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PrttyBrd Dec 2014
The drummer of my heart
Pumps me into being
My very blood dances to the beat
The drummer of my heart
Turns the silence into music
As my essence glides across those sticks
The drummer of my heart
Keeps time with my joy
Happily beating fear into submission
The drummer of my heart
Makes me race in excitement
Accelerating and elevating my love
The drummer of my heart
Plays the stars as his drum set
And is the very rhythm of my soul
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Dana Kathleen Dec 2014
We were born
beating to different drums.
But it was more than that,
you always marched
to the rhythm
of your own song.
Eventually we stopped
trying to march
side-by-side.
We both composed
our own melodies,
unable to distinguish
the beat of one another’s drum.
Until I can only hear
my own harmony and
realize you stopped hitting
your drum all together.
I have no gifts to give,
I can only stand beside you
and beat our old tune
waiting for you to find your rhythm
and begin to beat again.
Poem from Nov. 2013
Noel Aug 2014
Banging the drums in the depths of hell
the musician drops the beat.

Drumming for demons and sold out souls
the artist stomps his feet.

Everybody's dancing, the liars, the thieves
the creator pops his drink.

Singing, laughing, the killers start clapping
the performer rocks the scene.

Heads are slammin, the felons in famine
the actor inhales to breathe.

Hands in the air, the addicts don't care
the composer brings the heat.

There's chaos in hell, tickets on sale
if you sin then its always free.

The drummer ends the beat.
Just for fun
Ella Byrne Jul 2014
You make my breath
Catch in my throat
And my stomach flip
You beating out
The rhythm of my heart
All these strange, wonderful feelings
I want to keep.
Written in November 2012

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