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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.
Em MacKenzie Sep 2017
We watched stars shine bright, searching for any that shot,
and we witnessed none that night so we wished on the ones we got.
I confessed with a laugh that if my brain was split in two,
they could observe each half and each stem would lead to you.

We stood in dark parking lots, feet treading on glass long broken,
my head was drowning in thoughts; every one unspoken.
I stumbled on a confession each and every single time,
that you were a drug and an obsession; a favourite of mine.

And she talks to me in dreams,
whispering words of true love.
It tells of beautiful melodic themes,
a voice that comes from above.
Two souls forever bound, two bodies wrapped in sheets,
listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

We laughed together in dim light to jokes only we would get,
and you were the only thing in sight, my sunrise and my sunset.
I traced the outlines of your form, with both hands and my eyes,
and together we'll keep warm; arms on shoulders, legs on thighs.

And she kisses me awake,
her lips greet me like the sun.
But my dream world doesn't break,
'cause her presence tends to stun.
I have finally been found, once I was lost in the dark streets,
now we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

Caress my skin and whisper my name in my ear,
I'll let your voice in 'cause it's all I want to hear.
Fingertips can scratch, but now they feel so smooth,
the last mark I didn't catch but now I think I got the groove.
Candlelight will show me all I need to see,
and my hands will guide to where they need to be.
Our voices mesh into one, our souls and mind link,
and our hearts beat together; perfectly in sync.

And she blows air into my chest,
giving me oxygen to breathe.
With her hand resting upon my breast,
I promise her that I'll never leave.
Side by side on the ground, same song just repeats,
and we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.
Star BG Sep 2017
While heart slumbers
in thy vessel,
I do fish
for that special love.
The one who has tail-like form
that attracts self.

A person who's eyes sparkle
with my self mirrored
so we play in fields of silken sheets.

Where our dreams match
so we drift in oneness
in fantasy land
capturing rainbow stars.

Where our gentle heartbeats
merge to
orchestrate a masterpiece,
that plays to our souls delight.

Yes while heart rests
releasing gentle tones
in secret code,
I move with quest
hoping for peace.

Peace,
that gives heart wings
inside ones loving arms.


StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Nolittleboy a grand poet.
Clive Blake Aug 2017
Morn.

Cockerels
Crow.

Days-
Light
Grow.

Hours
Pass,
Sun
Shone.­

Sunset ...
Reddy,
Steady,
Go,
Gone.

Night,
Black,
Quiet,
Lonely,
Fear
B­orn.

Morn.

Cockerels
Crow.

Days-
Light
Grow ...
Diána Bósa Jun 2017
It's happened on your last watch.
In a lonesome salvage yard,
she - who was raised by machines - like
an electric shadow on a hopeless, desolate street in Berlin,
was risen by
the taste of your swallowed tears as bitter as gall,
the music of your careless heartbeats singing
its own song of rust,
exhaling radiowaves for picture and thus
bring you into life again
by reshaping the man - from the sounds of wind chimes
and piano accords - who you were
more than half a life ago.
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