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"unbeating" poems
The heart that beats within me now Was silent for a while: Shouldering the guilt of years And clothed in my denial. And when, those blurry months ago, It stirred to life again, I tried to still my beating heart The way it was back then. I should have known, I should have seen Through my soul's sad disguise; But ev'ry time I saw the truth I quickly closed my eyes. The heartbeat in my shackled chest Was loud, but I was louder. Sticking fingers in my ears, I hummed to quell the doubter. "Your heart's alive! It beats again! The fears you loved have faded." But I felt safe behind the bars My jailed heart had created. So, silently, this gentle Trust That I had never known Came whisp'ring through to save my heart Of flesh, and not of stone. Trust wrapped its arms around me And lifted up my soul From depths of blue obscurity And I gave up control. I opened up my eyes that day And though they shone with tears, The hurting heart inside of me Felt stronger than those fears.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Unbeating
The birds hang dead, paired, on the hook. Male and female, man and wife, are strung Up in a brace of everlasting love, Still warm. But time will soon freeze over Freshening blood, encrust the opened eye, Congeal warmth. And what remains is this: A neck-to-neck unbreaking dull embrace, The love gone cold, unbeating hearts kept close, Reciprocating wounds, an unforgiving stare, The silence in a breathless, parching throat, A half-bent wing, refusing to enfold - Time will wear love’s fingers to the bone. Then bullet-hardened bodies take their course And undo softly with a rising rot.
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
The Brace of Love
An ember left to burn within Without a thought to let you in Years have passed and hearts worn thin We still remember Who knew passion would burn again From that small ember Out of sight and out of mind The lives that we had left behind Beat us down, were so unkind Hearts left unbeating Yet, now the sun begins to shine With this chance meeting Two hearts united with elation With just a simple revelation Words not mere communication They wrap us warmly Falling hard into temptation Uniformly There is no maybe, there is no doubt There is no way to do without How were we to figure out We loved each other? Time brings clarity about For one another A warm embrace leads straight to passion No going slow, no need to ration No betting chips, it's time to cash in On the hand we're winning We leap forward in eager fashion To a new beginning
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
And So It Begins...Again
It's unfair to me and to you to everyone that has cared and was unaware and to who had a dare to loved me more more then just a freind I understand its unjust but as you lean in close my heart doesnt reach out it dosnt speed up when you hold me close and so I flee when you call me dear understanding I beg you be I'm still waiting to like you as you start to love me I'm sorry my heart doesn't beat it never has and I fear it never will The butterflys in my stomach must be in their cocoons my lungs must be in good condition for I never have trouble breathing and my heart must be dead because I never feel it beating
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
my unfair unbeating heart
Where do you go? When you're not here? Do you miss me? I do. I miss the me that was without all that you are. I miss the me before that moment when the earth stopped spinning at your hello. I miss the me that believed in love and had not witnessed the irony of your beautiful scars. I miss the me that didn't hurt, that rode the wave and let things be what they would. I miss the me that never felt your touch, that never brought his lips to yours. Now, I am consumed. Swirling within your grief at being taken, drowning within my grief at the sound of our boy's laughter. Now I am lonely, my thoughts of you driving me further from the light and deeper into a melancholy orbit, where the only existence is within your unbeating heart. I see you, all the time, a suggestion of the life I could have had, had the reaper played fairly, his attraction to your flame stronger than mine. There is no regret here, I loved, deeply and without remorse, every inch of your being. But today, I'll die a little. For you.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
Mourning.
Lay my head to rest on the pillow of sleeplessness and nightmares, the painting of my life on the canvass of linen and tweed and fears. Hiding scars and screams that dream and leave me lonely still. Restless thoughts that carry over restless wandering lives lost, unbeating hearts frozen to unliving and unfeeling wills.
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC
Restless
At dawn I stood upon the shore Of pirates' gold and sailors' bells; The silent waves to me did call - A tragic tale the ocean tells: Her love set sail by light of moon And adieu bade he goodbye in tears. She promised love, and he, return, Raising sails flown four thousand years. Into the moon, her love sailed on, Both trapped in the hour of part. At dark descent her soul was torn By visions of unbeating hearts. A trimster lapsed, Hermia returned; Her crew moored with strangled cries - For in tempests' wrath their captain downed; To quiet depths evermore confined. Her shattered soul, anchored with grief, Witheld by curse of lovers' cares, Stood still on high rocks at dusk, Plunging down into despair. Remember the hour their hearts froze, Gripped by fear of Love's own berth; In watery graves their souls abide, Bound by Love's eternal curse. - c.t.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
The Turn of the Tide
real; the unscabbed scars on my knuckles and arms remind me of rough trees and the grimy surface of soil stomped on, you compare them to wildflowers but i know that this is only because you are the type of person to enter a restaurant with a sign that reads caution and order something anyway, simply because you are too nice and hate to think of businesses shutting down and of people failing, maybe this is why you love me, i still have not figured it out yet real; walking into school makes me feel like a deflated balloon and everyone that says hello to me is blowing me up again with methane i am slowly becoming too big to be tied down with a ribbon called responsibility and fear, the anxiety that enters my mind when i am forced to stand in front of strangers with judgemental eyes and fake smiles becomes mind numbingly painful and it makes me question whether or not i am still alive. i still have not figured out why i am yet. real; your smile lights up the lights on the lamposts by the train station where we met it transforms phantoms into people paper planes into reality and nightmares into dreams your touch leaves nothing but good intentions and blissful hope and it leaves my cold unbeating heart yearning for warmth. i still have not figured out if i like it or not. not real; you love me. you kiss my wrist because you care about me not what i went through. you love talking to me, you wonder about how stars could ever die because you think i am a walking sun. you keep your promises and tell me that you care every night. i'm a good person. i have aspirations. those pills on my bedside are not mine. the mirror is shaking. i never meant to hurt myself. i'm sorry for all the things i've done. i have potential to be better. i am beautiful. *not real not real not ******* real* (h.l.)
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
"real or not real?"
real; the unscabbed scars on my knuckles and arms remind me of rough trees and the grimy surface of soil stomped on, you compare them to wildflowers but i know that this is only because you are the type of person to enter a restaurant with a sign that reads caution and order something anyway, simply because you are too nice and hate to think of businesses shutting down and of people failing, maybe this is why you love me, i still have not figured it out yet real; walking into school makes me feel like a deflated balloon and everyone that says hello to me is blowing me up again with methane i am slowly becoming too big to be tied down with a ribbon called responsibility and fear, the anxiety that enters my mind when i am forced to stand in front of strangers with judgemental eyes and fake smiles becomes mind numbingly painful and it makes me question whether or not i am still alive. i still have not figured out why i am yet. real; your smile lights up the lights on the lamposts by the train station where we met it transforms phantoms into people paper planes into reality and nightmares into dreams your touch leaves nothing but good intentions and blissful hope and it leaves my cold unbeating heart yearning for warmth. i still have not figured out if i like it or not. not real; you love me. you kiss my wrist because you care about me not what i went through. you love talking to me, you wonder about how stars could ever die because you think i am a walking sun. you keep your promises and tell me that you care every night. i'm a good person. i have aspirations. those pills on my bedside are not mine. the mirror is shaking. i never meant to hurt myself. i'm sorry for all the things i've done. i have potential to be better. i am beautiful. *not real not real not ******* real* (h.l.)
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(A Sequel to The Corpses Have Hearts to Speak) Let me start my tell-tale long, Or should I say my paintings old Of question marks scribbled With some words mingling in my specter— The unseen are the most visible things; they exist for what we believe what we fear, and reasons we never die to seek; they drench, torment and foreshadow time as we slowly unveil the skin we dangle in; Let us see inside our own first— Using a fatal mirror we loaned Do you know who you are? Do you do what you do? Do you love what you are and what you love? What is it, that you love? Aye, after the long journey Of fragranced fragments I knitted myself I will recite what I have known of myself; I am the irony of the fragile lies I am the thought of every sordid heart I am none yet I am whole; don’t call me demon, for I am not angel But back to the realmity Call it, darling, my story perhaps Realm of reality— Within the shades of the eternal fifth day; In a room full of world I find a young soul crouching, Loved yet unloved— Beautiful yet ruined and ****** Wrenching my unbeating Blackdusted heart So I say to my ethereal self; I am no more— Yet how can I feel That she is full of life Yet dead beneath? Make it clear, I desire life for twice She is hellbound to death She would torment life For the smile of old grey death Oh, and I would abandon my last daydream dear For ungrateful loves long ago; Is life, so underrated? Is life, not so precious? Is life, stop— Do life, just stay still without a change? Is life, a constant darling named Constance? Oh, such joy it is to live and laugh? Oh, such joy it is, To see what my ethereal self Can never grasp Ever again Of love, separated between world Self—Regret And constance
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
The Ghost is Blackdusted (For Constance)
(A Sequel to The Corpses Have Hearts to Speak) Let me start my tell-tale long, Or should I say my paintings old Of question marks scribbled With some words mingling in my specter— The unseen are the most visible things; they exist for what we believe what we fear, and reasons we never die to seek; they drench, torment and foreshadow time as we slowly unveil the skin we dangle in; Let us see inside our own first— Using a fatal mirror we loaned Do you know who you are? Do you do what you do? Do you love what you are and what you love? What is it, that you love? Aye, after the long journey Of fragranced fragments I knitted myself I will recite what I have known of myself; I am the irony of the fragile lies I am the thought of every sordid heart I am none yet I am whole; don’t call me demon, for I am not angel But back to the realmity Call it, darling, my story perhaps Realm of reality— Within the shades of the eternal fifth day; In a room full of world I find a young soul crouching, Loved yet unloved— Beautiful yet ruined and ****** Wrenching my unbeating Blackdusted heart So I say to my ethereal self; I am no more— Yet how can I feel That she is full of life Yet dead beneath? Make it clear, I desire life for twice She is hellbound to death She would torment life For the smile of old grey death Oh, and I would abandon my last daydream dear For ungrateful loves long ago; Is life, so underrated? Is life, not so precious? Is life, stop— Do life, just stay still without a change? Is life, a constant darling named Constance? Oh, such joy it is to live and laugh? Oh, such joy it is, To see what my ethereal self Can never grasp Ever again Of love, separated between world Self—Regret And constance
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I crept past those who wander night streets, I slink in the shadows of doorways, and past the light of 3rd and 5th street lay an unbeating boy-awaiting so patiently- for what I’ve stolen. I cradle my most precious prize as it glows and glitters in my eyes and illuminates my disgruntled grin, “At least I had it for a while…” God, I’m sorry, but there’s something I’ve stolen, And with a prolonged sigh I let it free for it dejected me… With a pleased grin he tossed and turned, the beating boy regained his treasure. God, he no longer beats for me.
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Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
It Was Mine
I dream fitfully needing somebody my heart is still left unbeating in the dark I need to stir from this numbing hibernation A spark to ignite some fire into this cold heart Please, help me, out this silent slumber I need to hear your voice, your touch, your kiss to wake me and make my heart beat again ©ShawnaRenea
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
A Spark
Stitched together, standing apart Dead but living, unbeating heart Dead blinking eyes, doors to the soul Whose secrets They will never know.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
Stitched Together
I still wake up in the middle of the night from nightmare after nightmare of your unbeating heart, and every time that I wish I could speak to the demons that leave you breathless, my sweating soul sinks with gravity, and fear sews shut my lips.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I feel helpless.
