleep. Currently, I just feel like collapsing into bed and spending the rest of my life there.

See you around.

A letter to a girl who will never read it

Dear Skye,

I miss you already. I feel as if I have known you for many years and now that you’re gone, a piece of me is missing. I feel kind of bad for saying this, but I wish I was still at camp. Things aren’t super great at home and I feel lonely. My sister has barely talked to me and keeps getting upset over the smallest things. I have become a turtle, attempting and failing to hide into my shell. I feel super down and tired. You probably found me weird and awkward and I wish we could be closer than we currently are. This camp has brought our friendship together even though it wasn’t very long. I understand you completely. I wish I was back with the light-hearted attitude of camp. Here at home, I feel trapped and alone. There are so many things I want to say to you but I don’t think you would understand. The photograph I took of you shared so many unspoken feelings. I understand the abyss and darkness you are feeling and wish I was brave enough to speak up about it. I already miss our conversations and the social awkwardness that we experienced. I’m so clingy and I crave friendship. You worry me, some of our friends don’t seem that bothered when you hardly talk or eat but it freaks me out and I don’t know how to help. I’m so disappointed in myself. I’ve wasted so much time and I fear that I will continue to do so for a long period of time. Whilst being away on this camp I’ve experienced a freedom that I have never felt before. I want to go back to being relaxed, chill and not monitoring everything that I want and need to say. My family is like a cage and I feel trapped and confined in it. You and the camp provided a blissful release but now I’m back to normal.

I feel as though if you ever read this you would be creeped out by this. So in case of this ever happening, I’m sorry, this is a coping mechanism for myself. I’ve been writing to various people for a while but moved on. This just feels right.

See you around.

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To explain this; I’ve decided to create a new series where I write honestly to a friend of mine. For the purpose of this being anonymous, I have changed the names of everyone in this story. This series will be very raw and honest. I hope to continue it for a while and hope you guys will like it. Some quick background information that you might need –

  • I have just been away on a 7 day school camp
  • I’m becoming increasingly awkward and silent
  • I’m finding it harder and harder to express my feelings
  • This series is a way for me to write honestly and attempt to overcome writers block
  • Skye and I aren’t super close friends but I feel a connection that I don’t truly understand and need to explore
  • Skye has short brown hair with blonde highlights, bright blue eyes, is about an average height for a fifteen year old
  • This series will include a number of various mediums such as –
    • Poetry
    • Writing
    • Creative writing
    • Drawing
    • Etc

I hope you enjoy and please comment down below your thoughts for this series (and if you want it to continue). I hope I don’t regret this! :/

xx

 

 

 

image source – https://www.kikki-k.com/a5-linen-notebook-sweet-2019

 

What kind of world do we live in?

My friend has severe depression,

Apparently it’s attention seeking,

And will do no harm,

Tell that to the girl next door who is cutting at her arm,

 

My other friend drinks a lot,

Her father cheers her on,

She passes out,

Pulse faint and low,

No need to raise alarm,

A fading heartbeat and a single drink,

What could possibly go wrong?

 

Hey guys. This was a really hard poem to write but I felt I needed to get the words off my chest.

To those who think it is okay to believe that depression is attention seeking and underage drinking is fine you need to take a long hard look at yourself.

Feel free to comment down below with any constructive comments or questions? I love answering them! ❤️🧡

Until next time,

Xx

 

Fine. Don’t be there for me

Hi guys, I found this really interesting poetry prompt that I decided to undertake. I really enjoyed it. Feel free to write a poem based off this prompt. I would love to see what you guys come up with and will link your blog in this post. ALSO! THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOOOOO (x 1 million o’s) MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS (actually, more now, cough, cough)!!!!!! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU ALL! Be prepared for a more in-depth post when I stop quite literally drowning in assignments. OXOXOXOXO

ON WITH THE POEM AND THE PROMPT –

Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

To Layla*

Hi again, it’s me,

I’m lonely and tired,

I need some company,

Oh, you’re busy,

Ok that’s totally fine with me . . .

 

*Name changed for privacy reasons. Though I doubt she’ll ever see this 🙂

LOVE YOU ALL (not in a creepy way 🙂 )

BAI!

Edit –

kmlifeincolourwordpress created her own poem to this prompt. You can check out here awesome poem here – 

https://kmlifeincolour.wordpress.com/2018/05/03/the-high-school-dream-not/

Dreamydamselblog also created her own awesome poem which you can check out below!

https://dreamydamselblog.wordpress.com

If more people post poems from this prompt I may create a new post with everyone’s links and poems in it!