Tag: relatable

Posted in Poetry

The funny thing about memories.

Posted on by Calista 
The funny thing about memories. 
Is that it really isn’t funny.
They pop up and stick to you, 
like a thing that won’t go. 
You may shake your head and wish,
but they might never go. 
Your only hope is to forget,
but it isn’t all that easy.
I have a couple memories that sometimes I wish would go. 
An embarrassing moment 
or horrible thought 
that just won’t let go. 
I’m sure you’ve experienced this 
or seen it second hand. 
And let me tell you
That it just won’t do
When that sticky memory 
Sticks to you like glue

~ hiddengirl75

Posted in Poetry

High School Relationships

Posted on by Calista 
High school relationships 
Now that's something 
I'd never do

The drama
And clinging
Just makes me want to go,
EWW

Friends disappear
For days at a time
And come running back
When they've got a problem on their mind

The tears and break-ups 
That's a normal thing
But seriously in high school
Everyone seems to just want a fling

Now let me tell you 
Something I'd never do
Relationships in high school.

I had a lot of fun with this poem. Please don’t get offended if you are in a high school relationship. This is just how I view relationships at my school.

~ hiddengirl75

Posted in Poetry

Mumbo Jumbo

Posted on by Calista 
Mumbo Jumbo
That's my phrase
To describe 
What goes on 
Up in my brain
Too many thoughts 
And projects to name
Personal 
Or otherwise publically named
Take deep breaths
And write it out
But wait...
Hold up...
I forgot it all just now. 
What a mess. 
What to do?
Nothing ever comes out just right.
What about for you?
You see, 
When I start to multi-task
Lamas yodle 
And start to to ask
And look
There it goes
My mumbo jumbo mind
Trailing off again
And now I've forgotten
The next 5 lines
For now I'll try
To organize
My mumbo jumbo mind.

~ hiddengirl75

P.S. Isn’t my little messy brain dude, just so adorable. I drew him myself on the google drawings thingy in drive. I’m kind of proud of it. 😆

Posted in Poetry

Stressed

Posted on by Calista 
Why are you stressed?
They ask.

You shouldn't be.
They say.

So then you pretend.
Pretend you're not.
Not stressed.
There's no reason to be.

But why can't I?
Is it a reserved emotion?
Signed with:
Upper Classmen ONLY.

You're a freshman.
It's easy.
They say.

Or...

You're in all my classes
It's so easy.

Apparently it's so easy.
But then ... why am I stressed?
I have NO REASON to be.

My exams have ended yay!

~ hiddengirl75

P.S – I’m not entirely sure but I think this post is best viewed on computer, as the block I used doesn’t seem to work on mobile devices (phones, tablets.) So sorry, and thank you.