I would like to go back
To when things didn't matter
When exactly was that?
I can't seen to remember
Laughter and make believe magic
When was that real?
I remember the time vaguely
Why can't I feel?
I wish to return
And never come back
Because simplicity and smiles
Are a thing of the past
When magic was real
And laughter rang free
That's where I'd like to return to
Please
A simple request
Yet impossible to confess
As responsibility is present tense
~ hiddengirl75
P.S. The featured image is not my photo, I found it on Pinterest.
You once called me beautiful
A flower
Your rose
Our love blossomed
And together we danced
But slowly
It...we died
Like flower petals with no wind
We fell
Slowly
And yet we still hit the ground
To you in our death
My petals wilted
And your rose
Turned into a wrinkled piece of what used to be beautiful
~ hiddengirl75
P.S. The featured image is not my photo, I found it on Tumblr.
Staring at my phone
In isolation
Waiting for something...anything...
A ring
A ping
Any sound at all
The screen remains blank
The room remains silent
Nothing...silence...blank
Alone
In isolation
No company at all
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
Remembering something I want to never forget
May it be secrets or smiles
My wish is to never forget them
I am holding onto something
That I never intend to let go of
The secrets, the smiles, the never ending story
I hold them to me
These are the things I don't ever want to let go of
These are the memories I shall never forget
They shall remain until the end of time
~ hiddengirl75
P.S The featured image is not my image, found on Google.
I can’t believe that it has already been a year…so much has changed. The world that everyone is in and my own bubble world have changed quite a bit. We are currently in a pandemic, the current school year has been transferred online and who knows when life will go back to normal.
What else has happened for me within this year of wandering?
Well, I am now a high schooler. When I first started this blog I was in middle school, how I wish to be back there. My first year of high school hasn’t been the smoothest, but I suppose most people feel this way about high school. All I can hope is that it will get better and yet I am definitely aware that it might not.
I am writing more poetry now on my blog rather then just blurbs of thoughts that are on my mind. Rather there are now poems that come from my thoughts.
Future hopes…
What will come next in this new year of wandering?
I hope to keep up writing poems but I feel that I have hit a writer’s block.
I plan to find a name for my egg person.
I will have more adventures that I will be able to share.
Hopefully life as we know it will return to normal soon. I know that it probably won’t but it never hurts to hope. We all need a little hope, don’t we? Life is hard but I sure hope that it will all result in something positive.
Hey guys, for some reason or another I always seem to find myself writing blogs in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s because I find peace within the silence and calm music or maybe it’s because I save my feelings until a time where no one is around to see them. Whatever it may be, tonight I felt like blogging.
In the midst of what is happening, I have gotten bored being stuck inside. I am sure that many people can agree with me, but has their boredom led to a need to make a soufflé pancake? Probably not. Being confined inside has resulted in the development of a craving for soufflé pancakes and the need to be able to prove that I can make it. The desire is simply overwhelming. They look so fluffy and sound absolutely delicious… just look at them…
Not my image or my pancakes 😭
Unfortunately I have yet to successfully make a soufflé pancake but I feel extremely close. I have attempted to create the fluffy masterpieces twice, and I have failed both times. Yesterday, I screwed up mixing in my egg whites and today, my egg whites just did not want to peak. These things are all probably my fault but, “Oh well” 🤷🏽♀️. My failures just make me so much more eager to try again. I am certain that I will succeed on my third attempt, like they say “Third times the charm.” Let’s hope whoever said that is right 😊.
On a more successful note, I made my very first cream puffs and they are simply delectable. I was so happy that they turned out delicious, and my little brother loves them. What made it even more exciting is that I made it from scratch all by myself. I love the satisfaction of having made the food myself and having people enjoy it. Of course, I had to follow a couple recipes but it still counts. Not everyone can be baking geniuses and create their own recipes. This does make me think about how I would love to try my hand at creating my own recipe, as it sounds like a lot of fun.
The making of the cream puffs was actually a two day process. The first day I made the pastry cream and on the second day I made the cream puff shells. I can confirm that it was totally worth it! Look at how amazing they turned out!
Wow
I don’t want to toot my own horn, but *toot toot*, like dang my photo and first attempt cream puffs look amazing. I am seriously proud of both my baking and photography skills. The lighting, arrangement, it’s just so beautiful *pretends to wipe tears from eyes*.
Now that I have gushed over my latest craving and baking success, let’s talk a little about what is happening now around us. I realise that I may have skipped over it like it was nothing in the beginning but honestly it is a really big deal.
I am seriously uneducated on what is happening with the progress of moving forward if it has nothing to do with school, so bear with me. Since I have nothing much to offer in news about COVID-19, which I shouldn’t have to educate you on since knowledge is a simple click away, I can encourage you to stay safe and healthy. Make sure to wash your hands often and practice social distancing. Besides being completely safe, I can agree that it is boring being inside so instead of starring at an electronic screen take this time and learn something new or check something off of your long to do list or bucket list. Honestly I should take my own advice, because I have watched one too many youtube videos during this time.
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.
Taking a breath
Getting ready to scream
The pain building up
And starting to scheme
The anger and frustration
Piling up inside
Fighting to find a way into the bright light
One small scrape or a cut
And then it’s all over
As the anger seeps out
And the shell of yourself starts to roar
It’s having to hide it all
That really hurts the most
Having to laugh and smile
While holding in the ghost
It really builds up
As your friends find no holes
In the shell of yourself
That holds no hosts
So get ready
Take that breathe
And scream
For all your frustrations need to let off some steam
And soon the time will come when you take the leap
Finding that your pain needs to be seen
Seeking out help
And finding great friends
That love and support you until the very end
Laughter
An easily used mask
A fake detail
Put in place
To hide the pain
That resides inside
Laughter
Easily broken
By thoughts
So harsh
A bitter taste and tears forced forward
Laughter
A bubble of acid
Climbing up my throat
Burning my insides
Coating it with it’s harsh lies
Laughter
Clogging my throat with it’s burning acid
Choking me
Coughing from the sickness that is the laughter
Laughter
How I wish it was carefree
Young carefree laughter that doesn’t burn
The kind of laughs that are infectious
Laughter that fills rooms and warms hearts
Not the laughter that causes me to choke and scream
Wandering with me 