S1 · E120
July 4 · 17 sec
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The Siren's Echo
Anureet
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- English
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S1 · E119July 3 · 28 secEpisode 119: From A Midsummer Night’s Dream
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight; Written by William Shakespeare This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E118June 29 · 37 secEpisode 118: Poetry Reading
When you tenderly allow me to rest safely with you, I will devote myself to you with such a force, the tides will bend, the sun will cower behind my moon, & the stars will move to rearrange themselves to softly illuminate the path directly to me, to these arms that widen, solely to make you a home therein. Written by https://www.threads.com/@lunaoftheinkblooded This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E117June 28 · 2 minEpisode 117: Poetry Reading
our breath slows to the rhythm of the crickets lying back on the damp grass the cosmos pinned up above us like a vast tapestry longing to be deciphered, interpreted. i point to the sky tracking the slow ancient geometry translating this sacred language of the planets. call me your cosmic teacher? I catch you staring at me, your eyes catching the reflection of a thousand distant suns in these golden eyes. staring back, I plunge deep into the depths of blue icy water in yours my brain is melting under your words falling asleep under the stars. signals are sent but within, you hold more life and more life and more life… a universe expanding behind your ribcage. this degree of intensity, sustained and wild, pulsates between us in the celestially kissed dark. just being alive next to you is ten shades of surreal but, somehow, makes sense when the sky is this clear, and you are this close. i look away from the constellations, realizing the greatest mystery isn't the one written in light years. it’s your brain and the fullness of you. which I deeply intend to discover and experience, in all directions and in all ways. let us drift off together under this blanket made of stars. Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E116June 27 · 52 secEpisode 116: Poetry ASMR
"Reflections"~ Rain falls freely, asking nothing in return. Yet every thirsty field, waits for its turn. Rivers keep moving, through every flood and bend. Teaching us that changes, are not the end. The oceans and seas, hold stories in each wave. Some carried gently, others they cannot save. Lakes and ponds lie still, earth reflects the sky. Giving life to all who gather, never asking why. And when our tears fall, they are water too. Reminding us that healing, begins when we let it flow. Written by https://www.threads.com/@_shona_alysa_ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E115June 24 · 1 minEpisode 115: Poetry Reading
There are days when the world arrives wrapped in fog. When every step feels uncertain, every horizon blurred, every answer just beyond reach. And then there is him. Not as a shield standing between me and the storm, but as the quiet strength that teaches me not to fear it. The voice that finds me when I lose my way. The certainty that remains when everything else is shifting beneath my feet. He does not carry me. He reminds me that I can keep walking. And perhaps that is the rarest kind of love of all. A love that becomes your courage. A love that sounds less like a promise and more like an oath whenever it says "I love you". My steady hand. My anchor. My safe harbor Written by https://www.threads.com/@your.daddy.kisser This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E114June 23 · 59 secEpisode 114: Poetry Reading
There among the fragments, where old sorrows gathered dust, she traced the cracks with gentle fingers and discovered they still glowed with warmth. He was not a castle standing proud, but a kingdom weathered by storms; and in the quiet chambers of his soul, she found devotion hidden like gold. Each kiss became a lantern, each embrace a bridge rebuilt, until the broken walls between them gave way to moonlit gardens. And when he held her close, heart against heart beneath the stars, she knew some treasures are not found, they are uncovered, loved, and restored. Written by https://www.threads.com/@joni.ta125 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E113June 22 · 53 secEpisode 113: Poetry Reading
The reverence of your name. I let the vowels run down my tongue, The voice, vibrating chords Giving away the angst of my heart. Your name, a whisper between my lips Secret evocation I wish I could perform: Materialise you here, with me Eyes locked in recognition, A vibrant meeting A memory brought forward by us both. One day you will lie on my chest And I will show you how the universe was made By fire and thunder. Desire and benediction. Written by https://www.threads.com/@aurorablackpelt This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E112June 21 · 1 minEpisode 112: Lessons of Love
Most powerful force in the universe The purest of pure white light Opposes the deepest fears Unlocks the mind of sight Conquering all realms of darkness Speaks in tongues of unity The winding road of righteousness The force that sets you free Unconditional in its greatest form Unleashing feelings from within Obliteration of demons Freedom from earthly sins Not a supply and demand commodity Love works in abundance A never ending main course Best served with consistency and redundance A light that never dies Patented with a luminous golden glow Given in large quantities All forms begin to grow Written by https://www.threads.com/@the_darkness_1975 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E111June 20 · 1 minEpisode 111: Poetry Reading
