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Yhama ButterFly Apr 2014
FactsAboutMe5

Maybe, life is not all about this.

I try to cultivate my relationships
mostly surrounding this gift.

and...
Unless you're down with me
at that moment,

Truth is...
I would abandon you in a heartbeat
for the company of writers & poets

with the exception of "Love" that is...

¥. ButterFly εїз ©
hillary litberg Jul 2019
it’s fresh sticks of vanilla deodorant,
cap’n crunch going on sale,
ladies selling mangoes in midtown,

it’s the pictures of baby cows,
the most specific dream tattoos,
documentaries about unsolved ******,

it’s an oxymoronic vegan cheeseburger,
striped shirts with a graphic one layered on top,
the clear memory of pacific air,

it’s all of robert smith’s hair,
prodigy kids on cooking shows,
stinging sunburns quickly fading,

it’s the perfume of onions and garlic sautéing,
smooth sidewalks where mom’s back is safe,
well-loved shoes that used to be white,

it’s an avocado perfectly ripe,
girls riding skateboards alongside boys,
rings that don’t turn fingers green,

its bras that won’t make memory foam of me,
jars full of change -- saving for something,
still going strong senior couples,

it’s an anthem that came up on shuffle,
the last clean socks without a hole,
chipped tooth smiles, snaggled ones too,

it’s just the word hullabaloo,
three new albums in a day,
someone else’s king sized bed,

it’s the **** pieces of loaves of bread,
an empty train after a long night,
dog tails that are just teeny nubs,

it’s sour candies and numb tastebuds,
weezer’s ever expanding discography,
end-of-day hair thrown into a bun,

it’s cobalt.
it’s b flat.
it’s twenty one.

it’s whistling.
it’s goosebumps.
it’s serendipity.

it’s getting out of the sound of the city,
untangling tiny necklace knots,
reuniting with my long distance cats,

it’s tongues to the tune of soundcloud rap,
learning a language even a little,
finally seeing real lighting bolts,  

it’s tourist dominoes when the train jolts,
finding keys -- being able to leave,
breaking in the most stubborn shoes,

it’s the empty after puking up *****,
flirting with customers and getting paid,
knowing every word and singing along,

it’s not breaking my friends’ bongs,
still doing cartwheels because i still can,
getting a thirty but taking an hour,

it’s waking up first, getting the warmest shower,
cutting my own hair, well, when it goes well,
having an umbrella when it starts to rain,

it’s getting out a demon stain,
taking pens from work, they don’t pay me
enough,
walking in to no lines at trader joe’s,

it’s picking things up with my toes,
learning the chord i’d been looking for,
tacking knick knacks on the walls,

it’s loitering in suburban shopping malls,
frosting cookies during christmas,
laughing for the first time in a while,

it’s getting told someone likes my style,
feeling a heartbeat other than mine,
sneaking in a second to breathe,

it’s witnessing every single thing,
picking through the good and bad,
and letting the little guys win,

it’s seeing.
it’s living.
it’s taking it in.
Citizen Rain Sep 2013
Shining in your eyes
One can see the lust you hide
In the trenches of your mind

You put on the impression
Of innocence and virtue
But it’s becoming evident
The visage is untrue

I’ll  show you a good time
Do you think you could too?
Come with me, we’ll find a place
And just like that, I got you

You refuse to stop talking
You’re playing with your brow
Yet you still have that twinkle
Oh god, I’d ******* now

You come in, we start drinking
You edge a little closer
We both know what you’re thinking
You ***** little poseur

We’ve played around enough now
Your need is getting dire
I move in, and start kissing
enthralled by your desire

It goes in, you are squirming
Good tempo, wistful action
Suddenly you gasp and moan
In overwhelming passion

