Posted in Fun Friday, Talking Story

Fun Friday: Two Podcasts I Love!

Heyo peeps!! Is it odd to see me posting three times in a week? It was kind of weird for me but let’s both get used to it because I hope to establish this as my weekly posting schedule. One of my goals for this year is to post more and that’s what I intend to do! So without further ado let me introduce you guys to Fun Friday, my Friday post theme.

Along with Music Monday and my Wednesday poetry posts, I hope to keep up Fun Friday. When I was in middle school, my advisory (homeroom) held Fun Fridays where we would play games or do something fun. Rather than playing games I have decided to dedicate Fridays to posts that are more personal to me (like my poems aren’t already pieces of my heart and brain lol). These posts will range from things I love, my fears, or just fun discussions.


Today, for my first Fun Friday post I decided to begin with something light and easy, podcasts! I’ve recently gotten really into podcasts. I used to think that I wouldn’t have the attention span to pay attention to a 30 minute podcast with no visuals but I’ve found that they are great to listen to while getting ready in the morning or while doing chores.

Two podcasts that I’ve found myself listening to often are “SciShow Tangents” and “I Love It!” I haven’t caught up to the most recent episodes yet but they are both really interesting!


SciShow Tangents

“SciShow Tangents” is a fun way to learn intriguing science facts and is hosted by Hank Green, Ceri Riley, Stefan Chin, and Sam Schultz. They amaze and educate through a series of different friendly competitions based around a theme. There’s quick talking, tangents, and tons of odd facts.

I have to admit I at first only looked at it because Hank Green was one of the hosts but I quickly became intrigued by the odd themes and facts. I now hope to be able to spout out random facts and get some confused looks. Heh, don’t mind me just trying to start conversations. 😅 😂

Can be found @


I Love It!

“I Love It!” is hosted by Matthew Gaydos and it invites people to talk about the things they love. The topics range from the Scripps National Spelling Bee (that’s the first episode) to Star Wars.

I really love this podcast because I enjoy listening to people talk about what they love. It really inspires me; many of the interests I have is because someone expressed such a strong passion for it that it hooked my attention too. I haven’t pursued very many of the interests for prolonged periods of time but it’s always interesting to hear about the different subjects that people can talk about for hours.

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While both can be found on different websites, I listen to them on Spotify. If you end up looking into on of them or both, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. >~<

Until we meet again…comment below what your favorite podcast is and enjoy some time catching up or re-listening to it.

~hiddengirl75 ❤


A Piece of Wisdom

Image is from Pixabay, the quote, and the editing done to put the quote over it is not.
Posted in Poetry


I don’t know what to say
But when I see a sky I think of you
It’s breathtaking and colorful
Everything I’d like to share 
Photos don’t capture its essence
The colors are muted, almost dead
So I don’t show you
I could explain!
But words couldn’t do it justice, so I don’t. 
Is it enough to know it made me think of you?
But it’s so easy to overthink and that message is never sent.
It was orange and pink, red too… maybe some purple
The sun was setting and the sky glowed… but you’ll never know. 

I saw the sky again, blue. 
Breathtaking and beautiful 
The phone didn’t get it right, again. 
I thought of you
When I saw the deep blues and turquoise. 
Why? I don’t know
But skies make me think of you

I suppose it’s more than just skies
Everything makes me think of you
When I’m excited one of my first thoughts is to tell you
Or if I have a song stuck in my head
Or if I had a bad day
That meme reminded me of you too
Gosh you’re everywhere 
And I don’t think it’s that way for you

It hurts but,
Whatever this is it’s probably one-sided, right?
I don’t know how you are around others but I’m probably not special
And I highly doubt anything makes you think of me

But it’s so easy to dream, so I do
Because skies make me think of you 


P.S. The photo is mine.

Posted in Poetry

Sweet Spinning

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
Face, hands, and knees

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


Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

Beautiful Words

Beautiful words
From minds 
Yet different

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

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… 


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

Posted in Poetry

Too Easily

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


Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

The Mistakes of Forgiving

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 
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.


Image by nile from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry


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. 


Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry


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


Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry


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


P.S Image by ElisaRiva from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

A Passing Thought

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.


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