Author: Calista

- high schooler - poet - wanderer
Posted in Poetry

Questionable Physics Classes

Posted on by Calista 
Freshman year 
Period 3 Physics
With Mr. Sneeze
Quite questionable to say the least

We jumped from
Physics 
To health 
Then to social studies

Star wars
Video games
And social beliefs?!

Centripetal force?
Cocaine in hospitals?!
Half of us would have been dead in the medieval century?!

In this class
We were sports announcers
Roller coaster designers
And confused out of our minds!

We found physics 
In self defense
Sports
And stop lights?

But overall
It was fun 
With outrageous conversations

I guess it was questionable 
But worked all the same
Because I can still tell you
How to find the velocity of a flying airplane.

~hiddengirl75

P.S. Image is mine. A picture of my own 9th grade physics homework.

Posted in Poetry

Save Me

Posted on by Calista 
Save me from my own self destruction
A path I am stumbling down

Procrastination
Stress
Anxiety
Piles that touch the sky

Tearing myself down
No self confidence
Struggling to float

Drowning 
Grasping at air
Endless

Doom seems inevitable
My candle’s flame flickering out
One strong gust and it could disappear
I could disappear

So save me from myself 
The path of destruction 
I’ve set myself upon

School
A weight on my back
Life
A thing I am struggling to live

The bleakness that is my view
A window I stare out into
Empty, dark, endless

This is what the day brings
A harsh reality
A path to my doom

~hiddengirl75

P.S Not my image, found on Pinterest.

Posted in Poetry

Sweet Spinning

Posted on by Calista 
I don’t remember how old I was
But I knew at that moment 
I was in trouble

Were we running?
Horse playing?
Who knows…
But oh how much trouble we were in

We were told to sit 
So we sat
On the wooden benches
Quiet and impatient
Fidgeting under the hot sun

I was bored 
Utterly bored 
And full of rebellion

I’m not sure what got into me
But suddenly I was spinning
The world around me was a blur
And I was flying
Weightless, free, and full of reckless abandon

But freedom doesn’t last
And time froze
As I fell

Face first
Onto the asphalt
Scraping
Face, hands, and knees

Tears, bruises, and scolding followed
But just for a moment
I had tasted freedom
And it had been so sweet 

~hiddengirl75

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Beautiful Words

Posted on by Calista 
Beautiful words
From minds 
Similar 
Yet different

Beautiful
The only word
I can think to use
Though they are so much more

Simple yet complex
Childish yet wise
Charming yet haunting

Sharp contrasts 
Yet similar
And oh so
Beautiful 

Beauty I wish I could have
Eloquent and curled
Words tied with silk
And written in gold

Far beyond my reach
They taunt me 
Whispering in my ear
Brushing against my lips

Beauty that is not mine to hold
Anger, jealousy, sorrow
All for my own

Why must they torture me
Pulling, shoving, giggling
As I stand by helplessly watching

Beauty beyond my own 
Words so eloquent
I wish to whisper

To think so beautifully
To speak so eloquently
To share… 

A hope
A wish
A plea

My only thought,
Word, whisper… 
Please…

~hiddengirl75

Image by Anja🤗#helpinghands #solidarity#stays healthy🙏 from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Too Easily

Posted on by Calista 
Forgiving too easily
May be one of my many flaws
It does nothing 
But give another chance
For hurt to befall me

I pick up the pieces of my heart
Too quickly 
And smile
Too soon

Even I can see 
The danger of this
But that does me no good

I cried for the day
By tomorrow 
I’ll smile
Like nothing happened

I forgive too easily
But I don’t heal 
Fast enough

My emotions stumble
Struggling to keep up
But I can’t help it
‘Cause one of my many flaws
Is forgiving too easily

~hiddengirl75

Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

The Mistakes of Forgiving

Posted on by Calista 
I make mistakes 
One after another
Repeating some
Just to be sure

Does this make me at fault
For the hurt that follows? 
One after the other
Again and again

