For this game
We don’t need a Nintendo
We don’t need a Wii
Not even a switch

The rules are simple:
Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask
He can do this himself or let it fall off in time

Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else
She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye
She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks

His grip is tighter than what she’s used to
He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it
He adores her as an object, not as a Princess

She cries, he comforts her
But eventually her tears becomes his rage points
Each and every last one of them

Peachy is confused
He says he loves her
He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her

But she knows he means well
Even if she doesn’t always believe it
Even if she doesn’t always understand him

Bowser stops caring
Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy
But he fails

Miserably

And he takes it out on her
Peachy stopped wearing pink
Bowser didn’t like it

She stopped wearing makeup
He said she can never match it right
She even stopped wearing her gold crown
Bowser can’t stand it on her
It reflects everything he’ll never be
It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi

Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s
Initially, at least
But Daisy inspired her

And Rosalina guided her to better
While Pauline reminded her who she was
Peachy is herself again!

Bowser loss his own game
He thought he was smarter than Peachy
But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths

She wore her crown with grace
With elegance and with confidence
Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day

What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle
Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy!

-Mia J
7/7/2025
© 2025 Mia J

There was a time
when those calls
were bothersome;
a time, when those talks
into the night
were like a disturbance.

Albeit, those times
were the best.
Filled with banters,
squibbles, and laughters.
Those times were the sweetest
of the times we spent.

But now, everything is all quiet,
like a still night
without the sound of crickets.
And now, I can't help but pine
for those times,
as I keep mulling in my head,
"I crave that disturbance".

Sometimes I don't wanna share
The same space with ya
Here we go again
With my chaos
With my cold affection
With my what you call
All the time
"This fake love"
It's classic
Always happens
Right?
Is supposed to happen..
To everyone
Did I ever even feel a connection
Did you?
Constant
Chameleon
To your changing tune
Switch up the trope
Wonder if you even knew me
'cause I been roughing it
And showing you my tummy
When I'm belly up
Come wanna show you underneath
But you would c
Keep it safe for me
Classic uncomfortability
Wanna unsee certain sides of you
I'm expected to accept
Sometimes I don't wanna
Talk it out
Because I forgot how to
And where to start
  I've been told every connection
Has it hardships
Is this separation average
Or am I emitting negativity
Causing our love to die?

you told me you didn't understand
my poems
you didn't get them

but you watched me go on stage
take a deep breath
and breathe life to them through a mic

you smiled and said you're there
for me
and me only

you forgot to take a picture
till the last minute
because your eyes were on me

when did you stop looking?

was it the moment I looked back?
was it the moment I held you?
was it the moment I started to love you?
or was it the moment I chose you.

I think
I can remember
when you stopped looking

because I felt it
and
now you're just another person I've written a poem about.

i obsess over you
you are the sun
in my eyes
I go blind
as you rise
what loathed sweetness,
you are fine silver
of the dagger
in my chest
gleaming whilst I stagger
what a joyous agony!

A Tuesday evening,
The tide is out, the stones are green,
Awkward hellos, bumping into walls.
You and me in black,
Walking slow, sipping, sighing.
Sit with me on a bench while I tell you
Why not.
Why we can’t keep keeping on,
Why we shouldn’t.
You’ll only half listen,
Hear the bits that make sense,
Drop the rest in the bin with your Fanta can.
Come back to me tomorrow,
Like nothing ever happened.
Believe you’ll be asleep in my bed by Thursday,
Repeat myself if you find that you’re not.
How do we break up when we were never together?
Does something that never started ever get to stop?

our canvases were born
from chaos at midnight.
colour spilling with the smoke
of cigarettes waiting
patiently in the tray.
we wove them in
with the brushstrokes
then let it breathe
so the magic would dry.

'darkness is coming',
dark blue across white
a bird slurping
rainwater from petals.
or something like that.
art is supposed to
make you feel something.
ours wasn't there to be nice.

one day,
it wasn't there at all.

i came home,
and found them gone —
shredded and torn.
the reminder,
that hands crafted them
that wouldn't caress you,
was unbearable.

i'm sorry.
that i shouted at you.
that i couldn't respect
you needed space,
a clear head
away from the clutter
that came with me.

i would have done the same.
we don’t get to choose
who we let in,
and who we love.
the only choice we have
is whether to erase it
slowly,
or all at once.

no matter what happens,
it's always her.

she's there through my
platonic breakups,
romantic breakups,
emotional breakdowns,
overwhelm,
and the nights i cry myself to sleep.

she's there
every
single
time.

that's why it's always her.


but you know..
things change.

people change.

so maybe it's not always her.
atleast not anymore,
not the way it once was.

she's not there anymore.

but honestly?
nor am i.
and im trying to move on
from her.

and i think im almost there.

you said you didn’t want to lose me.

you said you could “learn to love me again.”

but love shouldn’t need to be relearned,
should it?

i carried those words like a promise
years later i learned that you were already celebrating him.

i wonder how many times
i loved you
while you were already gone.