Your hips are working hard now
Your heartbeat rises, you are panting
You whisper “please don’t stop now”
And then
together
******
***
Khoisan Oct 2022
He
was the architect,
first admiring others
took heed
and
designed
his
own,
the proudest moment
was,
when it took flight.
I
could hear my heartbeat
tugging away
at
his
  kite.
Raphael Uzor Jun 2014
Like black and white keys of a piano
Her heartbeat matched my solo chords
Together, our sync created music
Without lyrics, verses or chorus
But rich in unvoiced harmony
Singing our emotions to sleep
Amidst crescendos of fights
And playful passions...*


© Raphael Uzor
Alexis Ash Nov 2014
The truth is that letting go of you has not been an easy task
Time has not been kind
    To my fragile mind

Sadness reverberates inside my chest with every heartbeat when I think of you

Some days I flare with anger
Some days I crumble with the pain
Some days I'm fine

The memories are happy
But I try my best to suppress them
Because all they do is fill me with an aching, empty feeling

truth is--
I miss you,
I miss us
     But
The truth is
That you don't

The truth is
That I should be over you
Truth is
I'm not
Wanderer Apr 2012
BHT
Subtle ear drum wiggles
Dizzy spells spinning me around  while sitting down
I cannot quit laughing
Everything is breathing with caterpillar like intensity
My eyes are having a hard time deciphering what it is that they see
Back and forth soft breeze swaying heartbeat trees
Flowers growing in intensity
Their colors and size soon blind, blocking out the sun
I cannot quit laughing
My world becomes a violet hued blown glass fun house
Staring at the ceiling ripple and buck
Womp* Womp* Womp
Charlie Brown grown up scribble words
I cannot hear a **** thing you just said
Water slides down a numb throat
All of my parched cells soaking it up
Drowning the light feeling of flying that just possessed me
On it flows, down through every pipe
I cannot quit laughing
Down until my basement starts to flood
Ruining my only good pair of shoes
Postcard sent from the other side of everywhere
Coming back, falling hard
What a wild ride
Joel Thomas Nov 2019
The night is all black
And I feel that I've lost track
I'm all alone
And this loneliness gets my heart torn


I keep walking and it feels like I'm back in the same place
I could feel my heartbeat, resonating in me like a thumping bass
Don't know where I'm heading and how I'm gonna survive
The time for me to leave has come and I feel less alive


When everything seems lost I spot a teeny amount of light
In this darkness it shined really bright
As I got closer I figured it was a firefly
I've found something which will help me survive though it's smaller than my eye


It was there ahead of me showing me the way
In its I felt gay
Though it was tiny it had a huge soul
It's light faded away when I reached my goal
Emma Feb 2012
See what I see:
the trees clinging to these orbs of light
like spiderweb shadows cast by the moon
fingers once clasped, bent now to reflect
an eternal grasp
the instant illusion of age,
of near-death

the confrontation of another kind of cold,
the distant past and future
the distance between here and the horizon

Mental snapshot taken with shivers,
the tree follows me in whispers as my shadow shortens,
zipping my skin up to hide my heartbeat,
lock it away tightly,
walk into my footsteps
and the nighttime
swallows
the reasoned stillness
.
.
My recent stillness,
I notice,
reflects back at me in the
puddles left behind the storm
and the remnants of light flicker

like stars

hearts
beat
the rhythm
of
my feet

fading into the black and soft
and safety in the age-old breath of trees
Would love feedback on this one, particularly the ending. Thanks!
Julian Jul 2015
Times vibing with friends and having a positive conversation
About the equivocation in our nation as the L passes our little nation and our consciousness expands like a rubber band.

Hold your girls hand till you become one with her, remind her
That she resembles mother earth her womb is the home for
The little seeds you plant inside of her.
A wise guy told me "unity is the path"

So I thought we are  brothers & sisters united like petals in a flower.
Our society is all about power to grow money as tall as towers

Our society isnt interested in what grows the flower (unity)
But its interested in growing the green tree (money)

So ripple the energy of the flower to the nation
Spread positive vibes & positive energy
To the circles that surround you
And move in the heartbeat of humanity.

Peace
Courtney Joy May 2013
Sick of waiting for a truth I’ll have to find.
Eating from the inside.
Only your heartbeat calls back to me.
Rustling through the wind
Chanting to the beat of the drum
Calling me
Entrancing me
Entrapping my entirety.