there shall forever be poetry etched into the stars shattered in the sky reveries, tracing constellation lines with a sudden flash of twin minds the clever ones the quick-tongued thieves and psychopomps spinning verses out of fallen leaves. I embody, forever, the mercurial youth a lover of words who paints in the dark with cosmic phrases and a punchline spark guiding souls into their own underworlds with each word I wield, I shatter the syntax of the universe. turning a black hole into a playful verse may our words forever burn etched into the stars, asteroids, moon and sun. Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E110June 16 · 3 minEpisode 110: Poetry Reading
The wind, green fields, trees, wildflowers, lakes, rivers, oceans— in them the voice of the ancestors speaks to my soul. I stand on their shoulders, with kindness, strength, and love rooted in me. Roots run deep; when storms come and wind lashes the hedges, I bend and do not break. I keep kindness near as a quiet reflex, believing it should be a birthright, a rhythm in my breath. Love begins and ends with me, even when given and not returned, it does not die and it does not come back void. It travels like light through the quiet rooms of memory, lighting the corners where doubt gathered, turning fear into dawn. Like the trees, like the green fields, like the flowers, we all carry a unique beauty. No one is more beautiful than another. We display our beauty in harmony, each hue a note in a living chorus. Lakes, rivers, oceans are powerful, whether standing still or moving, they keep ancient time. Mighty enough to create paths, to carry you on journeys, with currents that whisper beneath the surface, guiding toward truth. The voice of the ancestors flows beneath my feet, a chorus in the wind, a hammer on the forge of my heart. I carry their maps in my hands and their songs in my veins, learning to walk softly, yet with a will that never yields. In open skies where horizons meet, I hear promises in the rustle of leaves, in the hush between breaths. Promises of kindness, of courage wrapped in gentleness, of love that grows stronger when shared, not hoarded. The earth remembers every footprint, every act of care, and I tread with gratitude, leaving footprints that heal. I bend toward mercy, I rise toward justice, speaking with the patience of rivers and the quiet endurance of mountains. If storms return, I cradle the inner garden of my spirit, watering it with hope, feeding it with honesty, pruning what harms, letting resilience bloom in colors I name and in colors I cannot. For I am made of wind and soil and singing seed, a chorus of kin across time, braided by memory and dream. All around me the world testifies with beauty— and I, too, am a proof of grace, a living note in the symphony of becoming. Written by https://www.threads.com/@lifeispoetrytoo This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E109June 15 · 1 minEpisode 109: Hot Vampire Summer
Hot Vampire Summer I want to sit beside you Next to the lake On a little blanket Having a sweet escape I want to laugh and dream But it never stays clean Something in me turns sharp When the world starts to gleam The daylight drags me open Like I have no skin left Like every thought gets louder And every calm gets theft I try to act like normal Like I belong in heat But something in my chest breaks Each time I hit the street I watch them move so easy Like bodies made for sun While I am splitting slowly Into two halves undone One half wants to be there Wants laughter and your face The other wants to vanish From every open space I want the night beside me Where breathing feels less wrong Where I don’t have to fake it Where I can still belong The lake at night feels softer Like it knows this kind of man Like I don’t have to fight it Or explain what I am in And I keep thinking quietly Through everything I feel If I should stop pretending And make something feel real Can I ask you tonight To come down to the lake Just you and me and silence No daylight left to break Written by https://www.threads.com/@the.insomniac.in.black This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E108June 14 · 51 secEpisode 108: Poetry Reading ASMR
when the night settles and the world softens around the edges, my thoughts drift to you, steady, warm, the glow I lean into. your presence lingers on my skin like the memory of a touch, gentle but certain, a warmth that spreads from my chest outward. I close my eyes and feel you there, not in the stars above, but in the quiet heat beneath my ribs, the place where longing turns into something tender. you are my evening star, but also the warmth that never leaves. Written by https://www.threads.com/@joni.ta125 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E107June 13 · 53 secEpisode 107: Poetry Reading
under the weeping willow evening gathered in celadon tones tears circling the roots like small forgotten moons the river carried petals charred leaves the faint gold of extinguished daylight I thought how quietly the world departs moonmilk fading beneath wet bark seasons vanishing from the bones of the garden one luminous thing after another between one breath and the next a white petal loosened itself into the current silence neither refusing life nor grieving the dark water ahead Written by https://www.threads.com/@mellie.melts.into.wonder This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E106June 12 · 48 secEpisode 106: Poetry Reading
"Hiraeth"~ Somewhere in Edinburgh, beneath grey skies and rain. Little cafés glow in gold, through misty window panes. Violins drift through alleyways, old church bells ring. Fresh coffee and warm bread, on cold windy evenings. Books resting by fireplaces, cozy corners beckon you. A city that heals the heart, without even meaning to. Some souls truly belong, to places they’ve never known. To cliffs, clovers and castles, that somehow feel like home. Written by https://www.threads.com/@_shona_alysa_ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E105June 7 · 3 minEpisode 105: Stardust
She's got stardust in her hair, and moonbeams in her eyes, while he's all rough edges, and storms he cannot disguise. She is made of silver light, of soft and sacred things, the kind of beauty that arrives on quiet, unseen wings. And he, he is weathered earth, old scars beneath his skin, a man who learned to bar the door and keep the darkness in. Yet somehow she found him. Not with thunder. Not with flame. But softly, the way dawn enters a room and nothing stays the same. She's got galaxies caught between her laugh and sigh, and every time she looks his way, another buried part can fly. She doesn't know what her presence stirs, how his pulse remembers her before a single word is heard. How every memory returns like waves against the shore, bringing back the pieces he thought he'd lost before. Because she reaches places he buried deep below, where all the tender things he hid were never meant to grow. And now her absence haunts him. The stars still linger in the memory of her hair. The moonlight still remains like a whispered, answered prayer. And he is left collecting the light she left behind, like a man who maps the heavens yet leaves himself confined. She's got stardust in her hair, and moonbeams in her eyes. And maybe that's why it aches, why silence feels so loud, why he searches empty skies through every passing cloud. Because he spent his whole life looking up above, never thinking heaven's light would feel so much like love. Never dreaming something so rare would settle in his heart and find a home there. And now he misses her with every fading star, like the night that keeps on reaching for a moon too far. She's got stardust in her hair, and moonbeams in her eyes, and he's left holding shadows, where once he held the skies. Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E104June 6 · 1 minEpisode 104: Shut Out The World
A calm I've never known Meeting a best friend for the very first time Someone I've dreamt about Soothes to the core of my being No outside voices to bombard Just.......inner peace Hearing the sounds of nature Tree leaves bustling in the wind Birds prophetically singing their song A breeze blows gently over my skin The hairs on my arms violently stand up Chills from head to toe Like an angel kissing my forehead Letting me know the world is full of wonder Someone I have to know Feeling the sun on my skin A warmth that gives both peace and energy The perfect balance from within Euphoria takes over in perfect bliss As the follicles relax The energy rises Like an out of body experience Floating in the clouds Looking down on this beautiful Earth Taking everything in Whisk me away to this magical land It speaks to me in song Feels like an old friend I've known all along Written by https://www.threads.com/@the_darkness_1975 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E103June 1 · 2 minEpisode 103: Autumn
Autumn Refuses to Lie About Time Nothing dies. It just stops pretending to be green. Trees spend summer hiding real colors behind chlorophyll. Autumn is when the disguise falls away. The gold was always there. Not decay. Honesty. Autumn’s First Promise Every leaf it drops is a letter to spring. A falling leaf isn’t waste. The tree sends nutrients to roots before it lets go. What falls feeds soil for next year. Autumn is the first move spring makes. Light That Leans Closer Days don’t shorten. They deepen, and turn everything to amber. The sun stays lower in autumn. Shadows stretch. Light travels through more air to reach you, which filters it warm. That’s why 4pm feels like firelight. The Quiet That Knows Your Name Cold air holds scent like a secret. That’s why autumn smells like memory. Warm air scatters smells. Cold air traps molecules close to ground. Smoke, wet leaves, apples linger. Autumn smells stronger because air listens. The Sky’s Unfinished Sentence Birds don’t leave. They punctuate the year with we’ll be back. A V of geese isn’t goodbye. It’s migration written as grammar. Sky uses birds to put a comma in the year, not a period. They’re promising the return trip. Written by https://www.threads.com/@the_autumn_1 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E102May 31 · 1 minEpisode 102: golden hour
golden hour bleeds and splashes onto the floor and in my eyes. i am catching fire in the quiet. took a picture of the sunset on my skin but it wasn’t the sun making me glow… it was the humming of our souls. the dreamers who speak in stardust and alignments the ascended souls who look at my shadows and trace them back to constellations. this is the alchemy of building a home out of open hands and shared portals. i feel the heat of your energy. softening the sharp edges of my world, pulling me through the threshold of everything i used to only dream about. my aura is dripping in this amber light. visceral, thick, and humming. i am glowing because you exist, because we wove this safety out of thin air and thick devotion. rooted. golden. awake. Written by https://www.threads.com/@audreylorea This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com
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S1 · E101May 30 · 44 secEpisode 101: the sun makes love to me
the sun makes love to me touches places no one ever reached before kisses me until my skin stays marked for days warms me into the color of burnt sugar leaves me smelling like passion sometimes it hurts and i always ask for more every summer i lie beneath him saying: just for today my love can wait Written by https://www.threads.com/@nina_sorelle_ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com