heartbeats, while they should be the sign of a healthy body, to me sound more like the ticking of a clock. as I lay in the dark with one arm draped casually over your chest I fight sleep to feel that heart beat against my skin, knowing by now that this will be the last chance I have to feel you alive in my arms.
tehlor
So if I stay here, will you stay too? Will you be my ever shining star? Never let it fade…never let me fade.
Grace
Dadum, dadum, dadum, like a dance. Like the flutter of the tiny hummingbird’s wings your heart doesn’t even thump, it pats itself against the inside of your tiny chest.
Sally
In a heartbeat she knew that she loved him. It was something about his face, so gentle, so endearing. It was not a classically handsome face, but a sensitive one. They had known each each other for a while and had always had a lot to say to each other, but once he had indicated that he was interested, she knew exactly how she felt.
Carmela
it ticks below my ear and inside of your soft warm chest. it makes me feel closer to you, and also feel how fragile you are. this heartbeat your link to the world.
kayti
heartbeat… I could feel mine, I could… see yours. I’ll be thinking about the awkward moment we shared today. You were happy to see me. I was happy you were happy.. But still, I’m thinking of him.
“I can’t feel my heart beat,” he said, “so I’m going to borrow yours.”
He said that. We were
holding each other by the water fall.
To be honest, he can have it, even though I say I love you…
The Founder
One of my favorite sounds is that of my husband’s heartbeat. It is so relaxing to lie on his chest and feel impossibly close to him. I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel at home. He is the love of my life. I could not be happier.
Laura
in the moments before sex, you can hear it. Before your son or daughter jumps out into the water from the cliff; when your dog does not return after a few minutes of calling; when the only thing keeping you awake is the slow thud.
dustin coren
well, trying to think of something smart to say in 60 seconds certainly makes my little heart beat faster… so here i go still trying to fight the clock and still at a complete lack of intelligent words… and its orange. going red.. and time’s up. sigh.
lexi
it beats and I have one and it goes slow sometimes and fast sometimes but it continues to go and I am happy that it does; It beats faster when I see my husband because I get excited and happy to see him; it beats slower when my body is at rest because I am at peace.
Catherine
There was a low tick from the ticker of a slow heartbeat. It fluttered and sputtered looking for direction. The clock struck 10 intangible with the heartbeat, it ticked until 20 seconds to 1 after.
PRR
when I can remember what my heartbeat sounds like. when I can remember how to hold something precious in my hands and lose myself in the shimmer of some kind of gold…
tv
I love the idea of a heartbeat. A gentle rhythm, my body is a vast ocean with depths unfathomable, and my heart gently taps an in and an out, the back and forth of the waves…
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. In and out. Forever.
Tyler
I used to point at my ribcage and tell people my heart was an island, floating forever, conquered by no one. No longer. You came and stole it one day – ripped it right out of my chest. The pain was sweeter than anything I’d ever felt, or at least anything I could remember feeling.
Anna
His mouth traces patterns against her skin – glowing, glimmering patterns – as he kisses her goodbye, the final goodbye, she whispers to him of all the ways she loves him. Against his chest, she lets the tears well up and spill over.
Underneath his gentle hands, her heartbeat slows.
Slows – forever she’ll love him, forever –
then stops.
He buries his face against her motionless neck, soft and sweet and smelling like her, and weeps.
Anna
don’t think, just feel your heartbeat. fetal monitor. it sounded really fast over 100 beats per minute, more like a butterfly flapping its wings really rapidly. was the baby breathless, too? i’ll never know. the big gulp of air and screaming his lungs out as he came into the world. loud boy, loud boy.
annina
my heartbeat felt as though it would fly right out of my chest. i saw you, and i just couldn’t resist stealing yours, if only for a moment in time.
lola
His heartbeat was weak, but the blood in his veins was flowing. Her heartbeat was strong, but the blood in her veins could not flow. Side by side they laid, listening to their heart beat and waiting for all time to stop.
Emily
my heart pounds and skips around at nothing more than a 3-second glance. it tattoos a smile into my face and leaves it glowing there for the next five minutes.
rachel
Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
Steady. Constant. Alive.
Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
Tha-.
It was never finished.
Stopped.
Dead.
Misty
It’s not your heart anymore.
It’s mine, ours.
Forever.
Just leave it with me, and I’ll make sure it’s safe.
Sophia Bush
It skipped and jumped, palpatated and beat for just a minute too long, too quick, too soon, too much?
Eelajo
Fast, twice. It stops when I see you, and then accelerates at a million miles a minute. It runs, and skips, and bounces. And then you leave. It stutters, limps. Lost without you.
Alex Drake
i often think that it’ll stop if i stop thinking about things that i think make it go. that’s why i can’t sleep. that’s why i can’t laugh to hard. that’s why i can’t cry when i realize that you are still gone. that’s why i can’t stop thinking about it. that’s why i get so torn up about everything and nothing at the same time.
heartbeat.
heart beats?
Amelia Oliver
Some thing i like to feel
Dylan
My heartbeat is quickening. He places his hand over my heart and sweetly whispers, “I love you.” into my ear. I melt at his voice and quiver at his touch. Nothing can stop me now.
