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Tori Apr 3
A leprous creature in life and death
with a horrible stench and a panting breath
She files her neatly pedicured claws
Sharpens the teeth in her lip-glossed jaws
In search for the pulsing blood of men
she feeds on their beating hearts and then

moves on....
Ember Zola Jan 23
The lines of your body
with my eyes

Memorizing every

Your pulse quickens
along with
my desire

I miss you
Marcella Faye Jan 23
You are the pulse
That's running in
And through my veins.
cupid Dec 2018
hold your  breath for 5 seconds
and listen
listen to the beat of your heart
find your pulse now
feel the rush of blood beneath your skin
put your hands over your chest
try to feel the pumping of your heart
now that you’re aware of your body
tell me
are you unsettled
so much happening to make you function that you don’t control
it’s like fragile machinery
flowing, changing, nonstop
if you are feeling unsettled by being conscious of it all
there’s a name for that feeling
that vague confusion
it’s called rubatosis
it’s the unsettled feeling you get upon noticing your heart and heartbeat
i wanna burn all my flesh off :3
Nathalie Dec 2018
She curled up on the sofa
and drifted in memory
listening to the rain
tap dancing on the rooftop

She watched as wisps of smoke
floated through the air
blending fragrances of
lavender and sage

She remembered his touch
featherly light strokes and
tender notes of affection
awaking dormant vulnerabilities

She fused with the pulse
of her being and the emotion
that swept into her open heart;
the gift of true love.

K Balachandran Nov 2018
From beyond the clouds and stars,
For a voiceless clear call, I perk my ears.
The foam, froth and the very crux
An orchestra of a trillion pieces the universe,
You, me and the spirit binding it all,
Resonate to the pulses of an unflinching light.
Everything that is seen or invisible,
With all that are known or not at all,
Are tightly woven together as one!
Any awareness otherwise, a mere fallacy,
Let go, come be one with the pure essence!
TJ Shadows Feb 2018
The taste of bitter toxicity
The feel of obsidian
The sound of inhalation
The excitement of exhalation

Heart racing and it begins
Butterflies start to dance
Rushing flow of ecstasy
giddiness embracing

Flying higher and higher
Freedom and happiness
awareness with every touch

Heart compressing
Stampede of hysteria
Slow crawl into desolation
Loosing grip

Falling faster and faster
servitude and disorientation
Restlessness with every thought

The taste of bitter toxicity
The feel of obsidian
The sound of inhalation
The excitement of exhalation
Addiction, to whatever you’re Addicted to.
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