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

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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! 

A Love Story

Once upon a time, that’s how the story starts
The tale of the Girl and Boy and their broken hearts
The Boy loved the Girl that was supposed to be his bride
He loved her so much that he pushed his family to the side
The Girl loved the boy, soon to be her groom
This would be a happy story, you might assume
The Boy loved her so much that he gave up his kingdom
The Girl loved him that she gave away her freedom
They loved each other and would sacrifice everything
He wanted her to be the Queen and him, her King
He loved her too much that he swore she is the one
That was how the story went until she disappeared, Gone!
He looked for her, searching for the Girl he was to marry
But he never did, the sun shone and the night sky starry
So he had to marry another girl, someone he did not love
He hoped to join his Queen when they meet in the clouds above
Little did he know, she was still alive, sane not crazy
His ex-bride wandered around with their small unborn baby
She went away to tell her family and then came
To see her beloved Boy with pride and joy, no shame
Some say it was bad timing and some say maybe it was bad luck
It was the wedding night, rain started to pour and lightning struck
The Girl sat in the church, not knowing the wedding was Boy’s and another
At the front of the altar, there stood his mother, father and brother
There she saw her Boy too, he looked handsome yet pale and grim
Then she turned and saw a girl in her dress, walk towards him
She was confused, she did not understand at first
As the ceremony took place, it became much worse
The vows were said and the rings on their finger
Represented how she is now just another stranger
That night Boy and Girl both cried
Their supposed love now has died
Girl found no use in living if their unborn baby has no father
Boy realised that Girl is the one for him, there can be no other
Girl took the knife and Boy took the poison
All three died but for a good reason
But all stories should come with a happy ending
So it shall, no strings, no pretending
Boy, Girl and their baby, stood together all happy and even
The Boy was right, they would finally meet again in heaven.