life line. beginning, end. flat line. racing and pacing defining our days. flutters when excited.
silly
Beat my heart around with a stick, it’s hanging from a tree. You tied it up with ribbon and left it on the front porch, but not before.
I let you cross me, casually, allowed my heart some room to edge out slowly. When we came up for air my heart pounded on the door, begging to be set free.
After that you were an echo, a bodiless voice, set to fling about my head. That’s what you did after all, you brought my head into the matter.
So even after you burdened my heart, you littered my head with madness. The thoughts of I am incomplete or I am wrong, mistaken, unable to properly love.
T
Have you heard it? Superstition some may say, but I believe it. If your lover’s heartbeat matches yours you are destined to be together. That’s why I lie awake. His goes thumping while mine is silent.
Anna
Heart beats quickly in
The Golden Sun of the Day
Helpful coma is death
Will
He felt the thumping close to his. Close – an infinitesimal distance between the two churning organs – yet a distance still. That seemingly small, insignificant distance could have been a mile for all he was concerned.
mahund
fuck.
i don’t seem to have one.
Mosty
I put my ear up to your lips when you breathe. To hear your heartbeat. I press my temple against your hip too. To hear your heartbeat. I place my middle and ring finger on your chest. To hear your heartbeat. I walk across your words. To hear your heartbeat. I fly through your hair doing somersaults to rhythms….because the only way to stay on key….is, To hear your heartbeat.
quill
Falling asleep to the rhythmic beat of your heart. At peace with the world. Joy.
Jay
Heartbeat..life!
Oh my gosh, life is so amazing. The world, animals, humans, plants, trees. Everything has a heartbeat, everything has a life, a place in the world.
You have a place too.
Nikita
i can feel it jumping right out of my chest. i’m sure you could see it through my shirt, too, if you were paying attention. nerves, anxiety, panic. breathe deep, calm down.
kendall
Lifeblood, life, seeping into all things on earth – rythmic and steady. Symbol of love and life – marker of death when silenced.
H Harvey
With every word you whisper upon my ear, feel my heartbeat. With every caress upon my skin, feel my heartbeat. Racing faster and faster with each and every moment spent with you.
Tonya
Something happened that day. I’m not sure what happened but all of a sudden, it came back. The thought of it made my body cringe as we all thought it was gone for good. A pulse rippled throughout the whole city like a
wenmar
under my body. under the places where you should be touching me, all the skin cold in december. why aren’t you here? why aren’t you with me? I don’t see you, I don’t feel you, but I can feel your heartbeat inside the pillow I’m holding close to my chest. I feel it in time with mine. don’t doubt me anymore.
meghan
i was looking at the beautiful girl and the rush of desire made my heart beat so fast!!i have more time to fantasize about things that make my hear tbeat faster or slower….winninng the uk lotterey is one fine ex
Pete Bailey
why does my heartbeat so at the lilt of your voice. why do your words affect the flow of my blood through those little doors. the valves they tense when you are speaking. why do i care about your little thoughts and words and ideas there is no need. your hartbeats in a mean way so be it. why do i let it affect my heartbeat so?
lyss
it takes just a heartbeat to know you’ve fallen in love, nothing more. A heartbeat that jumps in your chest, that pounds harder than the other millions of beats your heart have ever pounded.
Am
ca-thump
its all over
the clock stops
on another life beat
or
its all over
because
love struck
the hour
nicki
Slowly but surely the heart beat. Steady, firm. Simply because it could. That was its purpose: to beat. However time passed, years dragged on and the heartbeat grew softer. Slowly but steadily it slipped into oblivion. Only a memory to those that knew the heartbeat and its owner. Those who loved the heart.
Your capacity to suffer increases your capacity to love.
lizzie frances
My heartbeat sped up when I gazed at the adoring look in his eyes. It made my heart flutter and I got all warm inside. He loved me. It was that simple.
Emma
as myheartbeat pulses, so does the heartbeat of all creation. i am all life in a single breathe of power and infinite becoming. With every beat I am becoming more than I have ever been. We are the
mathew costin
once there was heartbeat, an everyloving heartbeat. Never would one know where this heartbeat could be. If there was anyone who could find this heartbeat, there soul would be lifted into the heavens.
david dsouza
in a heartbeat you were there when I need you you are there when our heartsbeat you are there when you loved me you were there when I cried you where there when i died you were there.
Ingrid
as i breathe, something throbs next to the life giving sacks of air hanging in my chest. it swells and cascades down to a patter, a beat without a drum.
saki
my heartbeat sped up the last time we danced. he was at the bar and you were at my hips and we danced. I can say that i haven’t felt the flush of novelty in awhile.
Racheal
My heartbeat sped up as I looked up into his eyes. “We can’t see each other anymore.” He whispered.
All I could say was “Why?”
All he could say was “Age.”
And I laughed at the thought of 10 years difference.
and how he was using it as just an excuse.
I kissed him and convinced him.
Age didn’t matter. I didn’t care he was 35 while I was 25.
it was nothing, but ‘his friends thought it was bad.’
