"tachycardia" poems
Drug; he controls my brain.
He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire.
Adrenaline; he balances my stress.
He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise.
Dopamine; he regulates my focus.
He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task.
Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood.
He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions.
Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire.
He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss.
Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones.
He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him.
Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals.
He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
[9: 15 p.m.]
for some reason, my ribs ache when i think of you
they feel incomplete like gaps in between teeth
empty spaces where a heart should keep pumping
then i imagine you next to me and it skips a beat
or maybe two
[10:32 p.m.]
normally it's the chase that gets me most thrilled
i heard once that lions sometimes hunted for the hell of it
but i can't seem to find heaven tangled in these phone lines
it is better to back down before i get myself wounded
or even worse
[10:49 p.m.]
tear stains seem more permanent than ebony ink
so i wrote you a song on the tip of my eyelashes
but you couldn't remember how to read the music
a few violin strings and promises were broken
in the process
[11:56 p.m.]
they say drinking hot tea creates the same effect
as physical closeness, the touch of human warmth
i settled for coffee and the heat of a texas summer
but it wasn't the same feeling as when you held me
in my dream
[12:11 a.m.]
there are so many wasted nights in the wastebasket
of poetry written about love and loss and anger
and not enough about the indescribable feeling
of staying up at night just to hear your voice
for an hour
[12:47 a.m.]
there was a time when i got sick at the sound of laughter
sunshine gave me a never-ending, piercing migraine
i stared into the dark and screamed profanities into my pillow
because i wished i could be content alone and without you
for one second
[1:21 a.m.]
someone once told me i have the memory of an elephant
but i forgot to tell you that you give me the strangest euphoria
like eating gas station sushi on long trips to my hometown
or wearing mismatched socks underneath my favorite shoes
and autumn nights
[2:13 a.m.]
sometimes we focus too heavily on the tiny details
to realize that if we step back for a second, we will see
a beautiful masterpiece right in front of us instead of
mistakes under the guise of "amateur brushstrokes"
and "just friends"
[3:30 a.m.]
there are times where i can't distinguish
between tachycardia and a broken heart
but i do know that i love you in some way
and if i never told you that before now
well I'm sorry
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
It’s like when you’re little
And you notice yourself breathing
And wonder if you’ve been breathing this whole time
Or if it only happens when you think about it
Well, I’ve been thinking much too hard for a long time
So hard that I didn’t notice
The world forming a routine around me
And my unconscious willingness to fall in line
The girl who shunned the lemmings
Followed the crowd all the same
I considered myself a product of anxiety
Not a victim
Not a survivor
But the result of
Someone who thrived on frenetic energy
As worries danced out a stuttering tachycardia
This is the life I was given
Though I prayed for days of calm
Prayed for the safety of routine and predictability
And the comfort they would hold
For I am afraid of nearly everything
So I have been wishing for days without fear
Bowed my head under the Heavens and cried in all the languages I have
Peace, paix, ειρηνη
It was in the pursuit of peace
That I blindly accepted all offers of security
Built myself up with grades and responsibilities and qualifications
With the assurance it would be worth it in the long run
Suddenly I saw the boredom I had asked for
And felt no relief
No comfort
Just the paralyzing fear that I’d settled for a life I did not want
My trembling limbs were made for anxiety
But I’ve been bingeing it
So the lack thereof is just
Empty
It would seem I am addicted to frenzy
Though I always want out
A pendulum between the extremes
Never resting on moderation
Never resting
Period
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Mas matindi pa
sa tama ng kape
ang epekto mo
sa bilis ng tibok
ng puso ko.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Don't call it falling.
Falling implies you can get up.
My infatuation lies along the fault lines
tucked beneath the first
bumps of turbulence.
Don't say swooning,
not any ocean's salt could
revive me.
It's a tachycardia- a frenetic, feverish ardor
that keeps us
p a c i n g....
.... p a c i n g
p a c i n g....
A mania.
Yes, that's it- I'm manic in love with you.
Ill with adoration for you.
Anxious over you.
Possessed by you.
Elated, then devastated by you.
Prescribe me nothing.
Let this ravage me until bones are soil
and one day this up-for-grabs heart is
donated to someone who
thinks their life has been saved but
can't quite put their finger on
that immortal ache written within each valve.
But do not call it falling.
Falling implies you can get up.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
lungs lined with poetry
and my mouth
with the ****** sting
and my heart on the upswing
tachycardia's zing
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Happiness and perhaps even the joy we thought was certain can only blink in isolation, because nowadays everything is superficial, manipulative, can increasingly deceive, can intentionally deceive and even deceive, a plastic, unpredictable tachycardia infarction can trigger alarm signals. Nowadays, almost everything is heralding the little kingdoms of ambitious people: everyone would like to seize treasures, deals, or even unstable, fleeting reputations for themselves.
Perhaps it would be better to palliate the compromised, sufficiently stubborn counterargument, unbaked slanderous sermons, unfortunately, it is increasingly easier to plant them in souls, where there are already enough weeds growing, because everyone only dares to scratch the truer, more secret depths of existence, because they do not dare to go against the truth, honesty at all.
