#poetselixir

[beasteaterr]

put my breath back into me,

it is too late for anything.

i am the weight of air i cannot hold,

a tired ache in a body that forgets

how to feel anything at all.

i've worn down the edges of my own name,

and there is nothing left to say

except the silence that clings like a second skin.

put my breath back into me,

it is too late for anything.

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

[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

[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

[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

@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

[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]

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]

my lips were dry,

famished until

you found me

and filled every

inch of my body

with affection

i know i was

thirsty,

yearning for

warmth,

a bit of your light

darling, you satiated

my hunger,

resurrected every fiber

of my dead body

but did you really

need to make

love taste like

a debt i need

to repay?

-doesn't that defeat the purpose?

katie

[scatteredthoughts2]

THE HAVE ALL ESCAPED.

I thought I had them locked away;

Safely under lock and key,

Never again to see the light of day,

Never more to torture me.

But somehow, they have broken out,

Somehow, they have all returned

Now inside my head, they scream and shout,

Crossing bridges I thought I'd burned.

I had them buried, oh so deep,

I had them hidden where no light could shine,

But they all escaped whilst I was asleep,

Telling me, they would e'er be mine.

I knew this day was bound to come,

Yet I told myself it would be alright,

It's easy whilst you're in the sun,

To forget about the dark of night.

And now they're here, they are here to stay,

Whispering, screaming, reminding me,

All the memories I had locked away,

My memories have been all set free.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[ginadope]

unlocked door

If only those jewels Could grant him the right to get Out of his mind To be saved

The prayers, his own yet borrowed Migraine aside They are too loud Chapters of fatigue read of men hollow - frustration This one paved road, at the end he will meet What some would kill for - that is now dead

Come hide in my eyes The kingdom outside Is not worthy of hearing The beating of your heart