Your friends should stop drinking.
missxperkii
I love you.
And all day long i keep thinking
you might tell me the same, or at least
ask what i want you to ask.
i’d say yes in a heartbeat.
quicker even.
it’s only you, these days.
Liz
Old days at Biscayne, lost in the stale summer air. Floating away on the broken water bed. Slipping away from the realization of my mothers and possibly my own insanity. The pulsing of her so close to my ear, and I can’t remember.
kaite
It’s constant and rhythmic. We can feel it flowing through our veins but we can never really touch it. A perfect melody or the perfect stranger of love…
Ashton
Heartbeat? I wish I could feel mine more often, I wish it weren’t something that we grow so accustomed to. I wish we didn’t ignore our heartbeats, or the heartbeats of others. They’re important, you know? They mean something. Live.
kelso
Dein Herzschlag, unter mir, unter meinem Kopf, regelmäßig, beruhigend. Ich atme ihn ein, werde ein mit ihm. Meine Finger zucken im Tackt deines Herzens. Wo ist mein Herzschlag? Ist er eins mit deinem? Der gleich Takt, das gleiche Verlangen. Dein Herzschlag, hallt in meinem Kopf ewig wieder.
Eva-Maria Obermann
My heart has never beat as quickly as it did when I loved Bradon. I miss him, not the person he’s become. Its been two months since csmmunication and my heart hurts. Heartbeats.
He will try to cure me, the new boy. He can’t. Withdrawal.
hello
thump thud thump thud.
its the sound of your heart.
it keeps us alive.
unconsciously.
this little organ holding soo much power.
we dont know what we have until its gone.
its taken for granted.
it hold so much emotion.
haneia
why the hell is brie making me write about a heartbeat?
although I guess it makes sense considering that for the most part, she is IN FACT my heartbeat… so, for all intensive purposes it makes sense. but at the end of the day, this is still a bull shit excercise.
I say this of course, but really in all actuallity I guess this is an interesting excersise.
bryan
One of my favorite sounds. I get lost in a tranquil place when I can rest my head upon someone’s chest and hear the rhythmic drumming of their heart. It reminds me that everyone, no matter who they are, does in fact have a heart.
Charne
something that takes an eternity, lasts only one moment and can never be brought back.
cody
is in my chest. it thumps haha
maggie
Her heartbeat was strong, and beautiful. I could feel it beneath her soft, white wrists. She was breathing into my ear. Her soft sleeping eyes restless with dreams behind her long brown lashes. She was dreaming of her father again. how he heart her. She was beautiful. And not even he could take that away from her any more.
Christopher Brown
my heartbeat is unconditional for her but she doesnt even care what am i supposed to do about it
life line. beginning, end. flat line. racing and pacing defining our days. flutters when excited.
Beat my heart around with a stick, it’s hanging from a tree. You tied it up with ribbon and left it on the front porch, but not before.
I let you cross me, casually, allowed my heart some room to edge out slowly. When we came up for air my heart pounded on the door, begging to be set free.
After that you were an echo, a bodiless voice, set to fling about my head. That’s what you did after all, you brought my head into the matter.
So even after you burdened my heart, you littered my head with madness. The thoughts of I am incomplete or I am wrong, mistaken, unable to properly love.
Have you heard it? Superstition some may say, but I believe it. If your lover’s heartbeat matches yours you are destined to be together. That’s why I lie awake. His goes thumping while mine is silent.
Heart beats quickly in
The Golden Sun of the Day
Helpful coma is death
He felt the thumping close to his. Close – an infinitesimal distance between the two churning organs – yet a distance still. That seemingly small, insignificant distance could have been a mile for all he was concerned.
fuck.
i don’t seem to have one.
I put my ear up to your lips when you breathe. To hear your heartbeat. I press my temple against your hip too. To hear your heartbeat. I place my middle and ring finger on your chest. To hear your heartbeat. I walk across your words. To hear your heartbeat. I fly through your hair doing somersaults to rhythms….because the only way to stay on key….is, To hear your heartbeat.
Falling asleep to the rhythmic beat of your heart. At peace with the world. Joy.
Heartbeat..life!
Oh my gosh, life is so amazing. The world, animals, humans, plants, trees. Everything has a heartbeat, everything has a life, a place in the world.
You have a place too.
i can feel it jumping right out of my chest. i’m sure you could see it through my shirt, too, if you were paying attention. nerves, anxiety, panic. breathe deep, calm down.
Lifeblood, life, seeping into all things on earth – rythmic and steady. Symbol of love and life – marker of death when silenced.
With every word you whisper upon my ear, feel my heartbeat. With every caress upon my skin, feel my heartbeat. Racing faster and faster with each and every moment spent with you.
Something happened that day. I’m not sure what happened but all of a sudden, it came back. The thought of it made my body cringe as we all thought it was gone for good. A pulse rippled throughout the whole city like a
under my body. under the places where you should be touching me, all the skin cold in december. why aren’t you here? why aren’t you with me? I don’t see you, I don’t feel you, but I can feel your heartbeat inside the pillow I’m holding close to my chest. I feel it in time with mine. don’t doubt me anymore.
i was looking at the beautiful girl and the rush of desire made my heart beat so fast!!i have more time to fantasize about things that make my hear tbeat faster or slower….winninng the uk lotterey is one fine ex
why does my heartbeat so at the lilt of your voice. why do your words affect the flow of my blood through those little doors. the valves they tense when you are speaking. why do i care about your little thoughts and words and ideas there is no need. your hartbeats in a mean way so be it. why do i let it affect my heartbeat so?
it takes just a heartbeat to know you’ve fallen in love, nothing more. A heartbeat that jumps in your chest, that pounds harder than the other millions of beats your heart have ever pounded.
ca-thump
its all over
the clock stops
on another life beat
or
its all over
because
love struck
the hour
Slowly but surely the heart beat. Steady, firm. Simply because it could. That was its purpose: to beat. However time passed, years dragged on and the heartbeat grew softer. Slowly but steadily it slipped into oblivion. Only a memory to those that knew the heartbeat and its owner. Those who loved the heart.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, th-thud, th-thud, th-thud.
Your capacity to suffer increases your capacity to love.
My heartbeat sped up when I gazed at the adoring look in his eyes. It made my heart flutter and I got all warm inside. He loved me. It was that simple.
as myheartbeat pulses, so does the heartbeat of all creation. i am all life in a single breathe of power and infinite becoming. With every beat I am becoming more than I have ever been. We are the
once there was heartbeat, an everyloving heartbeat. Never would one know where this heartbeat could be. If there was anyone who could find this heartbeat, there soul would be lifted into the heavens.
in a heartbeat you were there when I need you you are there when our heartsbeat you are there when you loved me you were there when I cried you where there when i died you were there.
as i breathe, something throbs next to the life giving sacks of air hanging in my chest. it swells and cascades down to a patter, a beat without a drum.
my heartbeat sped up the last time we danced. he was at the bar and you were at my hips and we danced. I can say that i haven’t felt the flush of novelty in awhile.
My heartbeat sped up as I looked up into his eyes. “We can’t see each other anymore.” He whispered.
All I could say was “Why?”
All he could say was “Age.”
And I laughed at the thought of 10 years difference.
and how he was using it as just an excuse.
I kissed him and convinced him.
Age didn’t matter. I didn’t care he was 35 while I was 25.
it was nothing, but ‘his friends thought it was bad.’
Your friends should stop drinking.
I love you.
And all day long i keep thinking
you might tell me the same, or at least
ask what i want you to ask.
i’d say yes in a heartbeat.
quicker even.
it’s only you, these days.
Old days at Biscayne, lost in the stale summer air. Floating away on the broken water bed. Slipping away from the realization of my mothers and possibly my own insanity. The pulsing of her so close to my ear, and I can’t remember.
It’s constant and rhythmic. We can feel it flowing through our veins but we can never really touch it. A perfect melody or the perfect stranger of love…
Heartbeat? I wish I could feel mine more often, I wish it weren’t something that we grow so accustomed to. I wish we didn’t ignore our heartbeats, or the heartbeats of others. They’re important, you know? They mean something. Live.
Dein Herzschlag, unter mir, unter meinem Kopf, regelmäßig, beruhigend. Ich atme ihn ein, werde ein mit ihm. Meine Finger zucken im Tackt deines Herzens. Wo ist mein Herzschlag? Ist er eins mit deinem? Der gleich Takt, das gleiche Verlangen. Dein Herzschlag, hallt in meinem Kopf ewig wieder.
My heart has never beat as quickly as it did when I loved Bradon. I miss him, not the person he’s become. Its been two months since csmmunication and my heart hurts. Heartbeats.
He will try to cure me, the new boy. He can’t. Withdrawal.
thump thud thump thud.
its the sound of your heart.
it keeps us alive.
unconsciously.
this little organ holding soo much power.
we dont know what we have until its gone.
its taken for granted.
it hold so much emotion.
why the hell is brie making me write about a heartbeat?
although I guess it makes sense considering that for the most part, she is IN FACT my heartbeat… so, for all intensive purposes it makes sense. but at the end of the day, this is still a bull shit excercise.
I say this of course, but really in all actuallity I guess this is an interesting excersise.
One of my favorite sounds. I get lost in a tranquil place when I can rest my head upon someone’s chest and hear the rhythmic drumming of their heart. It reminds me that everyone, no matter who they are, does in fact have a heart.
something that takes an eternity, lasts only one moment and can never be brought back.
is in my chest. it thumps haha
Her heartbeat was strong, and beautiful. I could feel it beneath her soft, white wrists. She was breathing into my ear. Her soft sleeping eyes restless with dreams behind her long brown lashes. She was dreaming of her father again. how he heart her. She was beautiful. And not even he could take that away from her any more.
my heartbeat is unconditional for her but she doesnt even care what am i supposed to do about it