JoLynn
The first thing that came to mind was love; but before I could expand on that thought, the less I felt I really had to say. So, I didn’t.
Dan
Your heart knows better than your mind. If you meet someone, and tell yourself they aren’t attractive, yet when they speak your heart flutters and your blood pressure rises to a point that you think you might just explode. You can tell you have been defeated, heart over mind.
Ruby
Ein Herzschlag ist nichts besonderes, jeder hat ihn, jeder benötigt ihn. Aber er konnte den ihrigen hören. Schon von der Ferne. Den einen unter tausenden. Er klang nicht viel anders. Aber er war stärker. Er war eigen. Er war gleichzeitig unglaublich sanft und
Melanie
it’s a sound of life and love
not restricted to mankind
but to all of God’s kingdom
to all of his kind
and as simple as it is
as quiet as it can be
as quickly as it comes
it’s just as soon gone.
Chase Meyer
The hearbeat betrays our emotions. That is, if anyone else could hear it. Lucky it’s locked away inside that ribcage.
Martin
My grandad sometimes skips a beat. Just the thought of it makes me feel dizzy and weird. He’s a typical grumpy grandad. He is lovely but stubborn, lives on his own. He won’t even buy himself special K even though it’s his favourite, he hates spending on himself. Yet he is very generous to others.
shelley
My heartbeat and his. They never harmonize like everyone say theirs does with their soul-mates. But, even when they say that I don’t get discouraged. Because our love is there, I know it. We’re just never going to be compatible, we’re reckless like so.
Sandy
Again that word. why ist it always the same?! I don’t know. Couldn’t you make a new word? Like “angst” or “fun” or “wish”?! It would be great to wirte about something else but heartbeat! Man, please! It beats in me, the heart but I don’t want to talk about it again…
Chichi
I have a heartbeat just like everyone else. It keeps me alive and active and does the job of pumping blood to all of my vital organs. Did you know that your heartbeats over 60 times a minute.
Alan
haha.
the heart is just an organ.
i think…
it’s strange that people connect with feelings and stuff.
josi
i feel my heartbeet race everytime she is near – does this mean what i think it does
andythrobber
Heart beating in her chest, blood pumped to his extremities in turn. The new relationship, new sex energy over-took them.
Brax
Ooh that horrible De Franco family song, Heartbeat…it’s a love beat…and when we meet…it’s a good sensation, YIKES!
The blip on the heart monitor at the hospital; the pulse you can feel on your neck or your wrist; something that worries you if it goes too fast or too slow for a second
Amy
in a heartbeat things can change. my heart my stop. my thoughts my stop (ah what a blessing). my feelings could possibly change. at least, i could wish. i don’t have to stay on this road. that’s a wish. it could happen. i could change. i could be loved tomorrow. it could! it could!
heartbeats, while they should be the sign of a healthy body, to me sound more like the ticking of a clock. as I lay in the dark with one arm draped casually over your chest I fight sleep to feel that heart beat against my skin, knowing by now that this will be the last chance I have to feel you alive in my arms.
So if I stay here, will you stay too? Will you be my ever shining star? Never let it fade…never let me fade.
Dadum, dadum, dadum, like a dance. Like the flutter of the tiny hummingbird’s wings your heart doesn’t even thump, it pats itself against the inside of your tiny chest.
In a heartbeat she knew that she loved him. It was something about his face, so gentle, so endearing. It was not a classically handsome face, but a sensitive one. They had known each each other for a while and had always had a lot to say to each other, but once he had indicated that he was interested, she knew exactly how she felt.
it ticks below my ear and inside of your soft warm chest. it makes me feel closer to you, and also feel how fragile you are. this heartbeat your link to the world.
heartbeat… I could feel mine, I could… see yours. I’ll be thinking about the awkward moment we shared today. You were happy to see me. I was happy you were happy.. But still, I’m thinking of him.
“I can’t feel my heart beat,” he said, “so I’m going to borrow yours.”
He said that. We were
holding each other by the water fall.
To be honest, he can have it, even though I say I love you…
One of my favorite sounds is that of my husband’s heartbeat. It is so relaxing to lie on his chest and feel impossibly close to him. I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel at home. He is the love of my life. I could not be happier.
in the moments before sex, you can hear it. Before your son or daughter jumps out into the water from the cliff; when your dog does not return after a few minutes of calling; when the only thing keeping you awake is the slow thud.
well, trying to think of something smart to say in 60 seconds certainly makes my little heart beat faster… so here i go still trying to fight the clock and still at a complete lack of intelligent words… and its orange. going red.. and time’s up. sigh.
it beats and I have one and it goes slow sometimes and fast sometimes but it continues to go and I am happy that it does; It beats faster when I see my husband because I get excited and happy to see him; it beats slower when my body is at rest because I am at peace.
There was a low tick from the ticker of a slow heartbeat. It fluttered and sputtered looking for direction. The clock struck 10 intangible with the heartbeat, it ticked until 20 seconds to 1 after.
when I can remember what my heartbeat sounds like. when I can remember how to hold something precious in my hands and lose myself in the shimmer of some kind of gold…
I love the idea of a heartbeat. A gentle rhythm, my body is a vast ocean with depths unfathomable, and my heart gently taps an in and an out, the back and forth of the waves…
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. In and out. Forever.
