"palpitate" poems
why is it so hard to see you?
i crumble and i croak
hopeful words dance at the back of my throat
now i’m hopeless
now i’m in a mess
of you or her or him or me
it’s like moving to a new country
and getting the hang of their weird plastic currency
and why the **** is talking to you so hard?
i tumble and i frizzle
a glass smashed into shards
aggravation takes me over because
anxiety takes me over because
suppression takes me over because
i want ******* control over ******* everything
i want to ******* know what i’m ******* doing
what i’m ******* thinking
i tremble and i palpitate
the thirst never sedates
like a lion ******* blood or a needle weaving thread
so much to go around
too much to go around
i’m not sure how to go about
underwater is where i wish i was
underwater, everything is muted
everything is calmer and resentments are diluted
i long to feel less polluted
i long to feel less consumed by
that and this and all the ******* frolicking ****
it pulls and tears and rips in shears
still standing there
i am still standing there
why the **** am i still standing there
here
like a fish suffocating in air
like a statue stands with a smile it can’t wipe off
i sweat under smiles
i want to wipe it off
i want to turn it off
why won’t i just ******* take it off?
why is it so hard to know who you are?
seeing a glimpse of a break down is making me stick around for you
do you still want me to stick around for you?
i crush and i tamper
with anything i can get my hands all over
it really doesn’t matter
what or who or how hard i hit
cause nothing is good enough for this ******* *****
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
Everywhere
She's in every crossword
She haunts the radio
she's in my mind, memories blurred
Cant help but chase her shadow
I feel my heart still palpitate
With just the utterance of her name
All my life , to her , I'd gravitate
For no one else, i feel the same
She's in the stars, for each an ode
Under the moon I'd weep
I think of all the " I love you's " told
And I cry myself to sleep
She's in every, unoccupied thought
I can't help but to endear
But despite all this, its all for naught
Because she's everywhere, but here .
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay,
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless—
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Unceasingly, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye—
Over the lilies that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:—from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:—from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
3.7k
Did not have Dante laugh deeper,
to see dead bones
in front of hell "While pride taught ,
to step on the skulls of food,
When in the shade raised condemned,
From a worm-eaten skull to a filthy bacon
And he wiped it on his bleeding hair:
shouted, the billions of villains in hell;
while they stepped in front of them!
And he told the lively vengeance,
In the mansion of eternal hopelessness!
Goodbye! ... is to renounce in an agony
The hope that still palpitate;
Feeling that the eyes are blind, that it cools,
The heart in the **** tear!
That make hands, and the soul afflicta
Like Agar in the desert, pray gloomy! !
Is it a ghastly sight of the skulls in hell?
Do not tremble with dread, lift it from its *****
It was the burning head of a poet,
Once in the shadow of the fair hair.
When the reflection of fiery living
This forehead was beautiful. There are
the shadow s
pallor covered their shadow s in agony;
In these orbits - hollow, denigrated! -
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
I remember that Day when we sat
(side by side)
On those Stairs
(Waiting for our Train)
And you bought us Miso Soup
(It tasted like Tears)
The Sun hit my legs
(With all the force of sepia toned Nostalgia)
Covering them, bathing them. glorifying.
The traffic was the push and pull
(To and fro, magnetising, Synchronising)
Of waves.
Harsh, solid, mechanical waves
(Full of the force of Human Atrocity)
Japanese Culture was "in" and everything was "kawaii" and sweet
(With the underlying disturbance of Sexualisation - *** takes pride of place in our Civilisation)
I thought I was eating the sea.
(I could see the tiny fish Nibbling us that time we went snorkelling. We saw a Sting Ray that reminded us of Steve Irwin: Danger; Barbed Wire)
The Snow-flakes
(Fish-flakes)
Swirling in the snow globe of my Polystyrene Cup
(A new kind of Fish Bowl, A new Exposure)
And they swam around and around, Hiding
(Cyclical, controlled by Lunar Activity. Natural?)
If I stared hard enough I would, no, could see myself
(Floating, Filleted)
Amongst those Ribbons of Sea ****
With each Salty slurp
(That tasted of you, of the bitter Crust that Crowns your body in Heat)
I expected saltier Bladders to Burst in my Mouth
(Drowning me in Poison; Poisson)
I imagined the Japanese fisherman Catching Sun-Warmed Sea
(In a Polystyrene Cup)
The thousands of fish, tiny eyes that Blink, tiny gills that Palpitate - Suffocating in Air
(Aboard his boat, that Famed boat: "Daigo Fukuryu Maru")
Harvesting Silken Strands of Sea **** that Clung to its Crate
(In the same way that his Wife's Freshly washed Hair Twines about her Body. Static, Electric, Alive)
We didn't finish the Miso Soup;
It tasted too much of the Tears that I Cried.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
When a traditional
Music and dance,
Accentuating
A century-old bilateral
Ties, took place
A biracial and mesmeric
Greek goddess,
With chocolate Lucy's face,
Exhibiting elegance
And radiant face,
With splendour
Leased in the citadel of
My heart a place
Making it palpitate
Picking pace
Driving home
The cross breeding of
This with that race
At times lends human beings
Unmatched grace! ///
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
Coffee lips.
so bitter
yet so sweet.