A few well-sounding awards, false-lying congratulations, merits would flatter the inner self - if only they could -, but a handful of the pure chemical accumulates in the human being, to cleanse the burdens of petty sins like the waters of Lethe. Halfway between the daridos of blind slanders and half-truths, rust eats away at the counterarguments that are not lazy to think; the little worm from Alamus keeps gnawing away not only inside, but also in the outside world; because the wild crowd of jerks and jerks is deliberately going around blindly and like a gang of brainwashed idiots, following a false idol leader.
Because sometimes it is better if one switches to the hard-working mole-like mode and chews oneself out of the annual rings of infected promises and meaningless false words. Because the problem is still that every worm believes itself to be a winner at the same time, when it realizes that it has already pitifully swallowed everything. Behind the scenes - even so - it often happens that there may even be time to hunt each other!
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
Sometimes I think that if my heart beats fast enough,
It could outrun this feeling,
Like if I reach a high enough BPM,
I might suddenly feel as if the world makes sense again.
I might not feel like I am drowning
In a vat of electrically charged water
Or trying to plug up the holes from which my emotions keep bleeding.
I think my heart believes that a little tachycardia might cure me,
Might purify me of this pain.
Why else would it speed onwards so?
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
i was sitting here
searching for how to
do something mundane.
worklike.
syncing accounts.
trying to find passwords.
downloading data.
i sprinkled eucalyptus around
earlier to try
to make myself feel better.
i lit a candle and everything and
even pretend made my bed.
cranked the air conditioning.
so i could cool off.
and calm down.
and r e s t.
i took 2 dove milk chocolates
and ice cold water to my room.
i just wanted to watch
Stargate Atlantis
and go to sleep.
lazily mining for data
half paying attention
and suddenly an
intergalactic time portal
opened up before my eyes.
and boom.
(i'm here again)
in this place
of so much
l o v e
my heart pounding
as if no time has gone by.
as if you had just come around
the corner and i see your face
again for the
first time.
literally tachycardia
a loss of all logic
a stupid, stupid grin
my body shaking
in anticipation
of hearing your voice.
by accident.
gigabyte after gigabyte after gigabyte
and year, after year, after y e a r
and no matter which
one i choose,
i find pieces of you.
funny little pieces.
big, honest pieces.
secret pieces.
my pieces.
tears are streaming
d o w n my face
but i don't care
because it is the only
time i can remember
what it was like.
to be a different person.
in a different time.
to overlap with you.
every click
and swipe
songs
artworks
words
photos
texts
the reaching and
the r e t r e a t i n g.
the coming together and
the sudden
f
a ll
in g
a p
art
all neatly in chronological
order like i'm
reading my own story.
but seeing it from
the outside.
the entire picture.
and i can see
where i was wrong
i n t e n s e
younger
and stupider
and flailing.
but i have always seen you.
always from the
very first moment.
you were like an assault
but in a cosmic sense.
and at the same time
a peaceful, serene, beautiful,
rare combination of atoms and ****
and i don't think something like that
could ever happen again.
i can't even imagine it,
and imagining is the
only thing i'm good at.
curse the interwebs,
saving all this ****
i didn't even realize.
and thought was lost.
but also thank you,
google overlord.
i think it's ok to cry
about loving someone,
and missing someone
so so so so much.
because nothing matters more
than being honest
about your love.
and then i looked out
my window in despair
and i saw
a crescent moon.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
For years of my existence
I had experienced affection and affliction
The one who loved
and loved in return
Loved more than I ever loved someone
even myself
I had been the suspect
and the victim
Gulity from taking advantage
and been taken advantage of
This heart experienced tachycardia
at times it ceased to beat
I had been the one holding another person's hand
and had been the one to let go
I loved blindly
and been the one blindly loved
Then someone asked, ''Are you a pain ****** what's with all the loving then hurting?
Then I answered, '' I loved''
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 9:34 AM UTC
you you you, always you;
standing in the doorway
sleeping on the floor
always questioning.
fingers on faces and hair behind ears,
you do?
always
god, to think
that if some people believe
in things like god,
then what did we believe?
there was nothing left
the closet, the drawers,
like the scrape of teeth on the cusp of a spoon,
you whispered something
raspy from the cigarette
sleep will come.
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
night falls. space slackens.
falling into common placeness, the realness
of quotidian moon.
.
a love for the metastasis of minutiae.
a hand on the cold **** pale like the dead.
the tombs of fingernails. creases for
delineations of Earth. clenched, evening.
unloosened, bare as morning.
hand in hand, twilight.
.
outside the house, a figure.
things stir in the persistence of silence.
the flagrant irony of hearing cacophonies.
a part of the world that becomes a kin.
say, without light and the dimensions of
things, no shadows display in grayscale.
listening to the cancer of the avenue:
the continuing tachycardia in the edge
of things. things that pulse or flatten.
the mind, in your passing. the heart in your passing. respect this chronology.
likened to the metaphor of beginning
an immediate and forever turning of the body when trouble meant togetherness,
and consolation, simply remembering.