So sick of all the wasted days
Ive used in angst to hear your name


A look at life through a simple lense
Something to which I do not contend
A simple agreement, accepted by fate
A burrowing shadow,
Encrypting my soul
Elating control
Until I’m no more.

At a loss of words
But submerged in pools of throughts
Spewing words up stream
All astray,
so complex yet so far away
Yet connected through time
In such a simple way

My life is but a silly rhyme
She glides unto my conscious
Twirling skirts
Flashing arms
Dancing with fireflies

Falling into summer time
Swirling waters
thunderstorms
Kisses in the corn field

Waiting on september's promise
Whirling ferris wheels
State fairs
Wild turkeys over there

Still I search for that heartbeat
Mirroring mine
hurrying . . . caring
. . . daring
I am Joe's bloodshot eyes.
I am Joe's clenched fist.
I am Joe's irregular heartbeat.
I am Joe's yearning ****** desire.
I am Joe's failing chemical receptors.
I am Joe's overdose.
I am Joe's attempted ******.
I am Joe's official autopsy.
I am Joe's medical examiner saying that he died from a cerebral hemorrhage.
I am Joe's mass grave.
I am Joe's lack of family and friends.
I am Joe's mistakes.
Star BG Feb 2018
Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes a-fixed to night vault
with its diamond stuttered stars.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
my tune of gratitude.

Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes bond with fire mistress sun
who shines in grand welkin.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
a tune of gratitude.

Love is in the air
Inspired by Valsa George poem Animation. A gift to the poetic world
Kyle Powers Apr 2014
my knees are stained
dyed from soil
scratched with thorns
graves of those who went too soon
babies whose cradles became caskets
fathers and mothers who smoked one too many cigarettes
no one thought that little boy’s nightlight would become so literal
/when did life become this/
with chains made of dead flowers
dust covering my eyelashes
these people are no longer able to simply be
and that can’t come from god
the moonlight pierces my skin with its sharp crescent
the stars slicing my pride
i lay down on this grave
allowing god to see the worn vessel
traveled too much
made too many mistakes
mistakes that shouldn’t have happened
mistakes i tell people didn’t happen
malignancy
but im still here
in the ******* cemetery
shoving my hands into the dirt
coating my nails with blood and death
hoping ill eventually find a heartbeat
and when i don’t
i look up to the sky
make a noose out of galactic chains
hoping the interstellar sacrifice will be right all those wronged
because that cant come from god
right?
Fumbletongue Jul 2018
Glass heart of nine lives
Voice bombs fall shattering eight
One red heartbeat left
Selena Irulan Oct 2013
Holding on to my pillow tight, wishing
it was you. Missing your thoughts thinking that
you left too soon... Come back and hold me tight, hypnotize me
so that i can sleep at night.. Your voice was so angelic to my heartbeat.
The harmony reconciling as our laughs filled the skies.. Come back and be with me.
Carsyn Smith Apr 2016
What are you supposed to do when you return to a ghost town?
Do you walk among the dead, pretending to belong,
breathing from a straw as you watch the shallow water rush over your senses:
filling your ears with the same white noise you tried so hard to run away from,
bombarding your mouth and consuming the space your voice would perch before it decided to fly,
making your gaze so blurred you're never sure exactly how shallow you've become or how far you've sunk,
wrinkling your fingerprints and numbing everything but the constant rushing of a thin layer of blue silk,
you cling to the memory of the tulips you paused to smell as it's replaced with the eerie aroma of copper…
but that straw, those frantic shallow breaths, is all that keeps you from floating along the stream of sleepwalkers that litter this town.
This valley is a cage and every tunnel you see makes your heart whisper
"You're almost there."
In a city where nothing stretches for the ever-clear postcard sky
except the fumes of the local factory,
the people crawl between city blocks whose red lights
cast a net crafted for salmons at narcissistic sardines.
The suburbs are quiet on school nights, at weekend's dusk, in holiday's dawn.
Teenagers who have lost interest in the quiet are up late either coughing up ****** or SAT scores,
all searching for a heartbeat they forgot how to feel,
straws protruding from their lips like unlit cigarettes.
Their eyes are cloudy, pupils expanded, the whites bulging with pulsing red rivers, delving deep into a landscape the world forgot.
They shuffle next to you, faces purple from the lack of oxygen, but they'll never say so because
haven't you heard?
the walking dead tend to eat the living.
liz Oct 2012
With little feet
I scurry up your leg
a noble ascension
and fly over your groin.
my feet patter on your stomach
my presence remains unacknowledged
because you are far in your dreams
and  my small body makes no sort of an impact

