#poetselixir

[beasteaterr]

not love at first sight but curiosity at first glance. the need to know more, to learn everything. an inability to look away. they say attention is the beginning of devotion — you've always had all of mine.

halo

[dg-fragments]

Do not stir this pot we call the past, by looking into the rearview mirror, trying to find all those moments, of what could have beens, should have beens, lest you forget, what is there, for you, now.

- DG

[stormykatie]

october reeks

of silent whispers,

of hopeful stares,

of acute nostalgia

october tastes

of drunken kisses,

of bourbon whiskey,

of you,

of me,

of new beginnings

-katie

[nidhibhasin]

your touch, a breeze, quiet, yet so intense

your mahogany eyes, soft sighs, I crave a taste

I am drawn, you make love like the tides do

you rise, move, slide and dip, you are a wave

passionate but sorrowful, and I, I am your ocean

.

kisses urgent, desperate, a man straining for air

your face buried in my chest, your home, your hell,

heaven and grave, your hands worship

my every curve, tongue memorising the

taste of my every scar, hush, love, slow down

.

you hold my hand, like I am sand slipping

through your fingers, eyes pleading for salvation

lips parched for poison, for kisses, neck offered

in mindless reverence, sweetheart, I am not as

cruel as you think, not as godly as you believe

.

so breathe, breathe deeper, breathe slower

come here, come closer, closer, closer still

let’s dissolve into one another, mingle

like salt and water, you and I create a sea so infinite

we could put any ocean to shame

-Nidhi Bhasin

[scatteredthoughts2]

Wondering

I wonder if you still think of me;

Because I oft times think of you,

But your love for me was not meant to be,

Whilst my love for you was true.

I wonder if you ever call my name,

If something brings my name to mind,

You see, my love for you is still the same;

And of the most enduring kind.

I wonder if you dream of me,

Do you see me in the night,

Because in dreams I'll always be with thee,

Until the early morning light.

I wonder if you are moving on,

Because I'm stuck in the same place,

And though I know your love for me is gone,

Your lips I still can taste.

I wonder if we'll ever meet again,

If our paths will ever cross,

Because without you here, I am gone insane,

Without you here, I'm lost

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[ginadope]

rivers and poems

A spiral of duality - your warm side, it has Prepared for you a glass Of ache and gold

I am not much A single drop of softness I dare not greet you in dreams, I Hide my thoughts from myself

And I stand before you Barefoot in the sand A strange wound and a howl Born of beauty Their poetry simple - your fear I will carry away

[eefrostpoetry]

sing me a song while i sleep so that your voice may enter my dreams

[queenofmattelipsticks]

We are homesick for people

Who did not feel the same

[env0writes]

Spilled Inktober (Drawtober ) Vol. 2, 10.1.24 “Self Consuming Cycles”

Things come in cycles Physique isn’t unique As I laze and I graze Beneath the seasonal leaves Youth departs me, discarded as well Fall, after summer With full perennial bloom Freed from school halls and yards For brief respite I will admit I miss those sixty-sum days Knowledge used Leaves the rest abused, abandoned, neural nets Of thoughts, best off forgets Opportunities solicitations Are brief lovers First kiss visitations Come knocking Rocking my world with adumbrate pandorum Faith rekindled in scared Sorted and sifted Ignoring any doorstoop signage I was not ready then With little reason to believe A second coming, coming Of work, of love, of you Yet winds return The tides, the crops The spring to winter, temperature drops Skills that once elude, illume And onward so, life, resumes And propagate my garden-guarded mind The rising sun will always set Grief too, will forget A healing hand will break So others yet may mend The wheel spins on and on and on Do I approach or do I depart Around life goes As I die, I live yet still My stillness stirs Chance may come again, with effort made And so sad Sisyphus is not quite so alone Prometheus plucked and Helios’ racing sun Things must come in cycles Each day anew; our chance To gain what once was lost once more in past

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[maxinewisewrites]

my photos are grainy

no time to capture

a clear shot

of a world held

together by strands

of darting pieces.

[sadafternoons]

Closure

*

The weight of it all

Has dropped to the floor

Like gravity

*

And although

the heart feels

sore

*

I feel

light

as a feather

*

That has let go

of the need

To hold on

*

And is ready

To drift

With the wind of change

*

That has taken

A long time

Coming

*

And I breathe for 4

And hold for 4

And exhale for 8

*

And I feel a peace

Where there was

grief

*

And joy

And hope

Where there was fear.

*

And I know

What it feels like to have

Closure

*

12.08.2024

[beasteaterr]

you’d cut me open and my blood would be

the color of a sky that never holds a star.

a hush hangs in the air, thick and still,

where the trees bend but do not break.

i could tell you of the shape of absence,

how it presses against the ribs,

but you would not listen—

you would only watch

as i emptied,

silent as the ground at dusk.

halo

[dg-fragments]

Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

[stormykatie]

calm before the storm

deceiving,

addictive

i cling to the arms of sleep,

fall deeper

until i lose grip

to reality

the wind whistle, i hear it

but it's just that

and the voice

i long so much

to soothe me

dissipates with the

echoes of tranquility

-katie

[nidhibhasin]

I touched him, god, I touched him

(and I should have not, shame, guilt, regret)

and now I wonder

if he saw the blood on my fingertips

or taste the guilt on my lips?

did he feel the carnality on my tongue

the predatory intent in my dark eyes?

does he not notice the stench rising

from my decaying corpse?

I want to dig my fangs in his soft heart

drink up all his pure and turn him to rot

how does he not see my monstrosity?

my disease? or is he too distracted

by the sparkle of my abysmal eyes

to see the violence beneath?

-Nidhi Bhasin

excerpt from the book I don’t want to write

[scatteredthoughts2]

The Homecoming.

The train pulls into Mullingar,

And I wipe away a tear,

It's my first time home in many years,

And no one knows I'm here.

The station looks the same,

But it's still a lonesome place:

It brings back a stab of pain,

Of when I last kissed your sweet face.

I walk up to the Green Bridge,

And look up towards Patrick Street,

I see Clarke's Bar on the left,

Where our family used to meet.

I look down on Dominick Street,

Through the blowing, swirling snow,

And though I know the town so well,

I don't know which way to go.

I go into Days Bazaar,

For a coffee and a scone,

It was the book shop that I loved,

The last time I was home.

And from my table by the window,

I watch the crowds go by,

Searching every face,

Hoping some will catch my eye.

But who's that in the Market Square?

With microphone in hand,

Joe Dolan sings out loud,

With his ghostly Drifters Band.

The Greville Arms I enter,

And my heart lifts up with joy,

For the first one there to greet me,

Is my old friend " Nodger Boyle ".

Nodger fills me in on the lost years,

When last I was at home,

We share a laugh and we share some tears,

And, when he leaves , I'm all alone.

All alone with just my thoughts,

All alone; there's only me,

All that's left for me are ghosts;

All my loved ones in the cemetery.

I leave and walk back to the station,

Wondering why I came back home,

Was I dreaming someone would be waiting,

That I would not be on my own.

The train pulls in and I take a seat,

And I leave Mullingar behind,

It was only ghosts that I came to meet;

Only ghosts that I could find.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts