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    ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–”๐–“:

    ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜–๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
    ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต.
    ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.
    ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ.

    ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ฒ๐–—๐–”๐–š๐–• ๐•ด๐–™๐–˜๐–Š๐–‘๐–‹:
    ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.
    ๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ด.

    ๐•ณ๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–” ๐•ต๐–”๐–Ž๐–“:
    ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.
    ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค.
    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.


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    • Azario posted to guest book of Writer's Group
      Public โ€ข May 27, 2026, 4:22 pm
      Greetings, I have joined the Writer's Group, I feel that my poetry will fit right in with this community. A brief summary that my poetics illuminate my struggles of my childhood growing up, the stresses of life weighing me down, my struggle with faith, and more.

      I hope these words can resonate with someone.
    • Donna12091 posted to guest book of Writer's Group
      Public โ€ข February 5, 2026, 8:09 am
      May I join? I'd like to exchange with experience.
      jellyfishh โ€ข 2026-02-13 16:07:51
      i literally cannot add your username to the group. i have no clue why
    • Disneyqueen posted to guest book of Writer's Group
      Public โ€ข February 3, 2026, 5:57 pm
      Hey I want to join. This is the beginning of my fantasy novel series that I am working on.
      Run! I repeat over and over again as if my feet could move any faster. I can’t even tell if it is me speaking. All I hear is jagged breaths, which at least distracts me. The softness of the grass dulls the pokes of the sticks and stones. At this point, the shreds left of my clothes are slowing me down. Should I just rip them off? It would buy me time right? Lord knows all I need is time. That was too easy. Oh wait. That was not a good idea El. I really do not think fairies and talking deer care about my powder pink lacy set, but at least I look good except the bruises… and the cuts. Oh no not the cuts. I ignored the pain for a full 60 seconds.

      I can’t even remember anything. I just remember running, and throwing the remainder of my clothes in the wind. I whip my head back and forth to see if I can even see what I am running from because I certainly do not know. The sweat that has accumulated in my eyes has created the worst blur. I have seen better driving in hurricane weather. I wonder if this is how people without their glasses see without their glasses. Focus Eloise. Why are you still looking back? Haven’t you seen enough movies to know that looking back slows you down?

      I then heard the faintest voice that it was almost an echo from my subconscious.

      “It is time to go, so GO.” I got preoccupied by thinking, is this the end? Am I dying? The little sparkles of light definitely didn’t help the “am I dying theory.” My mind put my body’s mobility to an abrupt halt. I could only inhale before a green light stung like electricity through my veins.




      “It is time to Go!” My dad’s voice pierces through my eardrums.
      Disneyqueen โ€ข 2026-02-03 20:29:00
      Angelonasher โ€ข 2026-02-03 20:25:43
      i left this group; jellyfishh is the admin now
      Disneyqueen โ€ข 2026-02-03 18:51:30
    • jellyfishh posted to guest book of Writer's Group
      Public โ€ข January 6, 2026, 7:53 pm
      yo Angelonasher i wanna join and also a lot of people under me want to as well
      jellyfishh โ€ข 2026-01-06 20:00:16
      becasue i want to join the gtroup please please please and also please invite the other folks
      Angelonasher โ€ข 2026-01-06 19:58:45
      why tho
    • mysticdrxgon posted to guest book of Writer's Group
      Public โ€ข November 15, 2025, 3:41 pm
      Can I join the group? Angelonasher

      I walked to the cliff’s edge and stared out at the landscape below. I closed my eyes and let my heart carry me to what it used to be. The crystal towers of the capital glittering across the three biggest islands perfectly accented by the sea of stars below. On the other islands small cottages with intricate wooden carving around the doors and windows. The wonderful notes of the bluejay’s song. Children laughing and playing.


      I remembered the feeling of magic coursing through my veins, the feeling of breathing it in. Most of all I remembered the feeling of flying through the sky. The air seemed to give you energy and lift you higher then, now it felt like it pulled you down. Like it pulled the magic from you to restore itself rather than giving you strength.

      Now the islands were fractured and broken. The trees were scorched and dying. The building, once towering pillars of crystals and beautiful cottages, were rubble and ash. The magic was gone along with most of the animals that once lived here. The air was still and quiet. My wonderful Wayver was gone.
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  • ๐•ฝ๐–š๐–‘๐–Š๐–˜:

    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด.

    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.

    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ(๐˜ด). ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ

    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. ๐˜—๐˜”๐˜Š ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.

    ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ / ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด, ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ.

    ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ / ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ-๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ.
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    • Writer's Group post by Azario
      Public โ€ข June 1, 2026, 8:21 am
      ๏ปฟAdrift

      I should be proud, to have set sail from this shroud.

      A year building this ship, casting off for this trip.

      Barnacles of nagging doubt, persuasion of gagging clout.

      But I did it, on my ship I've set sea.

      Future frontier of a successful spree.

      That's what I told my mind, in pursuit of a rewarding grind.

      But now I'm adrift.

      Dark waters twist like a rift.

      Black void.

      Wind in my sails - devoid.

      No momentum in this conundrum.

      No direction.

      Only me staring at the stars, why can't I become them?

      I pray to god, my ship is stuck in abyssal sod.

      My objective? Objection.

      I've lost connection.

      Didn't think I'd get this far.

      But now I'm adrift - afar.

      No path to take, what am I supposed to do for your sake?

      I want to believe in Proverbs 3:5-6

      Trust that there will be a fix.

      But doubt whispers in my ears betwixt:

      "Your ambitions mean nothing".

      "Aimless are the dreams you're clutching".

      "It will only lead to more crushing".

      Do I continue this traversal?

      Fighting waves with paddle and rehearsal.

      Dreams, Weighing down my ship it seems.

      Cracking at the seams.

      Do I believe Proverbs 4:25?

      Keep focus straight ahead.

      In hopes that there may be land ahead?

      Or drop these fabled anchors,

      Steer for realities daggers.

      Do you have dreams?

      A desire for more as it seems?

      Have you built your ship?

      Has it set sail without slip?

      Or are you also, adrift?
      Toosdaay โ€ข 2026-06-01 11:04:12
      ๐Ÿคฏโœจ
    • Writer's Group post by Azario
      Public โ€ข May 28, 2026, 8:03 pm
      I just wrote this one, I pass by it every day.

      Carcass

      ๏ปฟOn a long lonely road like so many others,


      There lies a dog carcass that no one bothers.


      It was fresh, the first time I passed.


      A quick glimpse revealed the body was smashed.


      Jaw agap, as the blood would escape.


      A horror visage, contorted and twisted.


      I wondered, why nobody would remove it.


      Just passing by, unaware as they fly by.


      But I'm a hypocrite, not removing it.


      Myself, I thought it could be dangerous.


      Trying to remove a corpse with racing cars? Dangerous.


      If I tried, this poem would be about how I died.


      As people brushed it or crushed it.


      Whether accidental or intentional.


      As each day passed, I drove past.


      The corpse more unrecognizable, the viscera unbelievable.


      Drivers that are able, including myself, continued their bubbled fable.


      I came to a realization, this poetry a revelation.


      There are people like this cadaver.


      Who probably feel like they don't matter.


      Being brushed and crushed.


      From the words and actions of anothers infractions.


      Whether by accident or intention.


      Yet we continue to drive by, so absorbed in our own delusion.


      Take heed to become more perceptive of your fellow brothers and sisters bleed.


      We should choose kindness over blindness.


      We need to help another, take care of eachother.


      Do you scoff at this poetry? Not my burden to carry.


      Not my problem, who cares about them?


      Then what do you do?


      When it's time for your due?


      And this carcass includes you...?
      TheSlateDragon โ€ข 2026-06-01 11:50:27
      aww that’s so sad
      Azario โ€ข 2026-06-01 08:19:39
      Real incident unfortunately.
      TheSlateDragon โ€ข 2026-05-29 12:20:50
      That poor animal (whether this poem was a real incident or not)
    • Writer's Group post by Azario
      Public โ€ข May 27, 2026, 4:26 pm
      Familiar Strangers

      They say blood is thicker than water,

      But I've nothing left to bleed, from this sibling creed.

