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Dave Robertson May 2022
loose moral blossom
flaunting for all comers
throbbingly defying
pigeon-holes
to let life thrum
hold it with care, this thread is thin.
It's the first day of the seven lives
I'm one end of the thread,
and the other is yours.
There can be a lot of longing in between, right?
Lane O Aug 2020
Every beat of my heart
sings the same sweet refrain:
Your name
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Aching void,
what do you crave?
What will satisfy
the emptiness that expands
and throbs?
nightdew Mar 2019
can you hear my heartbeat,
casually exploding in my chest,
when your eyes sets on mine.

can you listen to the musical throbs,
and dance along to the rhythm,
when you decide i'm worth it.

can you settle your soft hands,
slightly above my chest,
and just freeze time.

listen, listen, listen.
my heartbeat goes,
***, ***, ***, ***.
can't take my eyes off of you,
can't take my heartache from you,
can't freeze time and look at you,
make yourself mine,
sweet darlin.
Wellspring May 2018
Pounding,
Throbbing,
Stinging pain.

It keeps punching,
Kicking,
At my brain.

I can't see out of my eye.
Not with this,
This solid grip.
Slowly tightening around it.

My vision is cut off,
My pain unbearable.
No one can help me from this deathlike grasp,
Because Migraine has a hold of me now.
Yup. I'm in pain. Ouch.
Kerri Jan 2016
The feathery touch
Of your skin
Is so sincere and warm
My blood starts throbbing beneath.
The bond between
Our hearts
Is strongly entwined
Obtaining a new truth.
Your breath,
Your touch,
Your gaze,
All drive me sanely mad
I no longer choke
On my own loneliness
Because you are my new clarity,
Igniting a flame in my soul,
Jumbling the insides
Of my stomach
In some chaste way.
I'm naive to your potency,
The fool...
Letting your love
Stain my heart
With no regrets.
A poem I wrote when I was 17
If i could be a heartthrob or a heart-breaker
I'd be a heartthrob.
A pretty simple choice
Because i hate breaking a girl's heart
I actually care unlike certain men
But i'm not the only one of my kind
We're amass
You just have to look for us.
Going the extra mile
To pursue us.
Perri May 2015
on autopilot all day
then the moment the sun goes down
the lights go off
the eyelids shut
the pilot finally takes control
and starts a long, vicious nosedive
into the icy cold ocean of thoughts
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