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gentel drum that carys the rythem of life. It follows the pattern of you , of the world, and is the source of life.
By ts on 07.13.2009
A heartbeat is a magical thing that only you yourself can experience inside you. It is the key to living and unlocks your life. It’s yours, and enjoy every beat of it.
By Emily on 07.13.2009
maesures your pulse
increases as you work out increases
can sometimes be too fast and give you a heart attack
By . on 07.13.2009
when ever i see him my heart beats faster and faster. i get wobbly kness and butterflies in my stomach, evertime i see him i just want him to place his ear over my hear and listen to how fast he makes my heart beat. he is the most wonderful guy and the world and i wish he was mine forever and ever, never to leave my side.
By brooke on 07.13.2009
it starts in a womb. It ends in a tomb.
By Nic on 07.13.2009
The thing that keeps you going everyday.
The thing that you hear as you lye on his chest watching the stars.
The thing that quickens as you see the love of your life walk down the hall.
The Thing I wish I could hear from you, just once more.
By Kayleigh on 07.13.2009
I can feel my heartbeat throbbing within me, its steady rhythm keeping time as I run barefoot through the streets. I don’t know why they were so angry, but I don’t intend to find out; I intend to get as far away as I can before they catch me.
By JHan on 07.13.2009
I can hear your heartbeat from all the way on the other side of table. It taps lightly against your chest as you talk about him. Your cheeks grow warm and your eyes say all the things that your lips won’t reveal. I’m hearing a heartbeat and I’m watching love taking over.
By Misaki Tsuki on 07.13.2009
i felt my heartbeat flutter and stop. I took a quick, ragged breath, and then all went black.
By alexandra on 07.13.2009
I instantly think of that Don Johnson song from Miami Vice in the 80′s. Back then it was popular for actors to have one sub-par pop hit.
By Natalee on 07.13.2009
A heartbeat takes a second.
If this second was my life, I would happily die.
By Jack on 07.13.2009
i think of grandma, how her heartbeat was to serve, to love others… she was the heartbeat of our family. and then her heartbeat was gone, so suddenly. i didn’t have time to think. it shocked everyone. i think of grandma. heartbeat. love her
By katey on 07.13.2009
efffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu heart beat agaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn
By nick on 07.13.2009
It is the continuous pound that makes us live. The most unappreciated “something” in my opinion. Not many people think about life and thank their heart for being healthy and repeatedly beating for their body to function. I shall thank my heart more often after self-realization that I don’t think about my heart, and my body…yay.
By Jappy on 07.13.2009
i would take her back in a heartbeat, if only her heart beat for me.
By serge on 07.13.2009
a thing that mealts in my heand, when i go wrong. i dont know what to feel about is.. just that it makes me tick .and makes me do wrong stuff, it really is overestimated
By razvan on 07.13.2009
he laid down next to her. All he could think about was what he should do next. She began to stir, and as she gently opened her eyes, she lifted her head and placed it on his chest. He felt his own heartbeat racing faster and faster, and she heard it as the sound of love.
By Tori on 07.13.2009
its in your chest, you just have to feel it. It keeps two people together, the passion, the breathing. When its gone, you have no more breath; youre life has come to an end, and your memories are forged in the minds of those who have loved you.
By Amberr on 07.13.2009
love affection jealousy passion life pain happyness hate
By ari on 07.13.2009
i suppose thats what keeps your body moving functioning not so much what fuels the love of the heart funny how people think love happens in the heart a little muscle chuggin away
By julia on 07.13.2009
hearbeat is both a word devoted to the arts and to the sciences. when you think of a heartbeat you will inevitably think of love and what sustains that love but life. life is sustained be beating. life sustained by rhythm….. heart beat and
By michael chirillo on 07.13.2009
My best friend, lay in my hands, blood seeping from the gun shot wound. I could no longer hear his heartbeat, could think of nothing but the day we met, the day he promised me he’d be there for me, forever. Now he was gone. Forever hadn’t lasted as long as I had expected. They never tell you how hard it is to lose someone you love. It’s a piercing pain in the bottom of your heart, that breaks you apart more and more each day. You’re never prepared, can never be prepared, for the pain that comes, when your best friend loses his heartbeat.
By Amanda on 07.13.2009
He stopped, not able to move, his mind reeling as he saw the flash of green light. A moment later he could tell that it hadn’t hit Mike, but it didn’t matter; Mike was lying on the ground anyway, and Terry knew without having to check that the heart in the chest beat no more, that the person known as Michael Corner was no longer with them.
(THE DAYD VERSE KILLED MY BRAIN.)
By Gabi on 07.13.2009
I have a dead heartbeat. It doesn’t go pitter patter, or tick tock. Just a hum, a dying hum, like I imagine trees make as the cackle of fire springs up around them. My heart isn’t on fire though, it’s dying from smoke inhalation because everything around me, everything in my life, is actually going up in flames.
By are rhytswell on 07.13.2009
I feel it, then wait. Just waiting for the next one, just to make sure it will come. just to make sure it isn’t broken for good.
By Roc on 07.13.2009
My heartbeats feed the blackholes where nothing lives in blind caves. Pressure cracks and warps, but Light shafts from the stars are not visible. Air is missing, mouths hissing, as look for that lost thing, but empty handed, I free fall.
By Joy Cagil on 07.13.2009
one day, it will end. done, over. but we will have out memories, thats all you truly have. your friends, your memories…thats all. Do please, dont let it pass you by
By Sarah on 07.13.2009
in a heartbeat I was in Love. in a heartbeat he was gone. A million heartbeats later and I still see his face everyday in my heart
By alisa haller on 07.13.2009
it makes you think. You need it to live, and many beatiful sonds are written about it. I love the fact you can feel it, and that when your heart beats you are pulsing with life. You are life. Life is yours. The reason you have a heartbeat is to pump blood around your body. It keeps you alive and helps you survive.
By PAW on 07.13.2009
It stopped. My knife stopped it. His heartbeat stopping mine. I can’t believe this. What happened to me? How did I end up like this? What happened to the sweet child who didn’t understand
By Anonymous on 07.13.2009
Your heartbeat pounding against mine. Thundering like the hooves of wild horses, running from the storm. I’ll never forget the erratic, erotic feeling of your heart racing against my breast.
By Sol on 07.13.2009
love. life. excitement. setting pace. quickens when you see someone. slows as you sleep. constant. life, beauty!
By kat on 07.13.2009
heartbeat is good well finidaoiidavvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
By ramkumar on 07.13.2009
My heart beats so fast when I think of going back to school. It is weird how in love I am with Maryland. I can’t stop thinking about it. The campus, my friends, the strangers, the teachers, the buildings, the grass. The library. I just love everyone and everything that has to do with it. I want to ride the bus and take walks and sit on the metro. Everyone should love Maryland. I can’t wait for the games. My heart might explode if I don’t go back soon.
By terps on 07.13.2009
I could feel his heartbeat, his organ seemed to jump from his chest. Why? Was it because of me? Had i been fooled into more than friendly movie? Was there something else? Was there nothing at all? “David” I opened my mouth, all that could come out was his name.
By Tim Kimbirk on 07.13.2009