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Alyssa Gaul May 2016
Should we count heartbeats
like we count the days
because I counted the days with you
and the days without you
while my heart was in rapid motion
Zemyachis Mar 2016
silhouettes running down brick walls like

flashfloods clinging to ***** mascara
where starstruck children run in mud
call me the eve of original sin
for the things I have seen and the places I've been

for ridges of ink etched in landscapes of skin
for heartbeats in hoodies saying lest we forget

in the valley of the shadow of death
they rest with hands crossed over their chests
Dangle Mar 2016
One step, you reached for my hand.
Two steps, you wiped my tears.
Three steps, you turned your back away from me.
Four heartbeats and you were gone.
Our steps didn't seem to synchronize, right?
Mica Kluge Feb 2016
Those times when infinity is
measured by a single heartbeat.
Francie Lynch Jan 2016
Each year we lose
One heart beat;
That's less blood
To our heads and feet.
This means my breath
Is fading too;
But I'll keep beating,
And I'll keep breathing,
Yes, I'll keep living
Just to bury you.
Nasty little piece.
Sienna Luna Dec 2015
Boom Boom Boom
my top beats shutter
becoming blush capades
Boom Boom Boom
my heart blasts blank
out every audible sound like
a rupture of the
greatest strum
you were a bass player
and that sounds like so much fun
Boom Boom Boom
better clean up the remnants
of this room
‘cause when I’m done
there’ll be puddles
Boom Boom Boom
my sphincter holds
then releases on tune
turning sparks on par
to quell the gloom
Boom Boom Boom
I’m so fucken into you dude.
Lizley Dec 2015
I drew your heart on a piece of paper
and painted it with pastel colors
It's sad,
because,
you wanted it to be vivid
But darling I held my brush,
again,
against the palette
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|12.04.2015|
Anything to make you happy.
dc Jun 2015
curled wrists folded within crumpled sheets
heartbeats gently flutter beneath my skin
drunk on dreams as I nestle
further and deeper into oblivion
however my mind is choking
mental reminders of things past
objectives to complete
work to be finished
I, bleary eyed, weary *****
assume a vacant mind
fixed to a beat body
mess of movements, mess of thoughts
3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind
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