#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

[env0writes]

I only catch myself as I am falling When it’s your name that I am am calling Leaping at chances with permission All it took was honest admission Stairwells, oh-wells, heavy sighs And delayed, delayed goodbyes Parking lot sunsets Head on your shoulders I’ll never forgets Effortlessly you spin through my mind Top of my thoughts turning on rewind Playing back every iridescent moment I crave you as my opponent I weep and I ache every second I see you For the longing without you has me left inside the queue

Janus Estuaries Vol. 4, 1.1.25 "Cotton-Candy Tornado"

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists

[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

[aatifameer]

Sometimes I crave to see through your eyes,

Who am I to you when it's just us, stripped of everything?

How do you see me in the darkness, when the air between us trembles?

Do you feel the weight of my desire pressing against you, overwhelming you?

When your hands move over my skin,

Do you feel the fire beneath, igniting something primal?

When I touch you, does everything else fall away,

Does your breath falter as the space between us vanishes?

When you look into my eyes,

what do you find?

Is it the raw need that pulls you in,

deeper than words can reach?

Can you feel my breath against your neck, hot, insistent,

Drawing you closer, commanding you to stay, to surrender?

When my tongue lingers on you,

tasting every inch,

Does it send a rush through your body,

making you tremble inside?

Tell me, please, tell me, show me what you see,

Let me feel what you feel when you're close to me.

~Aatif Ameer

[beasteaterr]

i tell myself i’ve made peace with the rot,

but the truth is, i wear it like perfume—

its rancid sweetness, a comfort in my throat.

you can find me where all things go to die,

somewhere between here and nowhere,

where nothing stays long enough to matter.

i am beautiful in the way broken things are—

sharp, strange,

stretched thin in places

but never enough to tear.

i love how good it feels

to be this lost,

to hold what’s gone and pretend

it’s still something i can keep.

what if to love it means i must disappear?

what if to love it means

i am already gone?

halo • “here and nowhere/rot”

[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