Humans must not like happiness 
Seeing as I make the same mistakes 
Give second chances 
And get hurt again

I made the mistake 
Of forgiving you again
With each time 
You cut deeper

No apologies given
No regret 
You don’t even know
That it hurts
So I forgive

You can’t defend yourself
From my silent accusations
So, how can I blame you?
You have no clue.
So I forgive

I forgive 
Quickly
Quietly
And with no reason

You didn’t apologize 
And still I forgave you
Does that mean it’s my fault I get hurt again and again? 
Did I hand you a second bullet? 
Just for you to shoot me once more? 

Maybe I’ll learn my lesson
When I’m broken and dying
Maybe I’ll learn to not forgive 
Quickly, quietly, or at all.

~hiddengirl75

Image by nile from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Hero

Posted on by Calista 
Sometimes I think there’s a hero inside of me
A part of me that wants to save them all
To protect my friends
And stop untimely fictional deaths
Then there’s the days where
I can’t even save myself

So I don’t think it’s possible 
‘Cause how can you save someone
From what’s already happened
How can you save someone 
That’s already doomed

Harsh words 
That were spat out in fury
Heard by the one who would hurt the most

A beautifully written scene
Read by many, whose hearts broke
Who stained the pages with their tears
And begged for the impossible

So it would seem that it’s not possible
To save everyone, oh dear
So, sorry to the hero inside of me
But there is no hero here

I couldn’t save my friends
Or the characters that aren’t real
But how could you expect me to
When on some days I can’t even feel. 

~hiddengirl75

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Bubbled

Posted on by Calista 
In my little bubble 
The world is rainbow colored
Safe, happy and peaceful
Simply ideal

Ever so often my bubble pops
And terror runs unreined
Human nature is terrifying 
And rather inhumane

They all claim to want peace
Yet arguments ensue
On the littlest of subjects
To human rights issues

Humans must have problems
Or Ares is a bit bored
It seems Hades will be welcoming
Many many more

I want to blow my bubble
And hide away once more
The world isn’t rainbow colored
And that is something
I really do not adore

It is not that simple though
As terror now reigns free 
It is in my bubble 
And terrifying me 

The world is in chaos
The prologue to a teenage novel
Dystopian, Sci-fi, or maybe History
Honestly it’s probably 
All bloody three

Who will face these problems
That humans have created
It almost seems as if 
They think logic is overrated

But maybe once things are solved
I won’t have to be in a bubble
To see a rainbow colored world

~hiddengirl75

Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Honestly

Posted on by Calista 
Honestly 
I can't believe 
How many times 
You've crossed my mind

I reached for my phone 
To text you 
And you alone
But then I stopped halfway

I want to say I miss you
But I won't 
Since who would that help anyway

It hurts to look back
At the things we once had
Like our 24/7 conversations 
From yesterday

You've disappeared 
And now all I can feel 
Is heartbreak and disarray

~hiddengirl75

P.S Image by ElisaRiva from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

A Passing Thought

Posted on by Calista 
How can it be? 
How is it that? 
How… has a person who meant so much…
Become just a passing thought?

You use to be the one
I waited for
Watched for texts from
And prayed would notice me.

Just days ago I figured
That you meant the world to me.
But now as I linger
The thought is not what I believed. 

I watched your texts come in. 
I saw what you had to say.
But now I'm not sure what I believe
As I read them and walk away. 

Hours pass
And thoughts drift by
You were once my main thought 
But now as the seconds fly by
You become a mere second thought
A breath that passes by.

Were my feelings wrong?
Did I misunderstand?
Or was I seeing through a pink stained glass with a clouded view?
It could be any of those
As it seems that I no longer can feel 
The butterflies
That used to swarm me
At every thought of you

I guess it’s all over 
And that this is goodbye
It was fun having you as my world
But now that I’ve let go…
My world has become my own.

~hiddengirl75

P.S. The featured image is not my photo, I found it on We Heart It.