Write about the room you returned to.
21 responses
The Attic:
Where unwanted things go.
Unloved people are shelved
like books,
antiques,
cursed mirrors.
An attic
where there's always sure to be a fight
whether anxiety born
or memory made.
You will be fought.
But fear not.
All is not lost.
The window to my world is green.
The sky hums with life.
Clarity sorts itself out.
I cannot take this space anymore.
A prison for your horrors.
A museum of old ghosts.
I leave them
to their dust.
I climb down the stairs
into the light.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
The room I have returned to
Is the same one it has always been.
Sure, it has secrets and flaws.
Maybe some things about it don’t make sense.
Maybe they were never meant to.
And yet, I do so love this room.
This empty shell I have again filled.
Happy anniversary.
I miss you.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
not the same
as i remembered
it tastes like pain
faded pine
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
smaller
less blue
no posters
moonlit thrush
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
Most times I tidy the space, before I go, sometimes I forget
However messy I leave, the room I come back to is always inviting
The room never loses its energy, I do sometimes
I loved the space, when I left, it loved me back, always has
Holds me, regardless, holds no grudge
drifting otter
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:39 AM UTC
It had only been a second;
I stepped out for fresh air.
Flowered walls yellowed
kittens shaded grey.
It had only been a moment,
still life paints an unseemly scene—
pictures face down and pillows torn at the seams.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Room Inside
I have always had
a room inside me,
one reserved
for only me.
Not me the daughter,
the sister,
the wife,
the mother,
just a place
of memories
woven from metaphors.
Funny,
I only discovered
it was there
when I met you.
Now I find myself
returning often,
not to escape reality
but to revisit
the feeling of you.
heavy lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
i went back to that room
i always keep going back to it
to that house, that home.
she's still there
they both are
alive
and well
and no oxygen machines
and no hesitation to sugars and salts
just yatzee
and sorry!
and pancakes
and sunny d
and late nights laughing
and early mornings giggling and yawning
and love in every bit of the house
and paint covered aprons
and messes that are laughed over
and stories about family
and lullabies sung
and pillow forts made
and happiness
before the death.
restless marsh
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
I know these walls like the back of my hand. I saw them when you had your phone stand
-ing on the books you kept tucked in the nook
The times we laughed the conversations had, all happened over the phone.
is it too late my baby?
may I still come home?
late birch
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
A room is a habitat.
A comfortable, familiar habitat,
or one that alienates.
We must create rooms that feel right.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
So obscure yet enclose me tight the walls white
So dark there’s no light no kindness in sight
So I sleep in the arms of bravest the knight
My own is the sorrow, the fright and the fight
Drowned in dark caffeine
So poisoned the mind
Inhale deep I breathe
To die my own kind
So lightless is the room where died I have might…
distant orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
It was sunny downstairs
Laughter spilled out from my brother's door
And I, an angry ghost, wondered what the pain had been for
The dogs were barking at air and life itself
And my mother sat quiet like the day had nothing else
To apologize for.
So, I did my chores
My homework and cleaning
So, I read some more
Dinner then hygiene
The moon bypassed the door
Begged forgiveness, but regardless
Time wasnt stopped anymore
He got away with all of it.
rusted meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
the room we met
the office we studied in
the hall you asked me out
outside our first kiss
the room you held me close when i broke down
the room we danced in
the room we shared secrets
the trees we climbed
the roof we scaled
the mall you pulled me closer
the resturant you made me laugh
the rain we danced in
the room we cuddled
the sky we watched
the blanket we fell asleep on on the grass
the times we cried laughed spoke all night didnt speak at all just sat in each others presence
all nightmares
tiny shore
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
the mahogany door creaked open
whispers
chatting died down to a low hum
i performed the walk of shame
in front of my 'friends',
the very people i trusted the most,
the people i loved
who would never love me back
and watched as they finally made a plan
to replace me
with another.
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
Quiet
Private
Hidden
Secret
Wood floors
1930s vibe
The narrowest galley kitchen
1950s glassware for martinis I do not drink
Creamy gauze curtains I can't remember where I bought
A futon mattress flat on the floor
Two cats wandering named after characters in books
A JBL stereo, CD on repeat, over and over, hypnotic
Third floor walk-up, balcony escape
Twenty-five years old.
rusted badger
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
Within my mind I still see my bedroom
A child with many stuffed animals all over my bed
My record player singing the latest tunes
My window open to feel the breeze come through.
