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"Every time we talk my heart skips a beat.
Because you are that beat.
You are whats keeping me alive."
-LM- Everything I Didn't Say #35
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2016
we make a rickety circle
and the beat takes us all,
bend forward, clap our
hands, sway this way, that,

a bow of arms,
twirl of legs, form
wings, furl, unfurl,
the body confined

in a twist of finality,
the world on a
swirl-round axis
and we curl to

where the planet
began its primal
dance, of scent,
step, musk, air...
The garba is a traditional Indian folk dance festival that celebrates nine forms of Goddess Durga. For nine evenings, especially in North-West India, people dance from evening to dawn to traditional music.
pookie Jul 2016
The Sound,
The Feel,
That Crazy Electro Beat,
The swing of your hips and the sound of your tapping feet,
The infectious sound of your voice,
The husky **** feel of the sound against my body,
The infectious feel of your hip sway,
God that Electro swing has infected me.
pushthepulldoor Jun 2016
the heart beats whether we want it to or not.
it beats while we sleep,
while we cry.
it pounds while our fists do the same
against each others walls.
trying to break something down.
our hearts beat us til the day we die.
the rhythm is seemingly perpetual once you notice it
and only when our time is up does it stop.

when im with you
i know im alive.
my heart feels as though its going to beat
right out of my chest
and into your hands.
it seems as though thats its true home.
you hold what beats me most
so i beg you to be gentle, lest it breaks.
i know thats cliche but you see,
this beating that i take every day
is all i have to keep me going.
its all i have to remind me im alive
and when im with you
it flutters uncontrollably
and im left doubtless
that this isnt a dream
babe since 11.2.15
chasing vapors Jun 2016
my heart skipped a beat again
i don't know if it was because
of my breathing disorder
or maybe because
it's you i remember
J.G.G.
Vinyldarling Jun 2016
Memorization was never the key to anything
Seeing that she changed so much.
So often.
With only hands to guide over her curves
As my eyes, sewn shut at her merciful kiss,
I memorized absolutely nothing.

The key was to explore - gain a new sensation
Every delightful time you had the permission.
The permission to graze that complexion of black and blue and the
Rosy cheeks that were out glowing the slight tan you had on
Your face and scalp because we went swimming
Last week.

We never really got wet though, vigilantly dipping our
Toes in the chilly water, a book in my hand,
Not speaking but letting the words drip over
My lips to poison them with the writings
Of O’Hara, Ginsberg, Kerouac.

I hope you plan to travel the world
Because it's the least you could repay me
For not memorizing you like a road map
To nowhere.
Enola Cabrera Jun 2016
How
I pondered the question
How do I move on?
Wondering how my heart will continue beat
How my lungs will continue to breathe
After you left because you were my everything
Crysta Gingras May 2016
I’ll fight from the saddle
I’ll brave the streets
For life is a battle
With variable beats
There’s one with a roar
And two for a tug
There’s three filled with gore
And four for a hug
There’s beats with vitality
And beats that push and shove
Some drum deeply about mortality
Others of beauty and love
For on these beats I fight
Every single day
Some make me feel like a knight
Others, only a forgotten stray
Then there’s you standing there
With a beat all your own
You like to kiss and swear
Inspired by the history of Joan
Your beat stands out above the rest
Like a heart in an empty mine
This battle surely is the biggest test
But from what I see, you’re doing fine
Though you tend to hold back
You’ve fought with each beat
Like a wolf leading the pack
You know not of retreat
I long to fight beside you
To help strengthen your beat
For surely with two
We would sound like a drumbeat
Ready for battle
The two of us will be
Our horses all saddled
And our beat full of glee
beat for my angel
Kov Bog May 2016
Wasting Gravity.
What were you telling me,
Chills run down my bones,
Aching for rip out my thoughts.

Frosty Sunshine.
A garbage can of my mind,
Space between infinities,
Buy darkness to see me, please.

Painting Sanity.
Humid canvas of reality,
Always scanning emotion,
A money flavored deadly potion.
My very first poem
Holly Nicole May 2016
Bang bang bang
Against the cage and the restraints
Aching to be free
To jump beyond the limits
Bang
For no good reason
For bad reason
Do not
Bang bang
I said no
Do not care
Do not jump to action
Bang bang bang
There is no reason
To feel these feelings
Not for some.... Thing
Like this one
Bang bang
Against the cage
Reeling, still feeling
For no good reason
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