"atria" poems
Lovesick and you've got the cure.
Got all these symptoms. You know what for.
Don't be afraid of this contagious disease,
Just take my requisition form.
I've made room for you in my atria and ventricle.
You're the capillary to my arteriole and venule.
You're the amniotic fluid to the child in my heart.
I find you even in the interstitial parts.
Treatment like uours is like a centrifugAl force.
So be the **** stasis my heart is longing for.
Some homeostasis is what we need.
We will make compromises to succeed.
Lay me supine and you in prone.
Sensory neurons fire
Exocrine glands make to pressure
Spark endocrine glands to hear you moan.
Without your heart I'd be anemic.
Withiutbyour arms I'd be half a paraplegic.
Your kisses give me air, without them I'm cyatonic.
You're the fibrin in my veins, to my pain an anesthetic.
I'm ready for some long-term care and affection.
Got a chronic condition that needs your attention.
I k now I'm concluded, parts of me sclerosed.
Don't wait post mortem to know that you're the most.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Alone into Rainy, twist a Dai clove, pattering rain, wind lingering foot Yuhuan, lengthy dark gray rain curtain hung plaintive, oblique rain splashes dusty track marks, those rainy season, those day's dependent, those nostalgic every night in this late spring rain, scraping completed my cold lonely, rain turned into a long and narrow alley Resentment, thwarted flows into atria, cool diffuse through the apex. Do not turn around in your mind of the day, I count, chatter thoughts of you, and for your Ai resentment, Acacia entanglement, filled Chu pain, no know what to say, but unfortunately does not help, once the owner of the rain falling, once clouds drifting sea oath, I never touched your warmth, sigh Lane is a rain: Wife - Why shallow edge. (yiwu export)
Came alone intersection, waving a monotonous right hand, held in our left vague shadow, the breakdown of the raindrops bounce dust, Red rain, your shadows, swaying like a willow in the rain erratic, like a hard rain exhibition wings flutter Ling heavy, like rain, pedestrians hurry hurry ...... once Pengguo footprints Bingqing appearance of your hands, had led a faint in the rain blessings Juyi Peng broken tile rain dream, comfort our goodbyes, we pay homage to the past. Acacia is the way the dust, whisk Yang is confusion of resentment, lost pain.
This year's rainy season to refresh my mind, I view Acacia dream dreams, the pain, resentment cut into the rain, stuck into the soil; tears into the hands of deep stone, sank; to have a bunch of rendering painful injury worry text buried in the memory, so that resentment heart of the sea to swim, let the pain out of the bone marrow, dusty track once marks, wound treatment desolate, firmly stand in Kuwata, enterprises no longer envy sea water. (yiwu export agent)
Let love and hate, love and hatred, grace and resentment, thinking and pain in the rainy season falling, drifting in the rainy season. I left alone a pool of water, the flow of soulful call. (Yiwu buying agent)
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 5:03 AM UTC
(Plaster cast at Pompeii)
[THE TOUR GUIDE]
*“Ladies and gentlemen, here we are at Pompeii's
fabled Thermal Baths where heated water was
passed through duct work in the walls. One can
imagine Nero himself stopping here on one of
his visits.”*
[BONITO]
Bonito stepped out of the bathhouse and looked up.
Vesuvius rumbled - shaking ash and fire skyward.
Breaking into a run he sought the south road,
glancing back anxiously at the
vast dark cloud billowing down the mountain.
*"The principal city roads were recessed
and wagons were required to have standardized
wheelbases and clearances to fit in channels cut
into the stone. Follow me please to the residential
area.”*
He gained the road and his feet
pounded the stones of the “via stabiana.”
The cloud multiplied and fell on the city.
Ever deepening layers of ash clogged Benito’s path.
Heart pounding in his chest he lengthened his strides.
*“Leaving the opulent villas with their spacious
atria, we now enter the market area where we
shall see a display of remarkable interest. During
excavations, empty spaces were discovered in
the ash deposits.”*
The rising ash captured his left leg.
