"heartbeating" poems
The beat of my heart changes in your presence
Can sound like slow steady thumps one moment
The rhythmic blinking of two piercing eyes
But the millisecond you approach me
The heart stuck on the invisible metronome within is flung wildly
I do not possess the strength to control it
I have enough leverage to confine it to the prison inside my chest
And after it's behind bars I feel it pounding against its cell
For freedom
The easy paced beat suddenly switches to the fast thumping of a dogs tail wagging with sheer delight
Hitting the floor repeatedly
I take a minute
Reflect on the difference and I have an epiphany
THIS is how my dog feels when I come home from work each day
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
i shouldn't be allowed to like things.
you know what i do.
you've seen.
i've heard.
so shinyprettyprecious.
so new.
this thing.
it makes me want to curl up and die,
i love it so.
let's run the tape back and see that one more time--
one more time--
one more time--
one more time--
one more time--
let's run the tape back--
every once over
every last glance
every 'oh it's so beautiful'
i want to shove my words back down my throat
make sure they're properly digested
it's too perfect.
too good to be true.
certainly too good
for you.
'well you see, this is what your problem is...'
you're stuck in a fantasy, you are
do you not see this?
yes i do.
i know it, and i see it every time, thank you.
you are so wise.
how could i not see?
fuckin' a.
indeed.
i don't need to be reminded.
i am well aware.
i think i've learned enough on my own.
you were there.
you saw.
i told you everything.
you know the tale better than myself,
and it was i who endured the affair.
oh christ.
hey, let's not bring Him into this, okay?
you're right, i apologize.
we know better.
yes we do.
is it as good as when it started?
was it ever that good?
does it need to be?
will this always be this way?
"is this going to be forever?"
oh 'God' i hope.
if there is someone on the other end of this rope
please pull me up.
meet me on the other end
see if we can't
make the most out of this dance floor.
i want to talk until my throat is raw.
you kiss my lips until i swear i saw
my future in a song i never heard before.
the sound reverberates
reverberates
my stomach shakes
heartbeating in my throat
and breaks
into a million tiny pieces
floating above our heads.
better than wearing it on my sleeve
i'll just throw it on the ground for you
to pick it up.
hold it forever.
it's yours.
or raise your foot and bring it down
as you probably should.
maybe all i want is to be miserable
so the pursuit of happiness
will never end.
every day a little better than before
every day a little more hopeful for
what we've promised ourselves we'll find.
a clever trick if you can
believe in your own lies...
the happiest man is
the one who feels
the least discomfort with
the lies he tells himself.
you've become addicted to life
and the pleasures that it brings you
and every day you spend
still breathing
shows your greed for what isn't yours.
and that may be so,
that i'm an addict,
and if it is
i hope i die of an overdose:
happy and a liar.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Chrysanthemum
Weary, dressed in pearl
Old like a sea whale
Ancient.
Records of ancient cults
Missing you
Need to haunt me again
Indifferent to breaths and
Your
Heartbeating, pulses
Starlight bright night
Cooing me to second sight
A psychic without ties to
Mischievous spirits
Collected
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Stumbling across the periphery,
Escapist tendancies surface henceforth and again.
Deafened heartbeating thunderously infectious.
Caution to the wind.
Caution, in the brittle spirit of intermittent heartache.
Slanting sideways in the wind.
Battered yet standing have,
Caution. The winds of change blow away.
Strung along the periphery.
Tighter than pianostrings.
Pluck, pluck away,
And listen to my songs for,
My crescendo has yet to come
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Dealing with darkness
Is like Dealing with Roses
And you know what?
I LOVE my darkness
I see beauty in Rawness
I Respect Honesty
I thrive in darkness
I specialize in love
like Donna Summer once said..
And you Laughing like A Dude
but let's face it
Let's embrace it
The most wonderful things in life
Are the Ones you dare to Dream
Are the ones you Dare to Act.
I really can't understand why people discourage each Other
For me Everything's needs to change
I wont be a part of this echoing crowd
I wont be a part of the fake plastic Dreams
I am the change
I am the freedom
No games
No pretend
great music inside and Ahead
Hear it Roaring killing All your Doubts
So violent so bright..
We are here to encourage each Other
you my sistar and my brother
I see no reason to be against your soul
I see no meaning in this fake plastic world
paradoxically I let it be the fuel for my Ongoing journey
In my heart I trust In the rawness I embrace
There's a mental pollution
And reLOVEusin is the Only Solution
I am the Revolution
And You are the revolution If you want to
Dont Die with the music inside your soul
Now is the Time
Each moment is sacred each moment is a new life
everythings breathing
Everythings heartBeating
Everythings Dancing
The beauty and the beast is inside..
Let's conquer our shadows and thrive
I send you silent blessings
And my love is embracing you
My wild love is warming your soul
keep Love your heart
Why compromise?
Let your Golden miracles take Flight!
Love and Music is by your side
and we're traveling like the speed of Light..
Pure intentions
peace of mind
Acceptance and release
the beauty and the beast.
FIRE!
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
make her smile with some small thing
and i love so much the light in her eyes
make her giggle with some silly thing
and i love so the sound of her joy
her romance necklace breaks just so
she delicately wraps me up in her arms
she wants to wear me instead
tight oh so tight can feel her heartbeating against mine
feel her dissolving into me
like a warm dreamy milkshake swimmer
she lands a quick kiss
just a touch and go
touch and go she laughs wildly silly girl
so close to me i can feel her soul moving to the music
so close i can feel her heartbeat against mine
she wears me all kinds of naked and unafraid
i steal kisses all over
and she looses herself on my bare skin
touch and go
but never going far
cause shes close enough to hear
the love she feels in her heart growin
to hear the romance garden flowin
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
this poem is not about angels nor demons,
but humans and their faulty stars
how they sleep with a pile of words
on their head,
which gets tossed to the floor when
the alarm clock screams six
how they seek refuge in an arcade,
playing each game to the end,
leaving empty-pocketed
how they think, I can't rest until we
start to kiss
when lips only beg for more upon meeting
so yes, this poem is not about gods nor devils,
but people, breathing, heartbeating people
who sleep and play and wonder
when it will cease
-c.j.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Winter. What a beautiful part of the year. The times you look out the window and see how beautifully snow falls. When the whole ground is beneath the white bedsheet. Snow covers ***** cities full of sinners. Snow hides flaws, our most dreadful nooks and corners.
Winter is the best time to fall in love like you have never. Ever. When everything seems so cold instead of your lover's heart that can warm you. When everyone seems so cold but in your lover's arms everything gets better somehow.
Nothing could be better than keep warm under a white blanket with someone. Or look upon skyes with nothern lights and dimly lightening stars breathing in the deapth of cold space but shine to warm others eyes.
There is nothing better than just soundessly listen to nature, your heartbeating and have a way somewhither.
Nothing can be better than fall in love with you...
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
In goes one,
Head hung low.
Arms in a fold,
Hands deathly cold.
Stares and glares,
Across the room.
Panic emerges
As they hover
and loom.
Small pleas
and prayers
Leave their mouth.
But no sirens heard
When they begin to shout.
A shout becomes a cry,
A cry for a guide.
Somewhere to hide,
Feeling ready to die.
But no guidance
They recieve,
All alone and weak.
Waiting for nothing,
Responses are bleak.
No comfort to share,
Not a word of care.
No genuine meaning,
Just simply speaking.
No heartbeating,
Mind leaving,
As you rot
In your own mistake.
As your soul,
Once young and bold,
Now ice cold,
From another life
Not saved.
Now in goes two,
Bodies hung so small.
Words spoken in tired voices;
'We are the ones that made the call'.
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
Off coloured heart inside
pastel and violet breastbone.
With your fists and head confide,
A need to be alone.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC