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lisagrace Aug 6
Twenty three years of age
She works, and she plays
Oh, she plays!
Controller in hand
The Sims is the plan -
A boring play-style, really,
Fulfilling her what if's
Of marital bliss

                                  What a twist

Cascades of pixelated children
"I think I'll name her.....
Quellcrist!"
The next piece in the Retrospective poem series.
Kalliope Aug 5
He was somber for most of his life
Until one day, he simply said no-
He wanted to explore, to be as he is,
Not swallowing storms just to cope.

So he'll make the changes, and drive all the miles,
Blue eyes lighting up in the sun-
Feeling lighter with every breath,
His traveling soul on the run.

He’ll gather stories of a life well-lived,
Dark days fading into the past-
A history he once held way too tightly,
Now softened by joy at last.

Maybe he’ll sing after drinks at the bar,
Or trade tales with unguarded delight.
And though it’s all so wonderfully new-
You can tell by his face: It’s just right.
There's not a playbook on how life should be
Let go and follow your truth, life is better lived free
we were friends once,
until you shut me out,
angry that your lover —
the married one —
tried to take me
when he wasn’t allowed.

the blame poured on me.

but i begged you back,
forgiving him, and you.
call me naïve,
but i forgave myself, too —
though there wasn’t much to.

i still thank heaven
you left me sore and reeling
before my wedding.

i’d have hated for you
to show up, smiling,
immortalised in photos,
as a maid of pretending.
this one is about the friend who chose blame over loyalty, and the relief of their absence.
August 5, 2025
Juliana Aug 4
If its bad in the face
Its even worse in the back

Behind closed doors
Behind the dont tell anyone’s
Behind the what is said here stays here

Hate spreads like wildfire
Trickling to the outer most parts of a soul

And you think its okay
Cause how would she ever know
But I know

What happens in the face isn’t all that different
What happens in the back is starting to blend
The wall has to fall eventually

I will forever look back in regret
Of calling you someone
I could trust
Shambhavi Aug 3
Once, my wrists wore a rainbow of bands,
Now, bare hands hold invisible strands.
Once, wishes poured like summer rain,
Now, a quiet “every day is friendship day” remains.
Once, chocolates passed from hand to hand,
Now, just two, who truly understand.
Once, hearts bloomed for a crowd at school,
Now, only for two… life’s truest jewels.
..and the only true friends I got are my parents and my krishna🕉
Better to have no one than having toxic ones.
i had to touch you.
no reason —
just the pull of knowing
twenty-six days
is all we have left.

i plan
to press my memory
into your skin
every day,
so you can carry
the echo of us
through the ache
of my touch,
even after you vanish
and leave me behind
with no one
to guard my heart.
this one is about someone who was always meant to leave, and how the days grew heavier as we became friends.
August 3, 2025
Friends encourage us; they make us smile.
With us, they walk an extra mile.
Comforter in times of trouble
Supporters when our tires wobble
They gel so well in their own style.

Though busy, they come for a while.
Their presence makes our minds stable.
With them, it's more fun at the table.
Friends encourage

The bond is never so fragile.
Remains firm; no one can defile
They care without any grumble 
Simple hearts, they remain humble.
Sharing from my memory file
Friends encourage
Wrote this in Sep 2019, Re posted
My shallow perspective on life
Is my strong belief in karma.
My shallow perception of us
Is that we're fair to each other.

If I care about you,
You will care about me.
If I give you,
You will give me.
Like you can't do
What you want to.
Like you can not spit in my face
When I put a  kiss on your face.

I will not try to foresee tomorrow
'Cause I have the delusion of control.
I will surely wake up from this deep sleep
'Cause you'll definitely make me lose sleep.
One day I woke up from a nap with something I thought about writing. This was like a vision that showed me that someone in my life was going to betray me severely. My thoughts were so detailed like I had already seen it happen. But, I did not write that, because I thought that bringing thoughts about bad ends to life like that was bringing myself bad luck. Now I know that there was a part of me that knew what was going to happen. What if I had listened to that part of me.
Hey girlfriend,
I may not say it often...

when all seem wicked
and when my weekend
was more of a weak end

Girlfriend,
Your words toughen....

my focus & dexterity
Getting the sincerity
my ex won't share with clarity.

Girlfriend,
Your voice softens...

The fear of if it's a dead end?
If this is for my girly girlfriend.
Or my future girlfriend?
Dear Female friend,
OR,
Dear Future girlfriend,
Sophia Aug 1
I'm always worried people hate me
That they see my name in the notification and sigh
That they dread seeing me but feel guilty not to
That they say my name with spite and anger
when telling others about me

I see people and my eyes light up
I think there's do too
They have a bright smile stretched over their face
which I don't even know if it's true
or a false facade to hide their rage
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