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My joints ache inside my body Heart is pounding like a hammer in my chest Veins are itching with emptiness It is lonely without the company of chemicals to converse with my cloudy thoughts Come home Need you now more than ever I am waiting for you to make me feel alright
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
Pounding Like A Hammer
Disconcerted by Michael R. Burch Meg, my sweet, fresh as a daisy, when I’m with you my heart beats like crazy & my future gets hazy ... Keywords/Tags: Meg, love, lover, fresh, daisy, heart, heartbeat, crazy, pounding, future, hazy, bachelorhood, engagement, marriage
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:30 AM UTC
Disconcerted
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 8:04 AM UTC
Untitled
astonished by the relentless pounding of my mind the threshold has been reached, breached, and unleashed unleashed to the smugness and complacency within themselves can you hear the outrageous containment can they exist in harmony what to do, oh what to do Brian Hill - 2020 # 40
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
What to Do
We love the heart For how it beats aloud For none to see and only one to hear
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
Pounding Heart (third love)
i blow the smoke out along with my worries for the night i feel my eyes get heavy i feel my body getting light see my veins protruding under my skin hear my heart pounding aggressively within my stomach yearns for hot food the music puts me in a good mood i feel a roller coaster in my head before i know it I'm in bed
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
high, how are you?
From the tears that fall To the pounding wall Nothing stings more Then the hurting inside
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Hurting
It's a rhythm, Pounding in my brain, For words to match. That's the aim. This poem has rules, For which I make The words to follow Or the rhythm breaks. Four lines a verse entails. The rules are clear to me. Lines second and last Must have synchrony. Some call this rhythm poetry, To most a simple rhyme, The words are much more to me. They help improve my mind. With every verse I write New words come to me. The rhythm and good luck enhance my vocabulary. Like the pulsing of a drum. The rhythm has a beat. The words, they march to that. With measure and repeat. Now the poundings stopped. The words all written down. I can rest a while Listening for that sound.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Rhythm
It burns like an acid, these hot tears, Tearing through my skin. The inside of my chest shredded, And it's your hand this time, That holds the carving knife. Through it all, I hear a pounding-                                                                      It's my hand on the table.                                           As some tune's stuck in my head.                                           I look around at all my friends,                                           Grins and smiles a blaze by the fire.                                           And for the first time in a long while,                                           I join in, and I'm okay.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
And I know You're dead.
demons hold me back tether me away from the outside world i can't go out there don't make me go my mind is eerie but i know what to expect these demons are my friends they know me best why did you decide to make my body home stop pounding on my chest i know you're not alone there are millions of you only one of me i'm outnumbered please just set me free
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
A million to 1
I want someone to look at me the way I look at her for them to be filled with joy at seeing me heart pounding from a goofy smile to have someone want to spend all their free time with me I want someone to love me the way I love her
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
It's what we deserve
the pounding in my head only stops when my head is resting on your shoulder.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
i’m talented. i can sleep with my eyes open now.
The heaviest weight drags the heart and hooks on strongly, piercing the chambers, prolonging through all hells of the body in the name of sanity.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Heartbeat
"Amber Noise" The amber noise of sunrise the sable dead tonight And in between a spectrum of beings sentient Accost the earth with myriad feet pounding as a drum A frantic beat of busyness gild vestibule of mind
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
Amber Noise
I write with letters of the silent alphabet the foreword is a short criticized page. With my heart pounding and silence as my bed I notice that my life will step to another stage. I will not be a poet, I will just pretend that I use noble and enchanted words I'll write, but I'll be not famous at the end I'm going to search for the emotions of verbs. And the non-colorful muse with which I feed, will be hiding in the comfort of billions of stars will feel melancholy this entire universe of greed my eardrums will have an echo of silence and scars.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
THE ALPHABET OF SILENCE
my feet are pounding the ground but it feels like im flying my heart is beating like drums but i can't feel it at all all i know is that im a few steps away from freedom can my feet take me there? maybe i can leap to it i can't fail i need this i need to be free i want my own air in my lungs no, not want need i need i need to be free
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
5.19.17
