"myocardium" poems
to all my lovers,
please indemnify
the bits of myocardium
you borrowed from me.
you may return them to this address:
150 Mediastinum Lane
Thoracic Cavity, DNR
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
The house, when empty,
feels like a moseleum.
Everything is dark.
It is strange, how literally I can feel the heart tear.
Pericardium and myocardium,
ripping with the slow, tough **** of time and waiting,
atrium and ventricle split.
Far away my brain turns in on itself
as I stare at the candy on the road,
left from a Christmas parade,
Defined by the things its left behind,
though they lie unwanted.
My soul has fled to the wilderness
birth pangs of grief beginning,
prepared to deliver a stillborn heart,
As another star falls out of my sky.
It will go dark, I know.
One by one fall, without wishes to bring them back.
I stare at my sister's golden hair
and dread the day when she will be the one lying white,
bloodless
in a hospital bed.
Oh my mother, Oh my father,
are you to fall away, too?
Light. I scream, I need light.
But I will not throw bits of glass at the sky
to pretend I have re-lit the stars.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Do you wanna see my heart.
Look in my ******* eyes.
Do you want to hear it ripping, back and forth,
listen to my ******* blood throat.
My teeth constantly try to knife my myocardium to exhaustion.
Most people have to hold back their tongues with their dentition,
Or cloister their words with their cheeks,
Tucked inside near their palettes.
No.Not.Me.
I’m holding back the force of death,
The force of love.
And its all i can do to not **** every ******* soul.
All the hearts of men.
Coagulate inside this pit.
Empathy, destruction, lust, fervor for wanting.
A passion so burning, the sun dries up.
The molten hydrogen exhaust itself, and kicks and screams as it tries to nail its claws away from the cement as i come to ingest it.
It tries to escape me.
Do you want to see my love.
This cage cant hold it.
...
You will see my essence even with your ******* eyes gouged out.
I spill into the multiverse.
Slipping.Like.Space.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
People often describe memories that are haunting, and I have plenty of those.
Though the haunting doesn't bother me as far as ghosts.
The feeling of being haunted comes in waves,
though the ghost follows you around.
My past love is a ghost,
fueled by an ever so familiar beating heart.
So familiar for it is myocardium.
When you left, you still had my heart.
These days I run on alcohol, cigarettes, and compliments from lasses I could never love.
Never love until I **** the ghost of my past love.
Though you can't **** a creature spawned from the undead.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
my slipshod heart
creaks along
i was taught
to make
the best of things
but waiting for
some one to die
is no song
my myocardium
is imperfecta,
apparently...
won't last too long
used to be,
not a problem.
but now age
is catching up
with me.
sad thing is
i am only twenty four
hard thing is want to live more
so like a ghoul
i wait for someone....
hopefully not a mate
to make some sort of
fatal mistake....
cannot lie...sometimes
would be easier
to just lay down and die...
but it is my life's
designate
to sit on this
sad razors edge
and wait
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
The beauty of the eyes is priceless,
For it is He that I saw and still see.
Mind if I interrogate this being?
Never did I saw such raunchiness!
Are you a model?
I mumbled at the far right corner with my mouth dripping.
Jocular mind he possessed,
I glimpsed at he every second
For my myocardium throbs too swift to be focused.
Isn't it a surprise?
How could one ever be so dexterous?
As a being astonished by all his deeds
I ought for more of him
For he is too mischievous to be lone.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
Heartbreak is jerking my amygdale
Sending impulses to my myocardium
Telling me to love because it is coming
And I best gear up for it
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
"Two hearts that beat as one
will feel the sun"
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 4:57 PM UTC
hearts are interesting and complex
they are so simple to the naked eye, barely strong enough to cause a faint thump against your rib cage
they are fragile and delicate muscles, weakened as you age
one forceful hit, one good slice and they are gone
bleeding what seems like an endless stream of crimson tears from the ****
how can one thing keep someone so worthless alive
without it i could easily move on, pretend you never harmed me or wronged the people i love
if i carved out the space with a sliver knife and tear stained cheeks would you ever begin to feel sorry for what you have done
perhaps the key to living and forgetting is to become the heartless one
never remember the past and pretend to be fine until something strikes a heartstring and sets off a hurricane of spiraling memories all filled with terrible events
i wish it were that easy
i wish i could forget, carve out my heart and lock it away, keeping it hidden
drain my mind or any remembrance of you or what you have done, but i can't
i cant scrub away the mark you have burned into my flesh
i can not rid myself of your presence
why must you exist
why must i bother trying any longer than i already have
if i die, who is to say anyone will notice
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
The library was quiet
Silent ischemia read a book called
Myocardial infarction
The radio played techno tachycardia
While myocardium got high on nitroglycerin
It was quiet
I whispered yet no one was listening
I heard a heart murmur something
Into the echocardiography
It echoed
edema
edema
edema
It was there I rested in lipid
I knew my heart was broken
The day she said she was leaving
It was then my diagnosis
became cerebral thrombosis
I had a cerebrovascular accident
And I lost my mind
With my heart underfoot of my lover
Now I'm searching for a surgeon
To put it all back together
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC