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N Schlegel Jun 2018
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I died.
Mommy, I died and I can’t tell you I did.
I can’t tell you that I’m sitting on the other side crying
because I’ve hurt you more than I ever knew I possibly could
I couldn’t sleep before,
knowing my heartbeats were numbered
so I counted them.

Sixty beats a minute, fourteen-hundred something minutes a day, thirty days for six months
60 times 1400 times 30 times 6.
I did the arithmetic so I could have one more math test to cheat on.
I ran laps and hyperventilated and did every upbeat thing I could think of to upend my pulse so
I could lie to myself.
140 times 1400 times 30 times 6.  
It’s twice as big.

I don’t know if I can sleep now, and I didn’t tell you, mommy.
cause I didn’t want you to lose sleep then,
and I hate you’re losing sleep now.
sayali Jun 2018
Let me fill
In your embrace,

Let your heart
Hum its beats
to me,

Let me hear
The sweetest
Lullaby,

Let my chaos
Sleep.

-Sayali Parkar
دema flutter May 2018
Yesterday night,
as I was crossing the
bridge of the past,
your name was
barely floating underneath,
I looked at it as it was
half submerged,
half breathing,
and my hand didn't reach out for it,
instead, it reached out for my heart,
listened to its beats,
they said walk to the end of the bridge,
and I did,
my hand reached for my hair and cut
two strands to make a ribbon to tie the past,
you loved my hair after all,
didn't you?
Star BG Feb 2018
11,200 songs to sing
orchestrated by my divine self.
11,200 opportunities to hear
my grand song and dance.
11,200 vibrations
to align me with love.
11,200 reasons
to love my essence
and the gift of life.
Inspired by Kerrie Short a master scribe. Check out her page.
The heart beats 11,200 times a day ride its wave
could they not see
was it my breath
what words
must
stumble from me


we seen her
an
cloud
covered her

tire swings swirling
the dust under her feet
how young
we're
we

she dances
in
and
on the
center
she is
winters protected


i
am
frost
on
heartbeats neglected
?










...
..
.
wrote after reading write
the write we read
was turned
opposite
the
titled changed
...
Star BG Jan 2018
she sits at daybreak with
colorful thoughts to fill silence.
She writes with
swirling vibrations from soul.

Hours of day melt away,
as birds orchestrations rise to coat ears.
To expand heart into a carousel of heartbeats.
To scribe with delicate verse.

The rhythms resonate the truth,
she is never alone.
And that the silence is refreshing like a gentle breeze.
Inspired by A Ray of Sun thank you
harlon rivers Nov 2017

in the quiet of stillness
I can hear a snowflake
gently land
upon my cheek
a flurry of gossamer
frozen lace lilts ~
peacefully
transforming
the ennui
of chilling silence
into a wilderness symphony



thank you to all
for stopping by to read
"The sound of a snowflake"

written by:  h.a. rivers ... 11/13/2017
mjad Oct 2017
depending with whom:
one kiss feels like a million;
heartbeats never stop
i **** at haikus lol
tsel Sep 2017
memorizing the details of
that one afternoon -
cold room
warm hands
heartbeats in chaos -
this will haunt me for lifetimes.
m.
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