I wish to climb to your face
and gaze
but I will do of no such thing
because I have found warmth by your heartbeat
and I curl myself atop it
and though it is unsteady
it assures me you are alive
and this has become my favourite of spots
I cannot drown in the waves of your chest
and finally
I am not fearful of swimming
Dani Mar 2018
So much comfort in the sound of a human heartbeat
labyrinths Feb 2014
8:01 am
i kiss my cigarette
like i would kiss you
if you were here

10:31 am
i'm scratching your name
into the wood of my desk
as if it were my arm

11:56 am
winter weather isn't nearly as cold as my heart
when i'm missing you

1:07 pm
we take notes on love
i'm writing love letters to you
in iambic pentameter instead

4:09 pm
as i'm heading home
my heart wonders if yours missed mine
as much as mine missed yours

11:12 pm
i missed 11:11
but it's all right
because you have no way of getting here anyway

2:36 am
you're asleep and i'm imagining your heartbeat
pressed against my back and your steady breathing in my ear
the way it would be if i could sleep too

3:41 am
are you dreaming of me
the way i'm dreaming of you?

5:59 am
i don't have to text you goodnight
because i'll be dreaming of you anyway
Kittridge James Oct 2012
My fists repeatedly striking her face,
oh, how right it feels.
The way her nose crunches when it breaks,
oh, how right it feels.
The chunks of her skin under my nails,
oh how right it feels.
These handfulls of hair that I clutch,
oh, how right it feels.
Her screams of pain and suffering,
oh, how right it feels.
How her face turns purple as my grip tightens,
oh, how right it feels.
How her heartbeat starts to slow down,
oh, how right it feels.
When her eyes roll back,
oh how right it feels.
When her chest falls for the last time,

HOW ******* RIGHT THIS FEELS!!
Jesselyn Leach Oct 2014
You awaken the butterflies in my tummy when you blink.
The hair on my neck and arms stand up when you speak to me.
The pace of my heartbeat seems to increase when you walk toward me.
I know it’s early, and you scare easily but,
There’s a chest full of emotions I never got a chance to get out
& I need to…

My lady,
Let's build a love to last
What some call, everlasting love,
But not 'forever & a day' love
Cause hey-
Who's to say we'll see that last day?
At least my love is here to stay,
So don't run away
& leave me astray.
To fill the ashtray with our memories
Instead remember me,
In your smile.

& If I die before we reach our forever,
I'll ask the gatekeeper to send me back to you.
I'll be the warm breeze that lifts your skirt,
And the soft fabric of your favorite ****.
I'll be the sunshine that soaks into your skin,
The guiding voice that steers you
RIGHT, from within...
I'll be back for you.

I can't get enough of you,
See I over indulge my love for you
with every opportunity,
So I guess you could call me,
A binge lover

The forms of my love will change, often
But the passion & intensity will never soften
Like the pitch of my voice
When I'm shy or outspoken.
Feeling wild, feeling free, feeling unbroken
Inside I’m choking on words unspoken,
Because with you,
There's always something that trips me up.

Like that one time I forgot to tie my shoelaces,
And accidentally fell in love with you.
Remember that?
Probably not cause that's something I never told you.