I still have my Bosco teddy bear since when I was young.
The last survivor of youth still held within my hands.
This room was my sacred place to hide within
when trouble bloomed
I still return within my mind when I feel hopelessly lost in this life.
hollow meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:52 AM UTC
You open the door
and the air recognises you
before anything else.
The chair remembers
the shape of your tiredness.
The window holds
the last view you trusted.
Dust has settled
where your certainty used to be,
soft as forgiveness.
Nothing has moved,
and yet everything has shifted.
You stand in the doorway,
half guest, half ghost,
letting the room
reacquaint itself
with the person
you’ve become.
slow ember
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
Cities blur into the same skyline
As I return to a room that only exists in my mind
As though returning would rewrite my past somehow,
Or change my present to a better future instead
Timelines that crash and burn into each other
This room maybe has seen it all? I wouldn't know
it remains as a memory, it remains as a space - fragmented, in ruins, and yet, mine.
heavy pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
a bit of tidying
a touch of paint
much dusting, vacuuming
and a good wipe down
lonely pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:26 AM UTC
A room of secrets of stories unknown.
Little happiness and joy that I own.
In this room, I have lived and grown.
About it I'll never complain and groan.
In the vast world, I may have flown.
But I'll remember this room where I found my tone
muted thistle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
Too many things left undone
and too many mostly forgotten
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
The Attic:
Where unwanted things go.
Unloved people are shelved
like books,
antiques,
cursed mirrors.
An attic
where there's always sure to be a fight
whether anxiety born
or memory made.
You will be fought.
But fear not.
All is not lost.
The window to my world is green.
The sky hums with life.
Clarity sorts itself out.
I cannot take this space anymore.
A prison for your horrors.
A museum of old ghosts.
I leave them
to their dust.
I climb down the stairs
into the light.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
not the same
as i remembered
it tastes like pain
faded pine
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
Most times I tidy the space, before I go, sometimes I forget
However messy I leave, the room I come back to is always inviting
The room never loses its energy, I do sometimes
I loved the space, when I left, it loved me back, always has
Holds me, regardless, holds no grudge
drifting otter
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:39 AM UTC
The Room Inside
I have always had
a room inside me,
one reserved
for only me.
Not me the daughter,
the sister,
the wife,
the mother,
just a place
of memories
woven from metaphors.
Funny,
I only discovered
it was there
when I met you.
Now I find myself
returning often,
not to escape reality
but to revisit
the feeling of you.
heavy lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
I know these walls like the back of my hand. I saw them when you had your phone stand
-ing on the books you kept tucked in the nook
The times we laughed the conversations had, all happened over the phone.
is it too late my baby?
may I still come home?
late birch
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
So obscure yet enclose me tight the walls white
So dark there’s no light no kindness in sight
So I sleep in the arms of bravest the knight
My own is the sorrow, the fright and the fight
Drowned in dark caffeine
So poisoned the mind
Inhale deep I breathe
To die my own kind
So lightless is the room where died I have might…
distant orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
the room we met
the office we studied in
the hall you asked me out
outside our first kiss
the room you held me close when i broke down
the room we danced in
the room we shared secrets
the trees we climbed
the roof we scaled
the mall you pulled me closer
the resturant you made me laugh
the rain we danced in
the room we cuddled
the sky we watched
the blanket we fell asleep on on the grass
the times we cried laughed spoke all night didnt speak at all just sat in each others presence
all nightmares
tiny shore
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
Quiet
Private
Hidden
Secret
Wood floors
1930s vibe
The narrowest galley kitchen
1950s glassware for martinis I do not drink
Creamy gauze curtains I can't remember where I bought
A futon mattress flat on the floor
Two cats wandering named after characters in books
A JBL stereo, CD on repeat, over and over, hypnotic
Third floor walk-up, balcony escape
Twenty-five years old.
rusted badger
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
You open the door
and the air recognises you
before anything else.
The chair remembers
the shape of your tiredness.
The window holds
the last view you trusted.
Dust has settled
where your certainty used to be,
soft as forgiveness.
Nothing has moved,
and yet everything has shifted.
