Take Your Time: It’s your Story

We want answers in a pile of questions
We feel lost yet there are so many directions
So many paths we could take
So many rules we have to break
Cause we are taught about the structure
The way things are built but not how they fracture 
How we are born with a chosen identity 
Defined by our gender and ethnicity 
Told that we must study to be on top
But now all we want to do is stop
Stop for a moment, pause, press rewind 
So we can breathe and have a chance to find 
Answers of the What ifs, Maybes and what do I do? 
Maybe there is something, anything, a clue 
Cause we have dreams and we have hopes 
But no one can teaches us how to cope
When life stills, when our dreams shatters 
What to do when you don’t even what matters
They told us in school that this is how life is 
But it’s not, there must have been something they missed 
They said that life is set and we will do fine 
Will have a degree and someone you can call mine 
Have a ring on your finger and a baby in hand 
Have life figured out but those people don’t understand 
Thinking we will die happy in our graves
But what if that’s not what God paved
Cause you failed high school, it was so tough 
You studied so hard but it’s wasn’t enough 
Got called dumb, you’re so stupid unlike the rest 
They all shout: you should have tried your best 
Fallen in love too many times, started to lose count 
Your heart been broken and mended over again, emotions start to mount 
You thought you had it- it lasted 4 years 
You chose to end it you’re covered in tears 
Believed so long that you’ll find your soulmate 
But then your heart whispers: what is it’s too late? 
Landed your first job at 21 at the grocery store 
Was so happy cause it will open more doors 
Been there for 2 years and you barely have no money 
So much for that degree, what are you doing with your life honey?
Your friends are married some have kids 
Then here are you not even knowing what you did 
What did you achieve from being so dumb
Where did Love take you apart from being numb 
What did life give you cause you are just stuck 
Asking you questions like do you give a fuck
Of course you do that’s why you continue on
Cause one mistake doesn’t mean you’re wrong 
One failure doesn’t mean you can’t succeed 
Wanting to be loved has nothing to do with greed 
Working a small job is hard for now but in 2 more years you will find 
That waiting patiently is a quality of a heart that is still kind 
Kind enough to let people in and strong enough to let it be broken 
Because though hardship and failure you will soon be outspoken 
On things you didn’t even know then and experiences you’ll cherish today 
And you’ll understand that maybe this was God’s way 
Of telling you to go at your own pace 
Take the downfalls and just embrace 
The little things coming together right before your eyes 
Of the tiny successes that life has disguised 
Cause you are breathing, look you’re alive 
And sooner or later, you will walk out there and thrive 
Sometimes life has a funny way of planning out 
Your story is being written and only you know what’s it about 
Take a step, be thankful and just live cause it’s not a crime 
Your life is yours so just take your time. 

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Blog Series for 2018

I know I haven’t been as active as I would like and I apologise for that with all my heart. I try my best to write and schedule posts when I can but I know I have been failing slightly on that front. That is why I have decided to open a series for this year that talks about my past adventures and things I have already discovered but haven’t shared with anyone. This probably defeats the purpose of this whole blog but right now, I feel compelled to write about the little things I still remember (before adulting fully takes over).

This series (still deciding on the name) will start on the 25th of February which marks my one year anniversary of The Undiscovered Adventures. It will talk about past relationships, friendships, conflicts etc… that are part of my life and the reason I made this blog in the first place. I have always been a quiet person and an introvert but I pride myself on being creative and I love telling stories. I have always wanted to do big things but recently I have come to realise that in order to do big things, I need to remember the small things first. I want to tell you my story on this platform, on my blog. I want to re-live my life as a 21 year old looking back on her life so far. I think that personally I am at the stage of my life where I tend to feel stuck and start to wonder more and more if maybe this is all life has for me but I can feel that there are so many opportunities available for me and many more adventures to discover and I can’t wait to see what’s to come.

So, please come and join me in revisiting past untold stories and finding out how these now discovered stories defined me, a 21 years old aspiring blogger who is going to make big things happen! Watch this space.

Peace and Love ✌🏽❤️

Trisha xox

A Fairytale Story

The mirror may be cracked, it may be broken
The crown was dusty but my heart has spoken
You’re from the past, you are just a freaking ghost
A guy so far away, dreaming of being on the coast
You tend to disappear to the point of being gone
Yet you’ll come back whispering that you’re the one
The one who’ll set me free, the one who’ll be there
As I sit here in my tower, I can’t find you anywhere
You have flown on your high horse, been riding the seven seas
Forgotten the princess you said you’ll come back for with ease
Now you have returned with the gold and a dress
Looking for the princess you left in distress
Can’t find her anywhere, you shouldn’t have lied
She has changed her mind, her love for you has died
While you lived your life, she has moved on
Think she’ll change back for you, you’re wrong
She sits on her throne, head held high
You plead with her, your mistakes- you deny
You are on your knees and pretend to be a lover’s fool
But this princess is Queen now, you know that she rules
This house, this kingdom, this land, this throne and you
You shouldn’t have declared your love if it is wasn’t true
She silences the people and tells you to get up- NOW!
She takes a sword and demands you to show respect, BOW!
She looks you in the eyes and you see her stare is  ever so cold
Then pushes the sword in you, oh boy you have just been told!

Messy Situation

I need the toilet really bad
The pain is making me really mad
But my anger makes it slide more
Out of my backside or back door
I think I ate something funny
Not enough fibre but a lot of honey
I tried to hold it in but it couldn’t wait
My ass and the toilet had a very long date
I thought one date was enough but I guess I’m wrong
I don’t know if I can make it, the smell is still strong
I decided to go for a run, maybe it will go back in
Maybe I could just go do it in the community bin
I turned the corner and there stood my crush
Damn, why is he here when I really need to rush
He wanted to talk and I smiled a small smile
Please not now! I wish I could run another mile
But it was coming, my bottom just didn’t want to quit
FFFAAAARRRTTTT!! The mud volcano suddenly erupted, SHIT!

 

Death Will Win

A girl who decided to promise her life to Death
In twenty-four hours she’ll take her final breath
She needs someone to show her the light
To free her and hold her tight
She stares into the dark, swimming in red
If you don’t go now, she’ll soon be dead
She’s crying softly, here comes the rain
Death is knocking, she’s gonna go insane
Come to her and she might let you in
If you don’t, then Death will win!

*for World Suicide Awareness Day*

Freckles

I once had a fish named Freckles
He loved nothing more than doing heckles
Once the dog said: “Why are you so tiny?”
Freckles replied: “What’s it to you, Whiny?”
The cat once told him he is about to be eaten
Freckles stared him down, he wasn’t about to be beaten
He got out of the fish tank and clapped his fins
He walked towards Tommy the Cat and gave a devilish grin
We haven’t seen the cat in years but we found his third paw
Inside Freckles fish tank sitting there with his nails from his claw
Freckles was using them to clean his teeth and scratch his ass
The parrot stopped talking, Freckles must have given him some sass
One day, Freckles went all green and he got bigger and bigger
Then we saw the rat climb on his fish tank and pull the trigger
Of the plug, the water began to be drained until Freckles was on the floor
Soon, my dear Freckles was face to face with the slightly strained toilet door
My sister lifted it up and down went Freckles in the swirly, murky toilet water
Then she started screaming as the lid lifted up and something sharp caught her
There stood a scaly beast that reached the roof and its eyes looked at us two
I promise you, my reader, this story is one hundred percent, absolutely true!
So I have a now have a full grown CROCODILE named Freckles
He ate my sister but he is really good at heckles.

Ants Fable

A little tale about a tale about ants that my mother told me…

We woke up to an ant infestation. My little sister, Bea was panicking because the ants are trying to attack her by crawling on her arm. She was also annoyed and distressed that ants are invading her playhouse and she doesn’t understand where they are coming from. I told her its okay and we were just going to vacuum them up later because I still need to make breakfast. I left her there and soon she was screaming again because she wanted to go to the kitchen but her path was blocked by a dozen ants walking back and forth looking for stray crumbs or bits of fluff they are able to carry to their undiscovered home. I had to help her across so she can go to the kitchen but was, of course, met with the dilemma of crossing the same line to go back into the living room again. Anyways, I finished making breakfast and Bea was eager to report the ant infestation to my mum who had just come down the stairs. My mum told her that it’s okay and that once breakfast is finished we will sort it out.

*cue moral story about ants*

While we were having breakfast, my mum just randomly said that she felt sorry for the ants because they are being killed. She said that the ants are so cold in the winter that they hibernate under the soil just so they can survive and once summer comes around the soil will be too hot and just like people they want to enjoy the hot weather but instead people are trying to kill them by vacuuming them up or drowning them with wet wipes or water (which is really sad if you really think about it). This got me thinking about the little ants’ feelings and how we need to let them enjoy their summer holidays too (although they did eat the lemon cake and have been hanging around and on the dining room table for 2 weeks now).

So, the moral of the story is that ants shouldn’t be killed because they have lives and (families) too, so they deserve a little break… unless they start eating the food again then that is when I draw the line!