Honestly,
I just want to hold you
Never scold you
But just show you
What it's like to learn & grow.
Though there are some aspects of love,
In which I don't know.
Like what to do after we've blown smoke at each other.
Cause it's not always going to be pretty,
But- my god... You're ******* pretty.

...I think this is how it started.
How I became one who loves in excess,
And only truly gets to express
What goes on in my chest,
Through words and line breaks.

My binging addiction
Starts with this pen and paper,
Maybe some wine or whiskey
Straight with no chaser
It ends with my heart not on my sleeve
But on this sheet of paper,
In which I’ll speak to those willing to listen.
& I’ll spend my nights
Meeting and greeting new people,
Hoping I’ll run into you.

I didn’t mean to trip on you,
Maybe our lines got tangled.
It would explain all the
Dropped calls, and moments during
Night falls, when I realized you weren’t coming back.

There are nights that I
Sit at the foot of my bed,
Looking at my half full/half empty heart
Made of glass.
As I try to figure out how to fill it.
These voids keep me lonely,
Bad dreams awake me,
Nightmares provoke me,
My inner demons evoke me,
When I find that what I’m smoking
Won’t take the pain away.

So, until that hole is filled,
I’ll keep tripping on heartbreaks,
Learning from mistakes,
Working on line breaks,
And stronger communication
Between my heart and my head.
And I’ll sit on my bed,
Writing poems about someone I once knew,
Who resembles the sun when it falls,
Who once held me dear and warm to her heart
Like day does dawn.

I read somewhere that,
No matter how wide you stretch your fingers,
Your hands will always be too small
To catch all the pain you want to heal.

It doesn’t matter how many nights I sit with my hands
Outstretched holding onto our memories like hourglasses
That are now emptied- because
You left me empty.

You know,
I still have that picture we took in front of the sunset,
After you told me you’d fill an hourglass full of fireflies
When I said I’d fill mine with rays from the sunrise.
I realized, you never meant to stay.
Just wanted to give me enough light to make it through the night,
And like sand & water slip through fingertips on sunny days,
You vanished with the shoreline.
Time wandered away, & the gypsie in your soul had reached it’s time limit.
And by the time the midnight moon
Casted a shadow against the water,
You were gone.
Alexei suddenly felt dizzy, his vision blurring and the sounds around him deepening, echoing in his mind in a slurred whisper. His legs gave out from beneath him and he fell into the snow. It burned as his skin touched it and he tried to cry out, but his own voice burned in his throat like alcohol. As he listened to the low cacophony of voices he heard one singular voice, smooth like silk. It was Fier's voice.
"Alex..."
He gasped as he heard it, as if a distant memory were replaying in his mind. She sounded pained, as if she were suffering.
"Alex! what have you done to yourself?! You look like a madman.. A wild wolf."
Alexei couldn't speak as his voice had caught in his chest. He looked around for her desperately. The blurring around his vision gave way to a blackened archway in the middle of the withering forest. The archway smelled like decay and smoke and Alexei felt himself being forced to shift into his alpha form. It hurt, like his first shift. His fur burned at the roots and his fangs dripped blood as they tore through his mouth. The air continued to burn as he panted.
He heard her voice again, from the arch.
"Alex. Come to me."
His paws moved without him, pulling him to the archway. He whimpered as he inhaled thick black smoke, stinging his lungs. His eyes burned as he looked into the arch, seeing a black hallway with a single candle at the end. He was forced through the archway, landing on ice cold stone. Alexei glanced back at the arch and saw nothing but emptiness behind him. The arch had simply dissipated. He swallowed hard and approached the candle, the room getting colder and colder as he approached its flame. He stood a breath away from the candle and he examined it. The wax was a glossy black, embossed with silver runes. The flame, once a bright yellow, now burned a deep purple. He sniffed the candle and smelled ash and fire, nothing more. He growled softly, feeling sick. His stomach lurched and he vomited blood. Alexei shook violently as the candle's flame brightened. He took a step back and tried to take a breath, finding no air, only more blood. His stomach lurched again and more blood erupted from his throat. The candle's flame burned a deep red and Alexei was pulled forward, off his feet. He rolled in the blood, clumping his fur together in sticky black and red clumps. The flame rushed towards him, holding him in place as it slithered to his chest. The flame felt cold, and it felt like something was being pulled from his body and when he was finally released, the flame had become a blinding white light.
Alexei could move freely now and he took a cautious step back, away from the pool of blood. The dizziness came back and he felt himself pass out.

Alexei woke up to Leiks frantically shaking him.
Alpha!!!
His eyes focused and he stood shakily, feeling his stomach churning. He felt empty inside, like something was missing.





Alexei felt a familiar dizziness as he collapsed, his eyes fluttering shut as they turned a solid black color. He gasped as he felt himself falling and when he opened his eyes, the ground was racing to meet him. He braced and the impact with the solid ground left him breathless, gasping for air. Once he got air in his lungs, he stood. There was no snow, the grass coming up to his calf. As he looked around, the trees seemed to tower over him, touching the sky. There was no light in the forest around him, a thick mist and dark shadows flitting back and forth within the treeline. It was menacing, the trees emanated sorrow and death, despite being plentiful and healthy. He suddenly became aware of a deep thudding in the forest, like a heartbeat that echoed in the trees. Alexei listened and pinpointed its location, aiming towards it and seeing a long, narrow bridge over a vast lake he had missed somehow. He approached it, judging by the creaking wood that the bridge must have been many centuries old. He hesitated, taking in the rest of his surroundings. The water was murky, almost black, and as he looked closer he felt like he could see things moving just beneath the surface. He swallowed hard and looked across the bridge, trying to see the end. To his dismay, the mist obscured what lie beyond.
"Leap of faith..."
He took a step forward on the bridge and felt it moan beneath his feet. He took another cautious step. Then another. He looked back and saw the forest had disappeared, and he was surrounded by the mist. He turned and continued down the bridge for what seemed like days. He heard whispers and distant screams in the mist. He dared not blink, though his eyes grew weary.
He heard footsteps behind him and he held his breath, stopping. He closed his eyes and reached for his sword, grasping its ice cold hilt. He opened his eyes and gasped, finding himself now on an island, floating above the clouds. He felt his heart aching and he stepped forward, observing. There was a stone stairway leading down below the clouds, which became thunderheads with lightning sparking below him. There was a cobblestone path leading to a stone altar on the island and he approached it. He saw ancient markings covering the altar. It was inscribed into the heavy stone slab, written in a language he couldn't remember. He placed his hands on the stone and it glowed a bright blue, causing the island to shake. He looked curiously at the runes, hearing the heartbeat again.
A moment later he heard the footsteps again on the stairs and he turned to face whatever was approaching. At the top step was Fier, but more gaunt, almost deathlike. In her hand was a shining dagger. Alexei staggered back against the altar as it approached him. The stone wrapped itself around his arms and legs, holding him in place above the slab of archaic runes. Fier was approaching slowly and Alexei watched as she raised the dagger above her head. He struggled against the stone to no avail. Alexei felt his breath catch in his throat as Fier gored him, stabbing through his heart. He heard the heartbeat louder now as his blood coated the runes of the altar. Fier pulled the knife from his chest and he gasped as more blood gushed from the wound and his strength failed. She smiled wide and she stabbed him again and again until a cavity formed in his chest. Tears streamed down Alexei's cheek as she reached into his chest, breaking the ribs one by one as she dug into him. She held the knife in her teeth as she snapped the bones, exposing his heart. Alexei screamed until his voice was gone, shaking violently. She hummed softly as she took the knife to his arteries and veins, pulling Alexei's still beating heart from his chest. They were both drenched in blood and Fier smiled as she placed his heart on the altar. Alexei's vision blurred from the pain and he saw a glass case form around his heart. He felt his body go ice cold as the stone that held him still finally let go. Fier giggled, licking the blood from the dagger before holding it to his throat, "See you soon baby."
Alexei ****** awake in a strange bed, drenched in sweat. He clutched at his throat and chest, feeling his skin crawling where the knife had cut into him. His bones ached where they had been broken.
There was a glass of water on the table next to him and he took it, gulping it down in seconds. Alexei set the empty glass down and sat on the edge of the bed. His body felt alien to him. The feeling that something was missing came back to him as he tried to stand. The lights turned on and he recoiled in pain, the light hurting his eyes.
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
I’m alone
In a cold dark room sitting by a unplugged phone
Waiting for your voice to bring me to you
So that you can hold me like you used too
So that I can feel the calm
And your hand in my palm
I’m alone
In a cold dark room wanting to hear your loving tone
Lay down with you and hear your heartbeat
Like a melody, the sounds so neat
I do really need this
It’s you I want to be with
I’m alone
In a cold dark room listening to the moan
Of the person I used to be withering away
Thinking of you every passing day
I need you by my side
I hope we haven’t died
I’m alone
In a cold dark room where I roam
Waiting for you to come back
And fill my heart with what it may lack
I miss your every touch
So, so very much
I’m alone
In a cold dark room which is my only home
I need you to come back and save me
I’m falling to oblivion, can’t you see
These trials I know we can beat
For you are my light and heat,
I’m alone…
Renee Mar 2015
God, do I wish I had a way to turn back time
get a rewind
replay all the memories,
change a lot of things.