The first day that I met you My heart was pounding in my chest But it could have been because I ran there, to the Starbucks On the Ave The one you used to work at But maybe it wasn't because I was In such a rush It could have been the coffee I've heard that can increase your Heart rate Or maybe both of these are wrong You see, I was born with a slight Arrhythmia Which messes with the way my heart beats But maybe it was my hearts way of saying This one is the one There's no way of knowing But ever since that day I've been smitten; Scheduling my whole day around Getting to see you And I even remember the first time I rode in your car Because You were worried about me But it became a regular thing You drove me home on the nights You worked a close And each and every time I fell more and more And you started to feel like home Because home is not a place But a feeling in the heart, And maybe it was my arrhythmia But I've felt it since the start And then you up and left You moved so far away But you needed to be with your family I just wish you could've stayed So I guess I had to visit Because I was craving you so much You see, you're like a drug to me, You're my ****** My crutch Because I wouldn't make it Through every day life Without your voice to hold onto And our conversations replaying Over and over In my painseeking mind Play it through Then rewind Again and again I reminisce you And every time we're together it's like The world stops And as we lay together You tell me "I can hear your heart beating are you okay?" And maybe you heard The arrhythmia Which is why you were concerned But my heart pounds in my chest Like the timpani in an orchestra And every third beat is half the length of the others, But that's just the arrhythmia
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Arrhythmia
The first day that I met you My heart was pounding in my chest But it could have been because I ran there, to the Starbucks On the Ave The one you used to work at But maybe it wasn't because I was In such a rush It could have been the coffee I've heard that can increase your Heart rate Or maybe both of these are wrong You see, I was born with a slight Arrhythmia Which messes with the way my heart beats But maybe it was my hearts way of saying This one is the one There's no way of knowing But ever since that day I've been smitten; Scheduling my whole day around Getting to see you And I even remember the first time I rode in your car Because You were worried about me But it became a regular thing You drove me home on the nights You worked a close And each and every time I fell more and more And you started to feel like home Because home is not a place But a feeling in the heart, And maybe it was my arrhythmia But I've felt it since the start And then you up and left You moved so far away But you needed to be with your family I just wish you could've stayed So I guess I had to visit Because I was craving you so much You see, you're like a drug to me, You're my ****** My crutch Because I wouldn't make it Through every day life Without your voice to hold onto And our conversations replaying Over and over In my painseeking mind Play it through Then rewind Again and again I reminisce you And every time we're together it's like The world stops And as we lay together You tell me "I can hear your heart beating are you okay?" And maybe you heard The arrhythmia Which is why you were concerned But my heart pounds in my chest Like the timpani in an orchestra And every third beat is half the length of the others, But that's just the arrhythmia
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Sparkly like strings of red garlands there lives a little dustball man in my lower abdomen rubbing his tiny warm hands together in complete delight. Always singing the silliest of songs his round chubby cheeks flaming bright pink just thinking of our kiss last night behind the dumpster.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Thaumaturgy
The radio is so loud; My father's voice sounds Like thunder. The car is too squeaky; The cat meowing sounds Like an obnoxious alarm. My own thoughts are too noisy; My voice sounds Like waves pounding on the shore. It's like someone turned my Sensitivity levels all the way up; Like some form of torture.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Sensitivity
It's pounding. It's beating. It's louder than breathing. This wild heart locked in my cage. So full of emotion. Feeling this rage. Wants to break out. When words speak the language. Feel love in the crowd.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Wild heart
Not making a sound, Trapped in my inner self, With Acid field lungs, Pounding in my ears are deadly drums Caged in like monkeys Are the voices that surround my head Autumn burns like fire Tied to my neck is a short wire Autumn doesn't scream I'm free Because it feels as if I'm trapped in this 21 century Not making a sound As I'm Connected to that wire Feet are unable to touch the ground Here I stand not making a sound
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Not Making A Sound...
My lungs are burning And I start to sweat, Not being able to breathe Is my biggest threat. My lungs fill with water, And my breath gets shallow, My chest is pounding, But my heart is hollow. My pulse is slowing, And my stress is on the rise, The pressure inside me is increasing, As tears gather in my eyes. My throat starts to shrink, And my airway begins to close, I begin to fall unconcious, And blood drips from my nose.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Drowning from the Inside
In only minutes, surging wind brought rain, then pounding hail into this verdant canyon. The mountain disappeared into the mist, and in its place the full arc of a brightening rainbow. Almost as quickly, the mountain's face reappeared, while more rain poured down, now through brilliant sunlight. The rainbow remains, plunging its feet into the very roots of the valley.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Prose Poem, July 17th
You wouldn't be able to tell if their were tears running down my face. I'm in no ordinary place, I'm surround in this large case There's no air, There is a a light above, "I stare" I wonder if I could be seen, if you would care... Underwater I am there, I can no longer bare My heart pounds, As a sound of a helpless life drowns But I will not be a mount of sand For I will float to the top By the time my heart stops
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Under Water
caked with wet empty dread gnawing for moist marrow i see white lies in your eyes boy (child)          clown with lobotomy ice picks driven through (dripping) he screams at me (crawling on ceiling) the grand cosmic joke no one's laughing (head turns) ugly dead frozen little boy girl ***** (who is really the specimen) i **** it (her) {him} [me] raw till no longer can hear death rattle raw sour note (bleeding) bone chips saw you eat me in my dreams fried raw and ****** (my liver and onions get you drunk) pounding some incessant f note on **** little black dress keys till dust till dusk till we do part silly tell tale heart only haven't buried me yet
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
night terrors