You stand in the doorway,
half guest, half ghost,
letting the room
reacquaint itself
with the person
you’ve become.
slow ember
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
a bit of tidying
a touch of paint
much dusting, vacuuming
and a good wipe down
lonely pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:26 AM UTC
Too many things left undone
and too many mostly forgotten
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
The room I have returned to
Is the same one it has always been.
Sure, it has secrets and flaws.
Maybe some things about it don’t make sense.
Maybe they were never meant to.
And yet, I do so love this room.
This empty shell I have again filled.
Happy anniversary.
I miss you.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
smaller
less blue
no posters
moonlit thrush
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
It had only been a second;
I stepped out for fresh air.
Flowered walls yellowed
kittens shaded grey.
It had only been a moment,
still life paints an unseemly scene—
pictures face down and pillows torn at the seams.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:26 AM UTC
i went back to that room
i always keep going back to it
to that house, that home.
she's still there
they both are
alive
and well
and no oxygen machines
and no hesitation to sugars and salts
just yatzee
and sorry!
and pancakes
and sunny d
and late nights laughing
and early mornings giggling and yawning
and love in every bit of the house
and paint covered aprons
and messes that are laughed over
and stories about family
and lullabies sung
and pillow forts made
and happiness
before the death.
restless marsh
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
A room is a habitat.
A comfortable, familiar habitat,
or one that alienates.
We must create rooms that feel right.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
It was sunny downstairs
Laughter spilled out from my brother's door
And I, an angry ghost, wondered what the pain had been for
The dogs were barking at air and life itself
And my mother sat quiet like the day had nothing else
To apologize for.
So, I did my chores
My homework and cleaning
So, I read some more
Dinner then hygiene
The moon bypassed the door
Begged forgiveness, but regardless
Time wasnt stopped anymore
He got away with all of it.
rusted meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
the mahogany door creaked open
whispers
chatting died down to a low hum
i performed the walk of shame
in front of my 'friends',
the very people i trusted the most,
the people i loved
who would never love me back
and watched as they finally made a plan
to replace me
with another.
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
Within my mind I still see my bedroom
A child with many stuffed animals all over my bed
My record player singing the latest tunes
My window open to feel the breeze come through.
I still have my Bosco teddy bear since when I was young.
The last survivor of youth still held within my hands.
This room was my sacred place to hide within
when trouble bloomed
I still return within my mind when I feel hopelessly lost in this life.
hollow meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:52 AM UTC
Cities blur into the same skyline
As I return to a room that only exists in my mind
As though returning would rewrite my past somehow,
Or change my present to a better future instead
Timelines that crash and burn into each other
This room maybe has seen it all? I wouldn't know
it remains as a memory, it remains as a space - fragmented, in ruins, and yet, mine.
heavy pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
A room of secrets of stories unknown.
Little happiness and joy that I own.
In this room, I have lived and grown.
About it I'll never complain and groan.
In the vast world, I may have flown.
But I'll remember this room where I found my tone
muted thistle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
The Attic:
Where unwanted things go.
Unloved people are shelved
like books,
antiques,
cursed mirrors.
An attic
where there's always sure to be a fight
whether anxiety born
or memory made.
You will be fought.
But fear not.
All is not lost.
The window to my world is green.
The sky hums with life.
Clarity sorts itself out.
I cannot take this space anymore.
A prison for your horrors.
A museum of old ghosts.
I leave them
to their dust.
I climb down the stairs
into the light.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
smaller
less blue
no posters
moonlit thrush
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
The Room Inside
I have always had
a room inside me,
one reserved
for only me.
Not me the daughter,
the sister,
the wife,
the mother,
just a place
of memories
woven from metaphors.
Funny,
I only discovered
it was there
when I met you.
Now I find myself
returning often,
not to escape reality
but to revisit
the feeling of you.
heavy lark
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
A room is a habitat.
A comfortable, familiar habitat,
or one that alienates.
We must create rooms that feel right.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
the room we met
the office we studied in
the hall you asked me out
outside our first kiss
the room you held me close when i broke down
the room we danced in
the room we shared secrets
the trees we climbed
the roof we scaled
the mall you pulled me closer
the resturant you made me laugh
the rain we danced in
the room we cuddled
the sky we watched
the blanket we fell asleep on on the grass
the times we cried laughed spoke all night didnt speak at all just sat in each others presence
all nightmares
tiny shore
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
Within my mind I still see my bedroom
A child with many stuffed animals all over my bed
My record player singing the latest tunes
My window open to feel the breeze come through.
I still have my Bosco teddy bear since when I was young.
The last survivor of youth still held within my hands.
This room was my sacred place to hide within
when trouble bloomed
I still return within my mind when I feel hopelessly lost in this life.
hollow meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:52 AM UTC
a bit of tidying
a touch of paint
much dusting, vacuuming
and a good wipe down
lonely pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:26 AM UTC
The room I have returned to
Is the same one it has always been.
Sure, it has secrets and flaws.
Maybe some things about it don’t make sense.
Maybe they were never meant to.
And yet, I do so love this room.
This empty shell I have again filled.
Happy anniversary.
I miss you.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
Most times I tidy the space, before I go, sometimes I forget
However messy I leave, the room I come back to is always inviting
The room never loses its energy, I do sometimes
I loved the space, when I left, it loved me back, always has
Holds me, regardless, holds no grudge
drifting otter
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:39 AM UTC
i went back to that room
i always keep going back to it
to that house, that home.
she's still there
they both are
alive
and well
and no oxygen machines
and no hesitation to sugars and salts
just yatzee
and sorry!
and pancakes
and sunny d
and late nights laughing
and early mornings giggling and yawning
and love in every bit of the house
and paint covered aprons
and messes that are laughed over
and stories about family
and lullabies sung
and pillow forts made
and happiness
before the death.
restless marsh
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
So obscure yet enclose me tight the walls white
So dark there’s no light no kindness in sight
So I sleep in the arms of bravest the knight
My own is the sorrow, the fright and the fight
Drowned in dark caffeine
So poisoned the mind
Inhale deep I breathe
To die my own kind
So lightless is the room where died I have might…
distant orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
the mahogany door creaked open
whispers
chatting died down to a low hum
i performed the walk of shame
in front of my 'friends',
the very people i trusted the most,
the people i loved
who would never love me back
and watched as they finally made a plan
to replace me
with another.
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
You open the door
and the air recognises you
before anything else.
The chair remembers
the shape of your tiredness.
The window holds
the last view you trusted.
Dust has settled
where your certainty used to be,
soft as forgiveness.
Nothing has moved,
and yet everything has shifted.
You stand in the doorway,
half guest, half ghost,
letting the room
reacquaint itself
with the person
you’ve become.
slow ember
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
A room of secrets of stories unknown.
Little happiness and joy that I own.
In this room, I have lived and grown.
About it I'll never complain and groan.
In the vast world, I may have flown.
But I'll remember this room where I found my tone
muted thistle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
not the same
as i remembered
it tastes like pain
faded pine
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
It had only been a second;
I stepped out for fresh air.
Flowered walls yellowed
kittens shaded grey.
It had only been a moment,
still life paints an unseemly scene—
pictures face down and pillows torn at the seams.
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:26 AM UTC
I know these walls like the back of my hand. I saw them when you had your phone stand
-ing on the books you kept tucked in the nook
The times we laughed the conversations had, all happened over the phone.
is it too late my baby?
may I still come home?
late birch
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
It was sunny downstairs
Laughter spilled out from my brother's door
And I, an angry ghost, wondered what the pain had been for
The dogs were barking at air and life itself
And my mother sat quiet like the day had nothing else
To apologize for.
So, I did my chores
My homework and cleaning
So, I read some more
Dinner then hygiene
The moon bypassed the door
Begged forgiveness, but regardless
Time wasnt stopped anymore
He got away with all of it.
rusted meadow
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
Quiet
Private
Hidden
Secret
Wood floors
1930s vibe
The narrowest galley kitchen
1950s glassware for martinis I do not drink
Creamy gauze curtains I can't remember where I bought
A futon mattress flat on the floor
Two cats wandering named after characters in books
A JBL stereo, CD on repeat, over and over, hypnotic
Third floor walk-up, balcony escape
Twenty-five years old.
rusted badger
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
Cities blur into the same skyline
As I return to a room that only exists in my mind
As though returning would rewrite my past somehow,
Or change my present to a better future instead
Timelines that crash and burn into each other
This room maybe has seen it all? I wouldn't know
it remains as a memory, it remains as a space - fragmented, in ruins, and yet, mine.
heavy pond
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
Too many things left undone
and too many mostly forgotten
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC