i feel the serpents heartbeat
it’s scales pushed aside to let the blood through
the rocks drinking their full of his love
his heart feeding the ground on which he slithers
Derek Adams
All I can hear is the furious beating of my heart. Anger pulses through my veins like a poison. I’m seeing red, even when I close my eyes and deny what they’ve shown me.
I’m having a bad day.
Julia
Sing, Sing, I can’t breathe; God told me to sing and now the words have collasped under my own already fallen tongue.
Speaking, Speaking of hope, the heart’s rytthym is as rapid as I suspect it would have been; but I must close my eyelids and pray to Mary that whenever he comes around, it does not fail me. Words and heart, don’t fail me now.
Cheyenne
my heartbeats in sync with the way ur eyes blink
so don’t blink to fast or u may miss me
blink so fast that my heart will beat loudly
rattling chest massively
but my heartbeat waits for u
for ur eyes to move the way that they do
my heart beats for u
luminoUS
the beat that my heart skipped..is the heartbeat that matters most…the value, the hierarchy of one single heartbeat..is over blown….a heart beats on the ribcage of desire. the heart beats on the minds of hate. the heart beats on the pressure of society. the heartbeats
sylvia
Heartbeat, an actual that happens naturally. A heartbeat pumps blood through are circulatory system. It’s associated with the heart. When a heart pumps blood ( by beating), it is then carried around the body, to the lungs. Where oxygen then is carried with the blood and carried to where its needed.
Riley
An invitation for melodrama for those with poetic souls. What pumps our blood and keeps us alive for those otherwise. Impartial to either. Still here anyways. Beat. Beat. Beat.
B
my heartbeat is the thing that gives me life, and I’m am very glad I have one. It’s actually more important thing in my life, because without it, I wouldn’t have one at all. I love hearing the beeping at hospitals, because I know someone is still alive on this planet.
Lauren
Always. What keeps us alive. Important. Impartial. Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, sixy seconds isn’t gone already? This one is easy. I’m watching a bad film and my heartbeat is still going. Beat, beat, beat, fuck you mister actor. beat. beat.
Brittney Sanderson
heart beat. Our beating hearts. Such a dramatic word for such a quiet simple activity. Heartbeats aren’t particularly loud, or exciting. But there’s something about the essence of who we are hidden there.
Rose
forever. it never stops. the most beautiful progression, the gift of life bestowed upon the people by the creator, what binds me to you, and mister rogers loves us too. i am full of it and spils out in every evening sunset whilst i watch a towering power of god descend behind the horizon
itsbeatnick
If it wasn’t for this heartbeat of mine, I would probably die, thing is without this heartbeat maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much, maybe I’d be better off dead than alive, but this heartbeat keeps living on
Jeff Bailey
flashing rythyms of palpitations and love conjoining as one in a wonderful overlapping state of mind. the gateway to the soul, love feeds off of this rythmic pattern and all life is drawn together and nothing is more important than love
itsbeatnick
I could feel your heartbeat against my palm. A gentle lub dub, like the comforting hum of a window-perched A/C unit. You know that I cannot breathe for you but sometimes, I wish, I wish… my eyes blink to the beat of your pulse and in an instant, it’s over.
carolyn
you are my heart beat, like the thing pong pong that makes me live, furtunally if you go away i wont day, i just will have a little pain, nothing else… My heartbeat is like a full spring of life is like the only thing that will make me cry.
elisa
In a heartbeat, everything can go away. Your life, your job, everything. So, take a second, a heartbeat maybe, and just think; Am I doing my life right?
Nick Tiegs
The pulsing rhythmic flow of blood that courses the blood through my veins, brings me life, exchanges my air, and feeds my emotions, is my heartbeat. Without it, I cannot feel what it means to be truly alive. My heartbeat is me.
Alexis Clyburn
his hearbeat raced. but this wasn’t the type of hearbeat you’d expect from relaxing in the kitchen with some red bush tea and a group of men in black suits.
fitzy
The sound of life. Skipping, thumping and bursting its way through your life.
meg
was sounding under the ultrasound machine, leaving the mother-to-be sobbing. “Aren’t you happy?” asked the technician who was attending to her. “I would be, but I’ve never had sex before–with a human.” DUN DUN DUN!!!
Ethan
every heartbeat is precious. don’t waste any one minute of your life. You can’t afford it
Kirra
there was a heartbeat inside the cotton sheath. i put my ear down and felt the rugged coarseness rub against my lobe. i felt it pulsing beneath me. it was a slow, thudding beath, like a drum that predicted inevitable doom. i am not worried though; i am lulled by the calm steadyness of this beat.
Henry
spring, life, nourishment. quench it kill it stop forever!
mine now I drink deep your gushing fountain, faster and faster, drain your life.
johnny
It is a heartbeat. It is the very percussion of the body. It echoes throughout the entirety of ones being, a steady thump, continuing forever, on and on, never ceasing… Until the inevitable finale of the glorious orchestra. It beats. It beats. It quivers slightly, it beats. One ma-
Reginald
a baby’s heartbeat begins at 9 days in the womb…
That is DEFINITELY a person & abortion is murder.
JLT
i wait twenty before i begine, another ten on spelling, i have thirty left and the pressure is on, the rhythmic sound is music to my ears, the beat of my inner organ supplies the music for my lyrics.
Vincent
His heart beats fast in his chest, like it’s in his throat. He can feel it burning, struggling to keep up with the status quo signifying life. He can feel it in his temples. Too loud. He doesn’t think it’s something he’ll be able to feel for very much longer. The pain grows, hurts. A heart attack occurs.
Stef
The sound of a small baby still in the womb waiting to be born into a small world where all its hopes and dreams can come true. The baby not only has a beating heart but a thinking mind and soul and love, it has love.
Jacob Stevens
its the sound you hear in your chest…life,spirit.warming to hear, shocking to not hear.tells of emotion, surprised!
tammy
my heart beat sucks
i have a rapid one
after hearing that jenn has cancer
33% survival rate
my heart beats faster, every time my phone goes off
everytime that mike is online
my heartbeats out of its chest, thinking that there’s hope
hope for jenn
hope for myself
hope for friendship
and even
hope
for
love.
annie
In a heartbeat my life flashed before me. I had no idea what to do, so I just acted on instinct. Listening to the beat of my heart, I sang in tune. A literally sang ‘to the beat of my heart’. I wasn’t quite sure what this was going to accomplish, but it just seemed the right thing to do. My heartbeat gave the rhythm to my song, and that was it.
Cherie
There is nothing more to say. Resting my head on your chest, I know we’re both alive.
r.a.
My heartbeat races so incredibly fast when I’m with him. It’s insane. It’s nonsensical.
It’s love.
CC
paul kisses inside chest love of my life listen to it to fall asleep and it makes me feel safe and happy like i have someone in the world who is my other half and his heart beats to mine
jayne
I can hear it in my ears, I can feel it. Thump, thump, thump. My veins are rushing fast and hard, and my forehead is beaded with sweat. My heartbeat is all that’s keeping my alive. I’m on the floor.
Karlee Barnes
Two hearts to be confused.
Two hearts to speed up truth.
We had our promise made.
Four hands and then away.
Both out of influence, we had demons sent.
To know what to say.
Mind is a razor blade.
To call for hands up above to lean on
wouldn’t be good enough for me no.
(Heatbeats By: The Knife)
I love this song and it was me and my ex-man’s song. He’s avoiding my calls today.
I should just severe it but it’s soooo hard!
cosmos
Thump Thump thump. After I stopped the exhilaration from running made my heartbeat declare itself in my ears.
Cecilia
There’s a reason for people to act strange when they just freak out and stop thinking properly. Maybe its because the sun isn’t shining quite the way they expected it to that particular day. I know that when she hesitates, my heart will beat just a little stronger.
Jarraflies
I heart my heart pound, and knew I was there. I was in first place, at the very top. If only I was not already a dead man…
Justin Little
As I saw him walking towards me, my heartbeat burst into a thousands individuals stepping alongside me. This wasn’t just my lover, he is the world’s.
i feel the serpents heartbeat
it’s scales pushed aside to let the blood through
the rocks drinking their full of his love
his heart feeding the ground on which he slithers
All I can hear is the furious beating of my heart. Anger pulses through my veins like a poison. I’m seeing red, even when I close my eyes and deny what they’ve shown me.
I’m having a bad day.
Sing, Sing, I can’t breathe; God told me to sing and now the words have collasped under my own already fallen tongue.
Speaking, Speaking of hope, the heart’s rytthym is as rapid as I suspect it would have been; but I must close my eyelids and pray to Mary that whenever he comes around, it does not fail me. Words and heart, don’t fail me now.
my heartbeats in sync with the way ur eyes blink
so don’t blink to fast or u may miss me
blink so fast that my heart will beat loudly
rattling chest massively
but my heartbeat waits for u
for ur eyes to move the way that they do
my heart beats for u
the beat that my heart skipped..is the heartbeat that matters most…the value, the hierarchy of one single heartbeat..is over blown….a heart beats on the ribcage of desire. the heart beats on the minds of hate. the heart beats on the pressure of society. the heartbeats
Heartbeat, an actual that happens naturally. A heartbeat pumps blood through are circulatory system. It’s associated with the heart. When a heart pumps blood ( by beating), it is then carried around the body, to the lungs. Where oxygen then is carried with the blood and carried to where its needed.
An invitation for melodrama for those with poetic souls. What pumps our blood and keeps us alive for those otherwise. Impartial to either. Still here anyways. Beat. Beat. Beat.
my heartbeat is the thing that gives me life, and I’m am very glad I have one. It’s actually more important thing in my life, because without it, I wouldn’t have one at all. I love hearing the beeping at hospitals, because I know someone is still alive on this planet.
Always. What keeps us alive. Important. Impartial. Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, sixy seconds isn’t gone already? This one is easy. I’m watching a bad film and my heartbeat is still going. Beat, beat, beat, fuck you mister actor. beat. beat.
heart beat. Our beating hearts. Such a dramatic word for such a quiet simple activity. Heartbeats aren’t particularly loud, or exciting. But there’s something about the essence of who we are hidden there.
forever. it never stops. the most beautiful progression, the gift of life bestowed upon the people by the creator, what binds me to you, and mister rogers loves us too. i am full of it and spils out in every evening sunset whilst i watch a towering power of god descend behind the horizon
If it wasn’t for this heartbeat of mine, I would probably die, thing is without this heartbeat maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much, maybe I’d be better off dead than alive, but this heartbeat keeps living on
flashing rythyms of palpitations and love conjoining as one in a wonderful overlapping state of mind. the gateway to the soul, love feeds off of this rythmic pattern and all life is drawn together and nothing is more important than love
I could feel your heartbeat against my palm. A gentle lub dub, like the comforting hum of a window-perched A/C unit. You know that I cannot breathe for you but sometimes, I wish, I wish… my eyes blink to the beat of your pulse and in an instant, it’s over.
you are my heart beat, like the thing pong pong that makes me live, furtunally if you go away i wont day, i just will have a little pain, nothing else… My heartbeat is like a full spring of life is like the only thing that will make me cry.
In a heartbeat, everything can go away. Your life, your job, everything. So, take a second, a heartbeat maybe, and just think; Am I doing my life right?
The pulsing rhythmic flow of blood that courses the blood through my veins, brings me life, exchanges my air, and feeds my emotions, is my heartbeat. Without it, I cannot feel what it means to be truly alive. My heartbeat is me.
his hearbeat raced. but this wasn’t the type of hearbeat you’d expect from relaxing in the kitchen with some red bush tea and a group of men in black suits.
The sound of life. Skipping, thumping and bursting its way through your life.
was sounding under the ultrasound machine, leaving the mother-to-be sobbing. “Aren’t you happy?” asked the technician who was attending to her. “I would be, but I’ve never had sex before–with a human.” DUN DUN DUN!!!
every heartbeat is precious. don’t waste any one minute of your life. You can’t afford it
there was a heartbeat inside the cotton sheath. i put my ear down and felt the rugged coarseness rub against my lobe. i felt it pulsing beneath me. it was a slow, thudding beath, like a drum that predicted inevitable doom. i am not worried though; i am lulled by the calm steadyness of this beat.
spring, life, nourishment. quench it kill it stop forever!
mine now I drink deep your gushing fountain, faster and faster, drain your life.
It is a heartbeat. It is the very percussion of the body. It echoes throughout the entirety of ones being, a steady thump, continuing forever, on and on, never ceasing… Until the inevitable finale of the glorious orchestra. It beats. It beats. It quivers slightly, it beats. One ma-
a baby’s heartbeat begins at 9 days in the womb…
That is DEFINITELY a person & abortion is murder.
i wait twenty before i begine, another ten on spelling, i have thirty left and the pressure is on, the rhythmic sound is music to my ears, the beat of my inner organ supplies the music for my lyrics.
His heart beats fast in his chest, like it’s in his throat. He can feel it burning, struggling to keep up with the status quo signifying life. He can feel it in his temples. Too loud. He doesn’t think it’s something he’ll be able to feel for very much longer. The pain grows, hurts. A heart attack occurs.
The sound of a small baby still in the womb waiting to be born into a small world where all its hopes and dreams can come true. The baby not only has a beating heart but a thinking mind and soul and love, it has love.
its the sound you hear in your chest…life,spirit.warming to hear, shocking to not hear.tells of emotion, surprised!
my heart beat sucks
i have a rapid one
after hearing that jenn has cancer
33% survival rate
my heart beats faster, every time my phone goes off
everytime that mike is online
my heartbeats out of its chest, thinking that there’s hope
hope for jenn
hope for myself
hope for friendship
and even
hope
for
love.
In a heartbeat my life flashed before me. I had no idea what to do, so I just acted on instinct. Listening to the beat of my heart, I sang in tune. A literally sang ‘to the beat of my heart’. I wasn’t quite sure what this was going to accomplish, but it just seemed the right thing to do. My heartbeat gave the rhythm to my song, and that was it.
There is nothing more to say. Resting my head on your chest, I know we’re both alive.
My heartbeat races so incredibly fast when I’m with him. It’s insane. It’s nonsensical.
It’s love.
paul kisses inside chest love of my life listen to it to fall asleep and it makes me feel safe and happy like i have someone in the world who is my other half and his heart beats to mine
I can hear it in my ears, I can feel it. Thump, thump, thump. My veins are rushing fast and hard, and my forehead is beaded with sweat. My heartbeat is all that’s keeping my alive. I’m on the floor.
Two hearts to be confused.
Two hearts to speed up truth.
We had our promise made.
Four hands and then away.
Both out of influence, we had demons sent.
To know what to say.
Mind is a razor blade.
To call for hands up above to lean on
wouldn’t be good enough for me no.
(Heatbeats By: The Knife)
I love this song and it was me and my ex-man’s song. He’s avoiding my calls today.
I should just severe it but it’s soooo hard!
Thump Thump thump. After I stopped the exhilaration from running made my heartbeat declare itself in my ears.
There’s a reason for people to act strange when they just freak out and stop thinking properly. Maybe its because the sun isn’t shining quite the way they expected it to that particular day. I know that when she hesitates, my heart will beat just a little stronger.
I heart my heart pound, and knew I was there. I was in first place, at the very top. If only I was not already a dead man…
As I saw him walking towards me, my heartbeat burst into a thousands individuals stepping alongside me. This wasn’t just my lover, he is the world’s.