The Siren's Echo

You know I love your eyes, the tenderness with which they look at me, but also the desire that lives in them. I love the darkness that could frighten others, the same darkness that makes me want to lose myself, to sink into it. Because I know that behind that seeming darkness lives the light that guides me in my darkest moments. Because I know that, like my wandering knight, you would do and give...

FABULISTIC Dream the crow black dream ink-feathered hour perched on my wrist its eye a coin of omen and play The night tilts fabulistic, ripe with ifs every maybe suddenly carnivorous. Between your breath and mine the world thins tar and starlit soot a kiss smudged with fate and the crow tutors darkness in how to listen. It speaks without speech plots without plan A fable heat-slicked and bone-bri...

What is this thing called love? Is it all a chemical romance? Is it closeness, devotion, Is it all just a late night dance? Is it sharing, caring what The other person thinks? Is it laughing and joking Over beachside dinner and drinks? Is it calming each other's fears Or drying each other's tears? Is it laughing at the same jokes Or sharing the load of the yoke? Is it poetry, good and bad, words T...

You painted me with your eyes, Breathed life into me with yours; Your love, etched on my gritty surface, Reborn as a vivid and exquisite canvas. Your eyes hold me with adoration, awe— Like you’re astounded by your own creation. Your warm gaze spurs my frozen self to thaw; Your brushstrokes rippled through stony foundation. You brought about vibrance in my gray, A sculpture venturing into love’s fo...

Moonlit Desires: A Dance of Untamed Passion Beneath the moon’s slow, trembling gaze, the forest held its breath. Branches leaned closer, as if the night itself longed to witness what love looks like when it forgets restraint. You found me there— a shadow made of heartbeat and wanting— and something ancient stirred between us, older than speech, older than fear. Every sigh we’d ever swallowed rose...

Project after project, this is it. Let it reel and burn. Fire. Water. Air. Earth. Yes—this is the blending, the bending, the binding moment. Soul, body, mind— the aura has answered, a definition of manifestation. In live time. This isn’t demanding the world’s soul. Connection — a trek, star-struck. No needs. No wants. The world provides. Fed in all senses— and bound. Written by https://www.threads...

Do you walk your tightrope? Have you found your balance yet? The perfect step The perfect breath Don’t hurry towards the end Dive into the water 100 meters down When to breathe Your body’s free Just enjoy the fall Cradle the queen And hold her bees Become a temporary hive Breathe the calm Open your palm Let them hum inside Fire in your mouth Axe against your skull Glass under your feet This is you...

I want to run wild under the melancholy moon. To skip in the shadows, disappear in small rooms. I have no need of the sun's bright light, Filtering into corners, dispersing the night. The moon cups my face in a silvered truth, Cool as a promise once made in my youth. It teaches my pulse how to soften and slow, How safety can bloom where the dark lets me grow. Here I am honest, a whisper, a tide, N...

The Moon had always been shy Playing peekaboo with the Earth The Sun had always been the most popular But he often warned of the dangers. Don't look directly at him for too long Don't stay within his gaze, Don't be overcome with affection Because it may lead to great affliction. For all the beings of the universe They knew how to admire from a distance They understood the rules of existence. But t...

Fall into me. Let me feel the way your body fits… How my mind gives way when your weight finds me. Fall into me. Let me hear your heartbeat thudding in your chest as you settle against mine, giving me rest. Fall into me. Give me what hurts, what stings, what bleeds. I’ll tend the wounds so your pain is released. Fall into me, so I can finally breathe. Written by https://www.threads.com/@gardenz.of...

Wonderland There is something wonderful In a breakdown Something very pretty In the way I drown Something peaceful In not holding it together anymore If there is no one For whom you have to hold the door When inside you Is only sadness But this hurts you so hard You just switch back to madness And laugh your butt off From all this stupid chatter Getting back to normal Is not for a mad hatter Writt...

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the l...

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid. His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee’s expe...

I am yours. Yours to tease at the edges of reason, to circle slowly, to pull the thread of my composure until it unravels in your hands. Yours to summon with a look, to fluster with a word, to hold in that charged space between “almost” and “now.” Yours to command into stillness, to tilt my chin and make me meet the full weight of your gaze. Yours to draw color to my skin with nothing but your voi...

Her: She always wakes before him. She keeps that quiet space because she savors the time to really hear him. His steady breath, the rhythm of a heart still deep in dreams. She curls into him slowly, careful not to wake what she’s admiring…planting light kisses on his shoulder. She breathes him in, lets his scent settle her, studies the handsome calm of his face at rest. There’s something special i...

The sunrise comes on whispered sighs, With dream stained skin and sleepy eyes. Its amber rays fill the room to help dispel the nighttime gloom. Morning hums with borrowed cheer, A fragile hope that feels sincere. Coffee steams, the world feels near, Yet shadows linger, faint but clear. By noon the light grows harsh and thin, A weightless ache beneath the skin. Laughter sounds a practiced art, A di...

It’s staying up way too late, hoping the other person says goodbye first, only to ask if they’ll stay a moment longer. It’s trying to hide how you feel without overly expressing that they continue getting stronger. It’s thinking that if you fall asleep, it would be too tragic not to live for this love, but to die this happy. It’s sharing music that reminds you of them, thinking you are so sappy. I...

His fingertips upon my skin The sweetest, but most Deadliest of sins His warm breath, by my ear Inside I shiver, as he pulls me ever So near... Face to face Chest to chest A silent, but heated moment Fills the air It’s electric, it’s fire You can almost smell it Tingling your nostrils A warmth fills your face Your eyes come alive It’s dangerous, but It’s all I ever wanted In that one, moment I was...

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How...

Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight - In thee! From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44087/wild-nights-wild-nights-269 Thanks for reading AnureetWrites! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support m...

One day I’ll see that the road to you was paved with puzzle pieces that were meant to be filled with yours. One day I’ll look behind and see that we walked side by side not together in this life but learning how to love each other through everything life could throw at us. One day we’ll learn that had we not suffered what others couldn’t, carried the heaviest burdens, we wouldn’t understand each o...

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Who am I even without yearning? An unfinished painting, bound to the unbound of your forbidden colors of your Eyes. A thirsty poet, waking in the middle of the night along the sides of your tormented ribs, Forever touched by the untouched~knuckles, your quivering fingers, leaving me trembling long after. A Love Letter shrouded in the skin of your collarbone, pressed into the plea of your orison, a...

If I would kiss you and go to hell for this. I would take it with a smile and fall into the bliss. If my soul would burn when I touch your skin. I would let the fire gladly scorched me with a wide grin. If a taste of you would shatter apart my core. I would let my soul bleed with joy and even beg for more. If I have to make a deal with the devil for a night with you. I would summon him with my dem...

Love me tonight, when the dark grows softly and the quiet draws us closer than breath. Let your hands wander like they know every place my longing hides, tracing slow circles that unravel the day from my skin. Pull me into the hush between your heartbeat and mine, where desire speaks without a single word, where every touch is a secret we share only in the dark. Kiss me like the night is ours to k...