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"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.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
#11. (Love Science #1) He Is My..., 5/5/16.
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.
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[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
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
gas station sushi
[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
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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
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Pendulum
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
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Mas matindi pa sa tama ng kape ang epekto mo sa bilis ng tibok ng puso ko.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Tachycardia
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.
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
Madly
lungs lined with poetry and my mouth with the ****** sting and my heart on the upswing tachycardia's zing
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
go to bed
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!
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
HALF-TRUTHS THAT HAVE BEGUN TO RUST
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!
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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?
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
Heart Race
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.
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
and i saw a crescent moon
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.
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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''
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Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 9:34 AM UTC
Palusot
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.
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Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
tachycardia
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.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
A Place Being Studied
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.
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"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
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 7:51 PM UTC
pillar
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
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
LOVE GAMES
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.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
Two fingers on a wrist
*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.*
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
tachycardia
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.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
That thing called destiny
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?
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Due Time
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.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Tachycardia
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' 👷🏻‍♂️
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
my first night in icu
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
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
Sphygmomanometer