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undermyfeet Jun 30
I clutched at my knees
the beats before her voice
ramming into me repeatedly

The noises in my mind
Too bright, too abrupt
an incoherent strum of notes

I never should have
given you anything
memories dangling in your fist
Maria Etre Jun 30
The mind was always background noise
in a soundtrack played by the beats of one's heart
with lyrics from conversations
inspiration from hyperventilation
and palpitations
Where Shelter Oct 2017
an average human creature should such a mythical exist
in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats,
billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment)
but like everything so essence human there are
those very few heartbeat moments,
the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
that you total truly remember,
recalling the cream and sauce,
swell and the hell,
of the pounding so slow so hard,
each one a volcano of
a moment until that day
you don't remember-anything

when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a
*****-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure
and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage
disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined

you're feeling your heartbeat
in your knees going weak,
when the doctor says:

congratulations healthy swell
some years later,
I'm so so truly sorry, hell

when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like
but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart,
it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of
heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming

a billionaire of heartbeats you are,
but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and
forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony,
your true net worth, the stripes you wear
upon your shoulders skin,  
the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity

you fall to your knees wherever you are,
that is where you will find me,
just listen for the cars horns blaring
cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to
ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime

you alone total truly that concert set recall and
the win-loss record inherent, inhiment,
in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes,
of forty beatings you took,
somehow it feels like here is, there was,
the answers to
where is shelter for the heart,
the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says,

I don't feel a pulse
what reading poetry is truly about: the endangered art of listening well,, a sustained exercise in empathy.
Nylee Apr 20
The heart beat beats
Intrinsic and poetic
Describing my heart desire
But i don't speak it
who is to tell me the verses
of my inner fire
sara Mar 25
Why’d you never come back for me?
Had your hands up all in my hair
like you adored me.
I would ride all night, until we died,
thought you were for me.
These days I’m asking God
if it was his fault you ignored me
must always rinse experience for art
دema Jan 27
looked for you
for 21 years,
what you were
up to when some
nights felt lonely,
saw you in
every person
I came across
thought about
your existence
way too many times,
and many times
more I taught
myself not to,
and here you are,
a call away,
your touch;
a hug away,
your presence;
a heart beat away.
I’m a child of nature so come meet your neighbor.
I make my own way, I don’t need your favors.
It got dark sometimes, but it made me braver,
Now no one can say “please go save her”.
What did you think that I put my cape up?
I’ll either make it now but for sure later.
So each step that I take, ooh I savor like
Good morning, I don’t need no makeup.
I’m on a mission to be greater,
Shooting for the stars, Ursa Major.
I don’t fall
I don’t fail
I won’t bend
I won’t break.
I’m way too authentic to ever be fake.
Got too many dreams but now I’m awake.
Just give me a beat and let me create.
Just listen to the beat if you wanna hear me speak.
I’ll say it again, put me on repeat.
I am music, and music is me
So I’ll show you a world that your eyes can’t see.
A friend of mine makes music so I dedicated this to her talent and visions
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