      You three and me, we endured a difficult spree.

      All our life we dealt with strife.

      Like the poem Broken Home, that's just the tip of the iceberg to our broken dome.

      Titanic, lost in the panic.

      Shipwreck.

      Castaways, I thought our brotherhood would never part ways.

      But I was wronged, tough times didn't produce an unbreakable bond.

      Like it's supposed to, Proverbs 17:17.

      After my service, I came back to familiar strangers. What a disservice.

      Like bumping into a regular at the markets, you chat briefly about your targets.

      But once the discussion is stale, you both part ways to where you hail.

      You look back, wondering how life would be, if you and them were still on track.

      But this is reality, life doesn't promise you totality.

      Only a fatality.

      It hurts to put this into literacy, because my brothers are alive.

      But this personal bureaucracy demands that they may as well be dead.

      Dead to me, but I can't accept this dread.

      If they were at least dead, then I would have closure in my head.

      I wonder, if I put lead to my head, then would my siblings finally break tread?

      I've reached out, in hopes that one of you would call out.

      Only my echo cried out.

      Familiar Strangers, where did we go wrong? Do I not belong?

      I long, for the past I had with three, fruit grew aplenty on my tree.

      Galatians.

      Now toss me into the fire, for I have ire.

      Just like when Cane bashed his brother, never tire.

      I've given up, empty is my family cup.

      Lord knows I tried, Psalm 133:1

      I'm left with no one.

      Hear what I say, if you have siblings astray.

      Reconcile, don't exile.

      They're all you got...

      When life demands it's time to trot...

      You don't know what you have...

      Until it is gone...
      Nemo_XLII โ€ข 2026-05-27 16:35:41
      Keep in mind, my friends: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
    • Writer's Group post by yuunbae
      Public โ€ข May 27, 2026, 1:13 pm
      ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿ’•.


      Once a baby girl, still unsteady on her feet,
      Now a big girl talking fast to everyone she’d meet.
      She laughed and ran and played out in the sun,
      Never thinking happy moments someday would be done.

      Her friends grew older, moved away one by one,
      But she kept smiling like her world was still bright and fun.
      With borrowed confidence and hope held in her chest,
      She didn’t know some goodbyes never let you rest.

      Once a big kid with a heart full of light,
      Now at the age where everything stopped feeling right.
      Unlimited internet and a lonely mind,
      She searched through glowing screens for people she could find.

      Chronically online though she was barely twelve,
      Falling deeper into worlds she couldn’t leave herself.
      Then came thirteen — the year her spark grew dim,
      And she let the darkness take what light lived within.

      Once a bitter tween, too loud and hard to tame,
      Now a teenage girl ashamed of her own name.
      She noticed tired circles forming underneath her eyes,
      And learned to measure beauty through strangers’ endless lies.

      She studied makeup, fixed her hair a hundred different ways,
      Spent hours picking outfits for just ordinary days.
      And every night she wondered if she’d ever be enough,
      While boys spoke sweetly only wanting something rough.

      But she was young and aching just to feel adored,
      So she handed out her heart to anyone who swore.
      Then every empty promise left another little scar,
      Until she barely recognized the person that she was.

      Once a used teen, exhausted, numb, and worn,
      Now forcing smiles she can hardly hold anymore.
      She skipped school too often years and years before,
      And now she fears she’ll never catch up anymore.

      Once a baby girl with a heart so full of hope,
      Now a broken soul still learning how to cope.
      Midnavi โ€ข 2026-05-27 13:21:43
      THANKS now I am OFFICIALLY deeeeeeeeee-per-ESSED yes sir-E *Nervously laughs*
    • Writer's Group post by jellyfishh
      Public โ€ข May 15, 2026, 4:51 pm
      you can now join as a wallpost member without having to request it
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