.
there is a deconstruction in sleep.
the alterable garment of dream. or a flower
revealing its inflorescence.
the blackred hemograph of petals, the accuracy of thorns, the tabulated geography
of its stillness - something it that does not completely practice. the constancy of the wind breaks its mimesis.
.
outside your house again. the undesirable quake in the monotony of your dog, Oliver, chained to the stilt of the house that does
move anymore.
the absolute quiet of the street foreshadows the variegated Dieffenbachia.
the color of my palm, starting to green.
i could be anything within your presence
as the moon intensifies the plunge.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
"don't look back, you'll turn to stone"
the words i heard driving past my old home
melancholic breeze sending sweet messages to my tachycardia ridden body, a bird that passes through in peace but drops dead like a fly within my smoldering territory
remembering the years I spent inside that home, time that in my fragile state today i'd mistakenly describe as a respite from my current place
but as I sink into my seat, the sobering reality that I am the same motionless vessel that I was then begins to set in
the labyrinth I could not escape still pervades my every waking moment
the days I coped with promises to myself, from a wealth of unearned confidence that has long since run dry
the only difference between them and me being the destiny I coaxed myself into believing at seventeen
i am a worthless pillar of salt
cursed from the moment a devil pointed his finger at something behind me
Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 7:51 PM UTC
LOVE GAMES
In your eyes I found love.
Your pupils like that of a love-struck teenager with a crush.
A tantalising sparkle that made my heart rush.
Exciting tachycardia.
Banging heart exploding, near bursting as if a blood filled balloon.
His feet so tired and heavy weren't sporting his black jackboots, imagined they were ballet pumps.
Walking on air.
He realised his teacher cared.
These role playing games entranced them.
Long may they dance.
(c) Livvi
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Tachycardia
that was the first thought
I had when I first felt your
heartbeat. Your heart seemed
weak and yet your eyes
gleamed. I admire that.
You smiled at the face of
death and anger, and yet your
heartbeat sounded weak.
You're a strong one, I thought
for not many can smile at
the dark moments in their
life. I admire that.
You should see yourself
for what you really are,
and not some persona
closed in a facet of lies.
You are not just a star that
shines in the dark.
You are the sun that gives
life with light.
You say I'm strong?
You should see yourself.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
*do you remember
the night we danced
and you told me
i was moving offbeat,
fast and crazy?
i wasn't really
listening to the music;
in fact, i couldn't hear it.
all i could hear
was the sound of
my heartbeat.*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
My stubborn saturation, brought me into the world of random strangers
Strangers whom I found on a wide circuit of millennial connections
Most of them are like wild boar, trying to find food that will fill their unsatisfied soul
But, some of them are like stars, that will still shine; even during dawn.
Until, I found him; my morning star
That random connections, makes everything stop; at the moment, I saw him
I really adore his sparkling eyes, like a star that still shines, before sunrise
The way he stares at me, he always gives me tachycardia (a rapid heartbeat)
The tune of his gentle voice is like an angel playing a harp in a serene manner
Though his accent, is somehow confusing; but, I know our souls will intertwined to connect on one point.
“The world is round, you will reach the same point if you start traveling like a circle”
Little he knows that, I’m pointing it out to his pure soul; that I can see through his eyes
I will never get tired staring at his face
His presence that fulfill my empty soul
The way he laughs, makes my blood pressure rise, that’s why my cheeks get red
He generally, got me going crazier
I know life is too unfair, to ended up so unexpectedly
So unreasonably and so fast
Now, that I found him, the one who make me more alive again.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
What will we be remembered for
When Tis due our time
To give our sayings to the Man above,
of all our deeds?
Tachycardia hits when noughts been done
Like Table d'hote, are all our acts
To the homes we brought joy
To the hearts we mended
To the hours we spent saving souls
To the pains we soothed
To the plans we duly executed
What will we be remembered for
when Tis due our time?
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
In life,
you'll come across
some things,
that shall
make your heart
race faster.
It may seem like
something
is chasing
after you,
but turns out,
your heart
is chasing something instead.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
my life has changed forever
from normal, my everyday life now does sever
july 4th weekend, fireworks were going off inside of me
my racing heart had finally brought me to bended knee
afib, supraventricular tachycardia...
congestive heart failure was my flava'
rushed to the icu...
sign these here papers the doctor asked me to do
we've exhausted all medicines, all of them we've went through
i ask, can i call my wife in case i never speak to her again
there was no answer, it was the most scared and alone i ever felt then
icu doctors huddled and staring at me like i am a mystery
they shock me and send thousands of volts of electricity through me
the paddles burn and welt
my chest and back
my room filled with chaos it certainly did not lack
bells and alarms made my ears want to cry
lying there thinking....it was my time to die.
'Yours and everyone's concrete poet Part Deux'
👷🏻♂️
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:29 AM 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