Bonito inhaled the fiery air and ******
forward into a burst of falling soot
but was unable to finish his stride.
*“Archaeologists poured plaster into the voids
revealing the outlined bodies of Pompeiins
trapped in their final moments. Take, for example,
this man caught in mid-step with no time
to escape the life choking dust.”*
June, 2006
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
I am the heart surgeon's hand,
working on his audience
in cardiac arrest,
But this *****
it's beating,
slowly,
I need to
speed it
up,
Actors
surround me
in latex gloves,
***** and cut
with utensils
I pick to ****
The Epi,
The Myo,
The Endo,
Three layers
my gloves
must fold under,
We must
prevent
sudden cardiac death,
To notice
drama
through superior atria,
To hear
oxygenated emotion
through the body,
As long as they're breathing,
hearts pumping,
the performance is at play.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
when i think about you
i think about how my heart tried to hit the brakes
throw my anatomy into neutral
calm
contained
but you crashed me into a meadow
where dandelions rest upon my collarbones
and roses grow inside my atria
i think about how i would use the ash from your cigarette
and trace the veins on your arms
trying to make a map
so i’d never go off track
so my fingers could run marathons on your ribs
so my fingers could tie your heartstrings in knots
in hopes the feeling would never leave
i think about how when you say you love me
my mind grows heavy with ‘what-ifs’
‘for how long’
and ‘what about him’
but when i look into your eyes
and i see us
diving in and out of your aqueous humor
ripping the retina from the walls and making our own colors
i know who i am
i know who i need to be
i think about how making love with you
turns my body into a wave
frequency high enough to shatter the chandeliers
the chandeliers that reflect you back to me
the chandeliers that sway with each breath we take
when i think about you
i think about the best parts of this world
the love and the hope
and how i wish to experience all of these
with you
hand in hand
driving past the meadow
refusing to step on the brakes
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Trix sat in his comfy seat, his friends
All waiting for his words of as the race was
Set in the dust nebula Atria
Its dark in space only stars glitter.
But in the dust cloud it was like rainbows blossomed
A light show of the universal beauty.
Right my fluffiest friends its time to launch.
3
2
1
Rockets ignited and away they went,
Captain Trix was nibbling on a cucumber stick.
Then from no where the naughty Cat Captain Frost
Bashed and knocked at their ship, and off the
Race course they fell. They tumbled into a pocket of
Darkest space. Captain its dark in here, the lights
Faded and all was dark. Trix could hear teeth chattering.
Be calm my friends, there is nothing scary in the shadows.
Take out your carrot coins, and nibble, chew,
And with that, once finger licked and all was chomped
All that was heard was trix voice, right can we all
See? yes captain carrot vison is a go.
They set a course out of this darkest place and
Out they popped into normal space, colours gleamed
As they saw they were in last place.
Rockets burst into action and they flew in
And out, weaving through the clouds
One pasted, two pasted, three pasted
Now they were in second place.
Who should be in first place naughty Captain Frost
He had a coat as white as snow. but that was
As far as his niceness did go. He was a naughty
Kitty and everyone did know.
Sir he is blocking our path, we cant get through
Ok secret decoy time fluffy friends.
3
2
1
Cats attention set adrift sir, and into space it wondered,
In sight of Captain Frosts view. Out came the holding
Claws, and the space wool did bobble and excitement
Was the pleasure of kitties day. While they entertained
Themselves, Captain Trix did glide on past.
Full speed ahead as they race past the finish line.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
There is a quiet blood that seeps
from the corners of my atria that
you are missing from.
I had four chambers wide yet
i could not hold you in one
you wanted to erase the line of your lips
from mine.
Torn from you it's a wonder
how these alveoli still do move
in not moving with the rhythm
of your breath (it wasn't enough--)
inhibition kept my lips sealed
but now i cry out for your touch
expectations had me reeled
but now have left me dry.
Do you think of me? I
am terrified it's not so
are you happier, are you
better off without me?
Please say no, no, (no!)
I never knew how much
I'd need you (I need you),
the caress of your finger prints
against the walls we call
skin that I hide within.
You consume my mind in this
wonderful tsunami I'm ravaged in
yet you left me to drown
but my words had all left
and I am far gone, so silent
I am in a thousand mile aperture
that took me away from you.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
It turns out that breathing is far from living
The presence of a pulse is no guarantee you’re alive
I’d been told this before
Arrogance, ignorance,
I’ll throw away all I am told!
Find it out for myself
Why should I believe what you say
Who are you to help me?
I want to scramble
I want to fall down
Crash into a power pole and forget my past
Jump into the water and forget to come up
I assure you, I’ll be fine
In and out
I have a fully functional heart,
Atria and ventricles, depolarise and contract
send my blood surging
My lungs are functional
I can even hear and see all by myself
I have air and water and nutrients
I have everything I need, sir,
Everything I need.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
Playing jai alai with my heart
Your throw is amazingly good
Ricochet ****** ***** darts
Atria gushing as it would
Bouncing off wall into never should
I stand here mesmerized
By folly of your play
Leaving me somehow paralyzed
With brutal force you slay
"Hurled out of bounds," as game say
In your court I'm trembling
With sped rebound do I struggle
Propelled to dissembling
Will you hold or will you juggle?
My heart a mere pumping muscle
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
I took a needle
Bright and clean
And threaded it through my ventricles
Tied a knot tight
Atop my atria
And hung my heart from my wrist
It felt warm in my palm
And slippery,
Afraid of being held too long
It swung from my wrist
Like a shackle
Like an invitation
Until I hid it in my sleeves in winter time
I hung my heart at my side;
I’d never lose it
And lose it I never did
But in the wind
And when I tossed at night
Slowly it rusted. And cracked
I turned my wrist over once
Just to show you
You pulled my heart from my wrist
And in your hands
It shattered
And the line drew taught
And there I hung.
From the strands of my heart
That you held in your hands
I dangled, still in your grasp
And I hung at your side
Like a prison ball
Like a prize
Lose me,
You never will
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
I have 10 toes.
2 ears.
2 legs.
32 teeth.
countless numbers of hair.
10 fingers.
2 arms.
1 nose.
and half of a heart.
Where did my other half go?
He took it.
He didn't just pick it out like when you grab the milk from the fridge.
He plucked it out of me like yanking the thick weeds with roots buried inches deep within the soil.
I remember it was chilly and we were at the top of the ferris wheel and the merry-go-round sang to us and shadows danced on the cement below and the giggles seem to echo through the air forever.
But through all the chaos around us, all that was on my mind was you.
Thats when you reached in and yanked out the left half.
I guess it makes sense cause you took the left and you left and you're right to leave the right half and I am okay.
I forgive you.
But my right half is lonely.
He says, "It is a much tougher job to carry the blood to the all the systems, but it is okay because my atria walls and ventricle valves still work normally.
They still allow her to function."
I guess that's what you wanted. Enough for me to keep living but not enough for me to live life.
See the right half only asks for you to take care of the left half. For they were once one.
They had made plans to one day visit the kidneys and stop by the pancreas even though they knew it wouldn't be systematically correct. The two halves of my brain are telling me to ask for the other half of my heart back because although it belongs to him it is not his to keep. It is the pericardial sacs and all the feelings are feeling but did you want me to feel or did you want me to forget?
By taking the left, I knew it was right and the blood in my body runs slower and my head thinks a lot faster and the left was something I needed not something I wanted. Maybe you needed that half to feel what it's like to love yourself. These are my numbers. No longer yours.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
over time my poetry rawer
my feelings for you flakier
be mine i wish to the heavens
yet leave me alone i whisper to my atria
as i count the last few days
where nods and smiles matter
i hope the viscerality of my feelings for you fades
or stacked in a box at the back of my mind
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC