"heatbeat" poems - Hello Poetry

a stale giant under a smoking roof designs agony only befitting of i. up in another attic, the map of the day dissolved. hope in suffix, she cast another loop round my spine. a wound to forget to mend, a few days, some potable words. just carrying along. red, she still carves into my eyelids closed. a fool plays gambit above the ground. we were flanked by frigid soil, and given time the space bred in our met gaze would surely go to seed. but, questioning whether we'd even make a half-heatbeat through this mess, i can't convince myself you'd walk along more'n a couple miles. i'm becoming further away. in an instant you could catch me, though. i can wait. but not forever.

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

tom-mccone

circuitbreaker

a stale giant under a smoking roof designs agony only befitting of i. up in another attic, the map of the day dissolved. hope in suffix, she cast another loop round my spine. a wound to forget to mend, a few days, some potable words. just carrying along. red, she still carves into my eyelids closed. a fool plays gambit above the ground. we were flanked by frigid soil, and given time the space bred in our met gaze would surely go to seed. but, questioning whether we'd even make a half-heatbeat through this mess, i can't convince myself you'd walk along more'n a couple miles. i'm becoming further away. in an instant you could catch me, though. i can wait. but not forever.

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Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles and the smell of smoke had rotted my clothing away I think I may have tried scrubbing myself with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet the next morning sweat was everywhere in my eyes the only thing that made the stench go away was soaking myself in perfume until my skin pruned and i couldent breathe no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body who needs breath who needs love, after all break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty scream "wantmeneedme saveme" watch them want you.throw out your artificial hope. replace your broken records now start to play them all again

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Aug 31, 2011

Aug 31, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC

sigilism

Aftershock

Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles and the smell of smoke had rotted my clothing away I think I may have tried scrubbing myself with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet the next morning sweat was everywhere in my eyes the only thing that made the stench go away was soaking myself in perfume until my skin pruned and i couldent breathe no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body who needs breath who needs love, after all break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty scream "wantmeneedme saveme" watch them want you.throw out your artificial hope. replace your broken records now start to play them all again

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I know my life brings me perilously close to Death, To the mother from whose dark womb we are bourne and returned. Every day I dance with Mortality. We waltz round the house. I feel her fingers lock round my neck. My fingers dig into her waist. Our gazes lock, And I peer into her eyes reflecting sweet grassy hills of surrender And I say to her ... Not today. She will retreat for a moment, but Soon, in the dead of night, she will slap me awake And I will wrestle her to the floorboards. But by the time the sky begins to bleed mauve She will have sublimated. Her vapor follows me still. Have you ever gone fishing with your dad? Have you pierced the animal by its lip And fought to drag in its body, thrashing wildly and gasping for air, Eyes wide and wet? It stares into you, And it stares into me. And my father, screaming at me! My father! And his “scary eyes,” I cried to my mother. Shh, sweetie, soothed my mother, His eyes are the same as yours and mine. Years later I know this to be false. His eyes are glaciers threatening to crack. But sometimes, only sometimes, my springtime permeates through to his eternal winter And slowly, snow begins to melt And slides down his cheek. Oh, Father Do not repeat what you have so desperately wished to forget! Do not isolate me. You cannot afford another winter And neither can I. My roots are reaching, but as to where, I do not know. Stretching ever deeper, ever further Grappling in the darkness, prying into soil Searching for just a little sustenance A little sustenance, to keep me going, Just for now. Chords strike in time with my own heatbeat Spirit in body quivers like the strings of violins. Let me soak in the pool of your one thousand resentments Your hundred sorrows And your only disappointment. Come and let me cry tears of liberation Like the red and white of the flag you hold so dear Streaking down my face, My eyes two stars that proclaim Deliverance! Do not tell me I am in danger, I have long known this to be true. It is only in the retrospect of lives past That we we wish we had been different. I swear I am not the past.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

urushiol

Victory

I know my life brings me perilously close to Death, To the mother from whose dark womb we are bourne and returned. Every day I dance with Mortality. We waltz round the house. I feel her fingers lock round my neck. My fingers dig into her waist. Our gazes lock, And I peer into her eyes reflecting sweet grassy hills of surrender And I say to her ... Not today. She will retreat for a moment, but Soon, in the dead of night, she will slap me awake And I will wrestle her to the floorboards. But by the time the sky begins to bleed mauve She will have sublimated. Her vapor follows me still. Have you ever gone fishing with your dad? Have you pierced the animal by its lip And fought to drag in its body, thrashing wildly and gasping for air, Eyes wide and wet? It stares into you, And it stares into me. And my father, screaming at me! My father! And his “scary eyes,” I cried to my mother. Shh, sweetie, soothed my mother, His eyes are the same as yours and mine. Years later I know this to be false. His eyes are glaciers threatening to crack. But sometimes, only sometimes, my springtime permeates through to his eternal winter And slowly, snow begins to melt And slides down his cheek. Oh, Father Do not repeat what you have so desperately wished to forget! Do not isolate me. You cannot afford another winter And neither can I. My roots are reaching, but as to where, I do not know. Stretching ever deeper, ever further Grappling in the darkness, prying into soil Searching for just a little sustenance A little sustenance, to keep me going, Just for now. Chords strike in time with my own heatbeat Spirit in body quivers like the strings of violins. Let me soak in the pool of your one thousand resentments Your hundred sorrows And your only disappointment. Come and let me cry tears of liberation Like the red and white of the flag you hold so dear Streaking down my face, My eyes two stars that proclaim Deliverance! Do not tell me I am in danger, I have long known this to be true. It is only in the retrospect of lives past That we we wish we had been different. I swear I am not the past.

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