Rotting in this wasteland, Right where you painted me, A picture perfect defacing, Of burning kerosene! Drop your lighter to the stone cold pebbles, **** all of the spectral levels, Wavering and never tame... The only body I possess, Desecrated by her majesty's insolence! Her kingdom of soldiers, Are forced to enlist! The knighted sheep will fight! The palace door's locked! And why do you check the clock? You know you'll never leave! Her majesty is the ***** of living, Yet she owns the only key! The ******** behind you, Captain your only ship! Because of them you'll never know, Your subjects fell to **** Bite back your pity, While you bite off your own tongue! Let the riots burn your city, While singing my dying song! May you ******* die! Let you burn and die you **** And I will not be alone! Doesn't matter when! Now and then! Watching your heart turn to stone! I'll let it go you you ******* end! Her makes ties insolence kills the serpents dead! I'm begging you end it! End it! Rise mup to your pennant! The flag of the mighty will dawn over severance! ******* end it! End it! Rise up to your pennant! The flag of those left to die, Will fly for our solace again... (End scream) I'm begging you end it! Just end it all now I repent it! Will your dry pity allow? I tried oh I tried! I gave up and lied! Her majesty shot through this unbeating heart of mine... OH WHY?! Why do I try? I tried oh I tried, I gave up and lied! Feel the bullets of sorrow pierce through this GOOD HEART OF MINE!!!
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
Her Majesty
Rotting in this wasteland, Right where you painted me, A picture perfect defacing, Of burning kerosene! Drop your lighter to the stone cold pebbles, **** all of the spectral levels, Wavering and never tame... The only body I possess, Desecrated by her majesty's insolence! Her kingdom of soldiers, Are forced to enlist! The knighted sheep will fight! The palace door's locked! And why do you check the clock? You know you'll never leave! Her majesty is the ***** of living, Yet she owns the only key! The ******** behind you, Captain your only ship! Because of them you'll never know, Your subjects fell to **** Bite back your pity, While you bite off your own tongue! Let the riots burn your city, While singing my dying song! May you ******* die! Let you burn and die you **** And I will not be alone! Doesn't matter when! Now and then! Watching your heart turn to stone! I'll let it go you you ******* end! Her makes ties insolence kills the serpents dead! I'm begging you end it! End it! Rise mup to your pennant! The flag of the mighty will dawn over severance! ******* end it! End it! Rise up to your pennant! The flag of those left to die, Will fly for our solace again... (End scream) I'm begging you end it! Just end it all now I repent it! Will your dry pity allow? I tried oh I tried! I gave up and lied! Her majesty shot through this unbeating heart of mine... OH WHY?! Why do I try? I tried oh I tried, I gave up and lied! Feel the bullets of sorrow pierce through this GOOD HEART OF MINE!!!
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your frozen heart barely pumps slushied blood all the way to your blue fingertips you hope for me to grab your hands and warm you even just for a second your heart is a rock abiotic and unbeating just a cold weight in your chest to remind you of your lost humanity maybe once you knew warmth but now you don’t even shiver you are so far gone you treat me like ice to freeze me just as you’ve been
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
frozen
This heart left unbeating Soul slowly depleting The skies blood red I feel like I am dead Just walking among these streets As every night my tears stain my sheets This hole in my heart Strip by strip I fall apart Alone I was always alone With my mother is my home A title makes you nothing to me Just people living free Swirling now inside my head You were better off dead Atleast then I wouldn't feel so hurt So hello, now goodbye There's the door
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
Thanks for coming, there's the door
I have fought ****** battles, Thought of humans as my cattle. Tasted of such delights, Seen morbid and hellish sights. But nothing in all my thousands of years, Has ever brought me this close to tears. Your beauty shines so bright, It takes away my keen sight. Your delicious smell calls me from far away, Your makes me unbeating heart sway. Please tell me that you will be mine, Asking you should be the sign. Your dark looks unnerve me So badly see... I've never met a man, Who so easily can... Bring me to my knees, Want to forever please... Undo years of pure hatred, We have to be fated, To walk this world for millions of years... I'll shed limitless tears Until I have you in my embrace, Able to kiss your exotic face. Share my world of gore, I am so sure, That with you I can be What I use to see.. Tame and mild, Surely not this wild. I want you to teach me, Help me be free. Free from my darker demons, Bloodthirsty Demons.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
My Darker Demons