Every time I hugged him,
I think of you.
I glance at where you sat,
without realizing,
and an overwhelming sense of sadness engulfed me

I wish I could change time,
I wish I wouldn't have done those things,
I wish I wouldn't have ignored you,
chose someone that's going to hurt me,
wish I still felt good enough for you,
wish I didn't think I deserved to be hurt,
and I'm sorry for all of these things,
and if I had one chance,
I'd redo it all.
From August to March.
I'd fix everything I've done.
I'd save you from the explosive one.

I regret everything
with all of my heart,
and all of my soul.

I keep thinking of you,
and your kisses,
your hugs,
and the words we shared,
I remember the fights,
I remember falling in love with you
I remember
I remember hurting you
I remember holding hands across my yard,
I remember the first time I went to your house
I remember when you started talking to me
I remember my ex girlfriend hating you..
I remember.
If I could change all of the hurt
all of the pain
all of the fights,
all of the regret,
I would,
in less than a heartbeat,
and if it killed me,
I wouldn't care.
If it wasn't hurting you.
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2022
Child,
Why did no one
eve teach you
that you cannot
turn people
into homes?

People are rivers,
ever changing,
ever flowing.
They will disappear with
everything you put
inside them.

Still,
your home does
have a heartbeat.
But it isn’t one
locked in
anyone else’s
chest.

Just
look inside
your own!
cosmo naught Jul 2013
Quietly sleeping, maybe dreaming,
I hear your heartbeat over mine.
I like it better.

Not long ago we spent nights awake,
holding hands, staring past the ceiling
fumbling for words like kids
arranging lettered magnets on a refrigerator door.
So afraid of the feelings
buzzing in our chests like frenzied honeybees
and the sweet, simple words they made
in the combs of our hearts.

The sweet, simple words on the tips of our tongues.
Oh, I could taste them each time you kissed me.

Now we lie here,
quietly sleeping, maybe dreaming
or holding hands, staring past the ceiling
resting on the flowerbed our love made.
Jude Quinn May 2022
We are all kids
Looking through windows,
Wondering if someone could come out and play with us.
But no one ever does.

I'll burn the forest with your hair
And bend my soul with your lips,
Cause I'm just waiting
For the day I can see you
Without worrying about who's seeing you too.

You got me fighting with my ego.
I never thought I'd feel so lost
Without me.
How does one hold on and let go
At the same time?

Maybe you'll tell me in your heartbeat
I'll keep my head close to your chest,
When we go to sleep.
Dyllies May 2010
darkness of heartbeat.
no world, no longer appealing.
the accompaniment,
not there, no more.

drums, they used to play.
thumping like how we liked.
in the blink of an eye,
disappearing seems all.

— The End —