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!


Dew dripped daintily

Dew dripped daintily,

Upon the soaked ground,

Crickets chirped calmly,

Upon the ashy leaves,

The aftermath of the fire,

Brings the most peace.




A bit of a rushed poem to satisfy my needs before I head off to school :(. Hope you all have or had an excellent day!

Stop complaining about Gen Z

Why are people complaining ’bout our generation,

Of the generation that fights,

For freedom,

For love,

For life.


Why are people complaining ’bout our generation,

When they are allowing people with guns to shoot us down,

When they separate us from our own mothers,

When they vote for parties that will detrimentally affect us in the future.


Why are people complaining ’bout our generation,

Of the generation that begs,

For help,

For serenity,

For peace.


Why are people complaining ’bout our generation,

When we stand up for those who are different,

When we use our time to raise awareness,

When we give up our own lives for those in need.


Why are people complaining ’bout our generation,

Of the generation that weeps,

For those lost by the fault of their ancestors,

For those lost due to discrimination by those older than themselves,

For those that have to deal with all the bullshit that the world has to offer.



I’m so annoyed by all the crap that goes around about Gen Z. I had someone tell me today that my generation was full of lousy people and I was outraged. People don’t seem to realise that we are people too and that there is only a slight minority of people doing the wrong things. There are people out there that question our generation whilst we are standing up for those that are different to us, to those whose parents deny that there is anything wrong with them. If you think our generation is messed up, you need to take a closer look at yourself and see us for who we are. We are the generation that stands up! We stand up for those discriminated against. We stand up for those in pain. We stand up for anyone and everyone. In a generation where everything is changing constantly and stability is not an option, we have learned to cope. We are Gen Z!*


What are your thoughts about my generation and this poem? Comment down below and add to the ongoing debate! Lol







*Also I get that there are many people out there that have no problem with Gen Z

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.


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.

Hold on

Hold on,

Onto the love,

The friendship, 

The laughs,

Just a little longer,

Hold on,

Onto the experiences,

The memories,


Just a little longer,

Hold on,

Onto the pain,

The anger,

The frustration,

Just a little longer,

Hold on,

Onto everything,

The harmony,

The melody,

The music that is life,

It will get better soon 

i cant write

i try to write,

but i cant,

sentences dont work,

or flow,

my poems are,


the grammars a disappointment,

the topics are plain stupid,

i cant feel emotions,

im numb,

not upset,

cause how can you feel,

when youre drained of purpose,

of meaning,

what is existence,

but endless hell,

i need a way to escape my feelings,

but my writing,

it aint a help.


Hey guys. I might end up deleting this later; it is 2 am in the morning for me. I can’t sleep and I can’t write. I’ve been trying to post content on this blog as much as possible and have ended up being far from satisfied when my content is online. I know people will be like “it’s just writers block” but it feels a lot deeper than that. I physically am having trouble putting words down. This poem was sort of a test for myself and I think I failed. Though I did cringe about the grammar (apologies) I didn’t feel the poem flow or work at all. Even writing this is an effort. I think that I’ve bottled up my emotions for too long and they have given up trying to escape. I also think that having the blog is added pressure. I am so good at comparing myself to over people and it sucks! I’ve deleted the next sentence about four times already as I can’t find the words. Well, my ramble is over and I only feel and tiny bit better.

Let me know what country you are in and what time it is for you. Also feel free to talk to me in the comments as I ain’t going to sleep any time soon.

Love your unflowy writer,