You keep me awake
yet you make my heart palpitate.
Do I need you
or want you?
Coffee lips.
Your taste
I always crave.
Your bitterness
I cannot avoid.
You surge through me
like a drug
You flow
just like blood through my veins,
Coffee lips.
The residue sticks
to my sleeping lips
and by your taste
you wake me.
Coffee lips.
So bitter
yet sweet.
So lively
yet deadly.
I need you
more than I want you.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Words are ****
They make me want to rip a pillow with my teeth
Or marinate in a sensuous heat.
Where you'll be, sitting there.
Waiting to kiss my spine and touch my hair.
Tell me regaling tales of what you think.
Of what is rational or obsolete.
Worlds like *Suggestive, Sarcastic.
Forlorn* and Bombastic.
Makes my skin melt and heart palpitate.
I will no longer settle for those who are adequate.
I need substance. I need someone (you) to say.
That you're enamored and beg me to stay.
I want that learned passion that only we
could portray.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
I’m trying harder than I ever have before
here, today, now
to **** you in all at once,
and then eject you from my chest
with the force of eleven crumbling mountains.
I don’t want to know you anymore
and I want
to forget how you stammer when you’re excited
and have a closet full of comic books, but you
have a whole bedroom filled with cracked skeletons,
as if skeletons weren’t broken enough already.
Today, here, now is the last time
I will wash you out of my hair,
and use your first name in poems,
it’s the last time I’ll let my heart palpitate
when you mention her name.
Today, here, now is the last time
I’ll breathe you out, slowly but I promise you, today,
and I swear to God, it may take eleven shots
of ***** chased with *** but today,
I will inhale and exhale you
for the last time.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
The phone line dripped apologies
While I sat silently
All 3,000 miles north of me
Isolation froze solid on this moment
He had a heart attack they tell me
The room gift wrapped around me
Ripped open
Exposing a flaky rib cage
My arms wanted to stretch back home
Grab his heart
And palpitate his benevolence
Rewinding muscle memory
I have been told too many lies in hospitals
Watched a plethora of lives fall victim
Heard too many **** machines scream
Longing for the lost all too often
So I reprogrammed a code
For my Heart to beat overtime
To satiate the hearts
That no longer exist
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
i make love to the ocean
in the morning sailors watch me cuddling with the waves
so noisy, we palpitate the massive rises and downs,
travel thousand miles till we reach the distant inland.
we find no clue where we belong.
i kiss the sunlight
in the twilight we beguile in silence
exploring the ocean of nakedness;
the pale pain and long-lost sorrow
as the choir of seagulls dancing upwards.
we forget how we become afar.
i greet the limitless darkness
with a pair of eyes half-closed,
and a restless soul that longs for home.
so we unite, the sea and I
as nothing matches the golden slumber.
and we become one.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
eye dilate, palpitate.
I gorge on your face.
Drunk on nuclear waste.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
Your hair, its softness makes my heart palpitate rapidly;
Your face, its lineaments leave me in the wonder of their rarity;
Your eyes, I can stare open-mouthed into them unweariedly;
Your lips, I wish I can kiss them constantly;
Your hands, I wish I can entwine them with mine eternally.
Your mind, it captures me on every occasion thoroughly;
Your soul, I can love it everlastingly;
Your heart, it belongs only to me, solely;
O, my inamorata! Feelings of you will never be dreary.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
~
Hand over heart
*Hold on.
Please hold on,
Don't Fall in Love.*
You know how it’ll sound.
Love is a strong midnight coffee
that will make your heart palpitate.
A booming sound of drumroll beating
causes sleepless nights over thinking.
Elusive Dream of Love's awakening.
.
*Now
Hold onto your heart
And Listen,*
.
Listen to the whisper of aloneness.
Remember, it’s your favorite music.
A velvet blanket covering your body
under the unfathomable calm night.
Silence, isn’t it heaven to you?
Now, let it be that way,
*Don't Fall in Love.
Please hold on,
Hold on.*
Hand over heart
~
ELUSIVE DREAM OF LOVE
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Girl, your glamour mesmerizes me
It is such a pretty sight to see
Beautiful, charming, and radiant
You are as sweet as can be
One look at you
And my heart starts to palpitate and beat triple time
What a joy it is to be with you
You are sweeter than a glass of wine
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I look and stare at the beauty of your pair—
so new, their intricacies I now study.
The color is subtle and quite comparable
to my desk’s dark grain where sun and wood have lain.
Lost am I, in those eyes, such that senses die.
Eyes pull away, gazing now at that smile’s stay—
it’s kind and shy, and encages butterflies.
My heart will palpitate with a feather’s weight
each time those lips take rise— such, is love’s reprise.
My mind rests on you, and tranquil thoughts ensue.
For you I pine, with your hand clasped in mine—
these feelings transcendent of lovers just met.
Your eyes—a spark—inspire love and fire.
The latter I fight, thus this verse I indict
for its aesthetic appraisal. Your Musal
qualities mold my virtues to grow twofold.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
Goya's not gone
his nightmares and realities still shadow us -
the Los Desastres de la Guerra
still palpitate in our desert lands and hills
beating like hearts the Aztecs offered the sun;
and the barbarism of an axe over heads still thrives -
and barbarians can never hear the plea of a mother
Tampoco
tells us of women and girls ***** in war
and Oh, the Fight with Cudgels
looms large over our skies
and the horror of Saturn devouring his son
pervades the earth
and the Black Paintings
run amok in the form of men shrouded in black
Ah, Picasso is there too in our madness:
Guernica bares its teeth and monstrosities
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
My stomach flips
When I think of you.
My head spins,
my hands shake and
my legs palpitate at the
thought of losing you.
I enter my own world
of the blues where the
monody is being played.
I see the Dybbuk with it's
venomous blood thirsty beasts
dancing to the lugubrious ditty
It's a place of hatred and detestation
where love doesn't exist.
A place that's perfect for your
Stygian soul
As soon as I look into the Dybbuk's
red boiling eyes the memories sneak
out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks
The pain I feel is unbearable and inadmissible
And all I can think of is a way to escape
from this love prison.
But oh, I realized a little too late
that you're the king of the sinners
and you turned and twisted my heart
and I'm just another victim of your favourite crime...
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
I bend my head
the bend of a ******
I lift my eyes and gravel the world
with my schztophrenic eyes
I touch your lips
with the fingers of a ******
then walk by you like a geisha
Im am my own schizophrenia
I palpitate in your breathe
I move in smile
I love in torture
and you are so beautiful to me
brake bonds between thy and your cresent lips
that are edged with the words of the sun
and the laughter it brings to the children
of our days
the youth of our minds
the subtle grandfathers and grandmothers in our
pre pubescent hearts
do you lag when you walk
up to the temple of my gestures
the columns are thick and victorian
a high ceiling
and a low waisted mistress
living in the water under your footsteps
drenched in white
consumed in a black hue
she is the abscence of light
do you understand
yes and proceed foward
I allow you with so much of me
to come into me
and I condem you with little
chase you with haste
and depart on my fruitfull alliances
with that and poverty of dependence
I mutually give my self to the wrectched
creatures of the dark
I print my name with my nails
into my own sarcaphogus
built by the highest of your kind
your bodies eat away at my mental felsh
might I explain
be so selfish to put words into a matter
that was done in complete selflessness
yet I am to be crowned the empress exigency
I stare in the mirror so pretty
so graceful
yes
I am the empress of
exigency
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
Walking back barefoot
through summer's empty barracks
on the outer, upper edge
of my homework home.
Feeling the freedom of my feet
beneath a damp and gentle breeze,
the moon reveals the room
through which I let them roam.
With solitary silence,
I can pause and light a fire,
watch the ember enter in,
setting thoughts ablaze.
Holding a holy ounce of hope
below this tightly guarded soul
that there appears a stair
between our summer days.
The dancing dewdrops
sparkle and coat my feet anew,
and splash my every other over
with the starry skies.
Taper the tales where I'm detained,
creating paths to doors and gates,
to find a place to shine
like glitter in your eyes
a million little mirrors that flash and blink
and capture my imagination
as it floats on the clouds of a single flutter
and flies away through the river breeze
bringing all at once a peace and a fervor
and a reason to believe in the feeling
for this beacon before me
we frolic through flocks of freaks
to find a vacant space between them
and create our own vibrations
between the mad machine music
alive with beats and fidgets and dripping sound
bravely bouncing to blips and whirrs
to find our bliss within the instant
you stand there bopping smiling glowing
shining brimming sparkling flowing
rattle my heart like the limb of a tree
the girl on the rope swing attached underneath
and as witness to your swaying grace
it just can't help but palpitate
one by one i count the miracles
you
here
beautiful
and beside me
i am with you
my pocket's treasures are intact
and you're enjoying them
the music is masterful
the weather is wonderful
and there's a smile pasted on your face
and everything comes easily
and nobody's ruining our fun
and there is nothing that stands between me
and my hope
that someday
you will see as i see
our paths intertwining
like strands of dna
encoded through our souls
a beautiful future
worth risking a thousand lives
just to brush my fingertips against
worth the worst hurt in the world
just to try and climb for the summit
and even if i collapse en route
and even if you shoot me down
and even if a landslide unites me with the ground
i will rest in peace
because this time
i *******
tried.
I'm not in love.
But I am in love
with the idea
of being
in love.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Who are you, that you can palpitate my malcontent heart?
When you pass me in the street I avoid your eyes
For they are too much for my troubled mind
The way your doe eyes and mascara coalesce
and my spirit wanes with wondering thoughts of You and I
Oh blue-eyed seraph, queen of my callow folly
Is your name the password spoken to Saint Peter
When a man is to transcend this eternal struggle
Or are you the devil dressed in down robes
Come to drown me in wanton waves
You seem to have come here on gradient beams from the cosmos
With your platinum locks, alien in texture, encompassing and fine
Do your misdeeds and free my tortured mind
For these enumerations may drain these tortured veins
and leave this poor proletariat passionless once more
Pouting and winsome, your elegance is eternal
When the plants have all turned as blue as your eyes
and the cement golgothas all crumble
When every elephant of the Sahara, withers and dies
and the Cheetahs fall to the ground and mumble
When the skies turn black and curse our love
with the oceans boiling over
When the stars all fall from high above
and the cliffs are brown at Dover
When the Earth splutters and coughs, gasping for fresh water
When God yells obscenities and Jesus has no choice but loiter
When the racing rats stand still and ponder
When the hills all fall, way out yonder
When the noises of the cities are but ghosts on dead air
I shall remember your smile and know I have nothing to fear
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
Like two foci of an elliptical, your eyes entice me cause my cardiac muscles, to palpitate
As I estimate the distance between us
I have arrived at the conclusion that you are sitting approximately 5 feet and 11 inches away from me, 7 and half millimeters closer than yesterday.
As you sit there and I calculate your potential energy.
I find myself wishing I could change Y= mx+b into Y=you next to me, you are my complementary angle.
I long to whisper that newton law was just created for you.
Of course that not true, but logic doesn't matter anymore because my feelings for you are growing exponentially.
Like radiation you penetrate through my skin, you watched my veins branch like fractals
Like absolute zero, all molecules within me halted in that movement,your centripetal force sent me spinning when they say opposite attracts each other.
It figures seeing as the probability for you noticing me is exactly 1 in 10,032 but I long to coined my name on a love letter, you are my pascal behind my triangle.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
To still the aching
from my ***** breaking
In each grisly leaf it wither, --
by the cage the heron tether --
I mistook the form of a mien of lady
in an oracle dream to fade he,
To fade -- to merely fade --
onto the winged-sylphs they grayed --
So, to deepen the burning spirit
lent it soar with a soul inherit
From the clasping
Cherubim heart in grasping --
Grasping despite
that heaven I respite, --
Respite the beaming of the orb
the angels may absorb
And decorum, of a single token
hung afar in the sky that's broken
So to be still in the evil,
binds only onto that mortal devil
In a sepulcher enraptured
as all my hopes within me captured
Within some dim Acheronian shore
in the depth sea the Acheronian store --
Store a most beautiful belle
I've ever kept in me ***** swell,
To palpitate my heart faster
into some unfortunate disaster
In keeping, the shadow of fire,
irradiating an ominous choir, --
A nightly lurking swan
whom the waking angels wan
Their fiery plumes parching
above the misted nimbus arching
The dim ray lighting down
from the heaven whom now frown, --
Yet, to still the aching
from my ***** breaking
For the most beautiful belle
I've ever felt me ***** swell
To be still in the evil
binds onto that mortal devil.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
Do you people know.
How much this **** gets real?
Do you know how it makes my heart drop?
Throw-up.
So many Amore chunks.
You ever hung a persons tongue from a wire hanger?
Then let them convulse.
I'm about to do that on my nickel wound stirngs, I'll never stop having a pulse.
I got the only pulse.
Iv'e destroyed every vein in my body with notes of
putrefying chaos beauty.
SCREAM. SHRIEK!
The jazz tones palpitate my tongue,
chatter my teeth,
destruct my *****
The ones in my feet
Like drugs
only positive
motive based
rather than sordid.
All things are bruises
if you look hard enough
symphony of colorful E's.
positive, negativity.
Skram, ,Dock, Cross, Plot.
Rotatilled rows of pounding chest, human humanity.
The epic of chimpanzee.
Never understanding.
Being alone.
I will never be anyone else
Anonymous
I atone.
i wish i could make all my i's lowercase.
Freeverse, with a dial tone,
Trying to call out to every person by undeniable tension and catharsis
like rigor mortis death ligaments,
such purposeful
pretty
I believe every single woman/man
creating this. This
means more to my spirit.
than being sad.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC