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Hannah Jo Jul 2015
You are a whole ocean inside my mind.
Your name pulses through my bloodstream in waves.
I hope it’s the same for you.
And our heartbeats pump out of rhythm for now,
but if we ever meet again,
I hope our individual stories will finally fall on the same page.
It just wasn't the right timing for us. Maybe it never will be. And I'm okay with that. At least now you know. At least now I can move on.
Jared A Washburn Jun 2015
A pulse
And a pumping
Rhythm that beats throughout
Your body; the internal clock.
Heartbeat.
A poem written in November 2010, when I first heard the pulse/heartbeat of my (then) unborn son.
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
A poem begins as a silent beat in the throat,

Like garments of knots splices you shed in the dark

Embroidering them with the metallic thread.

My pulse is a winding staircase of blood clots

Choking in my own crimson mark.

This dusk will cover the moonlight in red.


It’s written in the stars and stains

The line that never ends…

I will run where the furious winds take me,

I will follow where where ever your heart needs me.
Haley Upton May 2015
Imagine
Imagine being forced
To think about
      Every single thing
           Every single
                terror
                and
                horror.
Imagine
Imagine having something
Inside of you that you can’t
                run
                away
                from.
Imagine wondering how
Those around you
      Fail to notice
How close you are
                to
                collapse.








Imagine
Imagine plastering
                A smile
                On
      Your face
So you don’t have to
Let people see the true
      Cracks
               in
                    your
                              skin.
Imagine
Imagine having your fears
      Taking such a
                Hold of you
That you no longer
                recognize
                happiness.












Imagine
Imagine feeling abnormal
                Like an
                           alien
                    in your
                            own world.
Fear
Fear going outside
       Into the daylight
Imagine
       For one
              Second
How you would feel
                if.
                every.
                single.
                thing.
                around.
                you.
had the possibility
                of
                terrifying
                you.






Imagine
Fear
Fear getting into
                Your
                Car.
You can’t run
       away
       from
The images
Of the people you
Might ****
       the crashes
You might cause
                A week
                     Later.
                A month
                          Later.
The images are still
                with
                       you.
The sight of your
                Car
       Sends a signal
       To that thing inside of you
To open the gates of
       Your own hell


Could you **** someone
                today?
What if
What if you don’t
See that car turning
Because your thoughts
Won’t let go of the
                fear
                    of
                        that
                               happening.
You would never
       In a million
                years
       Voluntarily hurt
                someone
That is the perfect
                sustenance
                for anxiety.
Turning you into a monster
       Inside your own head
Imagine
Imagine having to get
In your car and
Smile at your
       passenger
                as
                   though
       nothing. Is. wrong.
They don’t see
                Your
                Knuckles
Turn white
       As you grip
The steering wheel
       They miss your
Face harden into
A perfected mask
       Of indifference
While your thoughts
       Are searing the
Inside of your skull
                racing
                a million
                miles
                a minute.
They don’t know
That all you want
To do is crawl inside
                yourself
       And sleep forever
They can’t imagine
       The terror of
Fearing the one thing
       That you can’t
                Run away from
Imagine being trapped
                In your own mind.
This poem was designed to emulate the racing thoughts that happen when having an anxiety attack, coming from a person who suffers from an anxiety disorder.
Leal Knowone Apr 2015
breathing in the cool night air
floating by without a care
flying by the midnight stars
my destinations never far
feel the pulse with your mind
relax and let go of time
tune in to the frequency
the space between you and me

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you drift away with us
focusing is over rated
third eye infatuated
hack into reality
infiltrate and spread your seed
collect your soul and take a stroll
out into the midnight cold

break free from the chains that bind you
the can hold you down
they know nothing can stop this
no way to bring us down
push away it surfaced again
**** the cages that they put us in
just another day i **** it away
erase the pain and forgive the sin

MIDNIGHT PULSE!

tune into the midnight pulse
wont you come and join our cult
Written by Grainshifter. Grainshifter is my main band, so yes this is an original piece of collaborative art
https://soundcloud.com/grainshifterz/the-midnight-pulse
D Mar 2015
You entered. You sat
I felt my pulse rise.
Our eyes met.
I left my hands shake.
You smiled.
I left warm.
You enquired how was I.
I felt belonged.
You tapped your feet.
I felt my heart sway to your beat.
We sat there in time. Just on our seats
A Watoot Mar 2015
She turns off the lights,
lights a scented candle- lavender, her favorite.
She lays her tired body
and surrenders to the needs of her inner self.
She knows she's empowered.
She knows herself.
She knows what she wants.

Her petals wet with her desires.
She reaches inwards as deep as the night.

Her body quivers while she lets out soft moans
until she can take it no more; but she knows what she wants.
She never stopped reaching for the glory of self love.

Her moans grow louder.
Her state of mind in disarray.

An earthquake.
A huge internal earthquake.

Non-destructive.
Recuperative.

Pulse.  Pulse.  Pul­se.

She knows what she wants.
She breathes in deep and smiles.
Another take on sensual.
sun stars moons Feb 2015
Angels and raindrops have fallen among us
Among the tallest of trees and the smallest of memories.

Swaying together
colliding with the rhythm of our oceans
and the patterns of our stars.

The current of a blood stream;
liquid electricity in the gutters of our core
throbbing with every vital blow to the heart.

Dancing, rhyming with every striking, agonizing pulse.
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