I used to point at my ribcage and tell people my heart was an island, floating forever, conquered by no one. No longer. You came and stole it one day – ripped it right out of my chest. The pain was sweeter than anything I’d ever felt, or at least anything I could remember feeling.
His mouth traces patterns against her skin – glowing, glimmering patterns – as he kisses her goodbye, the final goodbye, she whispers to him of all the ways she loves him. Against his chest, she lets the tears well up and spill over.
Underneath his gentle hands, her heartbeat slows.
Slows – forever she’ll love him, forever –
then stops.
He buries his face against her motionless neck, soft and sweet and smelling like her, and weeps.
don’t think, just feel your heartbeat. fetal monitor. it sounded really fast over 100 beats per minute, more like a butterfly flapping its wings really rapidly. was the baby breathless, too? i’ll never know. the big gulp of air and screaming his lungs out as he came into the world. loud boy, loud boy.
my heartbeat felt as though it would fly right out of my chest. i saw you, and i just couldn’t resist stealing yours, if only for a moment in time.
His heartbeat was weak, but the blood in his veins was flowing. Her heartbeat was strong, but the blood in her veins could not flow. Side by side they laid, listening to their heart beat and waiting for all time to stop.
my heart pounds and skips around at nothing more than a 3-second glance. it tattoos a smile into my face and leaves it glowing there for the next five minutes.
Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
Steady. Constant. Alive.
Tha-thump. Tha-thump.
Tha-.
It was never finished.
Stopped.
Dead.
It’s not your heart anymore.
It’s mine, ours.
Forever.
Just leave it with me, and I’ll make sure it’s safe.
It skipped and jumped, palpatated and beat for just a minute too long, too quick, too soon, too much?
Fast, twice. It stops when I see you, and then accelerates at a million miles a minute. It runs, and skips, and bounces. And then you leave. It stutters, limps. Lost without you.
i often think that it’ll stop if i stop thinking about things that i think make it go. that’s why i can’t sleep. that’s why i can’t laugh to hard. that’s why i can’t cry when i realize that you are still gone. that’s why i can’t stop thinking about it. that’s why i get so torn up about everything and nothing at the same time.
heartbeat.
heart beats?
Some thing i like to feel
My heartbeat is quickening. He places his hand over my heart and sweetly whispers, “I love you.” into my ear. I melt at his voice and quiver at his touch. Nothing can stop me now.
The first thing that came to mind was love; but before I could expand on that thought, the less I felt I really had to say. So, I didn’t.
Your heart knows better than your mind. If you meet someone, and tell yourself they aren’t attractive, yet when they speak your heart flutters and your blood pressure rises to a point that you think you might just explode. You can tell you have been defeated, heart over mind.
Ein Herzschlag ist nichts besonderes, jeder hat ihn, jeder benötigt ihn. Aber er konnte den ihrigen hören. Schon von der Ferne. Den einen unter tausenden. Er klang nicht viel anders. Aber er war stärker. Er war eigen. Er war gleichzeitig unglaublich sanft und
it’s a sound of life and love
not restricted to mankind
but to all of God’s kingdom
to all of his kind
and as simple as it is
as quiet as it can be
as quickly as it comes
it’s just as soon gone.
The hearbeat betrays our emotions. That is, if anyone else could hear it. Lucky it’s locked away inside that ribcage.
My grandad sometimes skips a beat. Just the thought of it makes me feel dizzy and weird. He’s a typical grumpy grandad. He is lovely but stubborn, lives on his own. He won’t even buy himself special K even though it’s his favourite, he hates spending on himself. Yet he is very generous to others.
My heartbeat and his. They never harmonize like everyone say theirs does with their soul-mates. But, even when they say that I don’t get discouraged. Because our love is there, I know it. We’re just never going to be compatible, we’re reckless like so.
Again that word. why ist it always the same?! I don’t know. Couldn’t you make a new word? Like “angst” or “fun” or “wish”?! It would be great to wirte about something else but heartbeat! Man, please! It beats in me, the heart but I don’t want to talk about it again…
I have a heartbeat just like everyone else. It keeps me alive and active and does the job of pumping blood to all of my vital organs. Did you know that your heartbeats over 60 times a minute.
haha.
the heart is just an organ.
i think…
it’s strange that people connect with feelings and stuff.
i feel my heartbeet race everytime she is near – does this mean what i think it does
Heart beating in her chest, blood pumped to his extremities in turn. The new relationship, new sex energy over-took them.
Ooh that horrible De Franco family song, Heartbeat…it’s a love beat…and when we meet…it’s a good sensation, YIKES!
The blip on the heart monitor at the hospital; the pulse you can feel on your neck or your wrist; something that worries you if it goes too fast or too slow for a second
in a heartbeat things can change. my heart my stop. my thoughts my stop (ah what a blessing). my feelings could possibly change. at least, i could wish. i don’t have to stay on this road. that’s a wish. it could happen. i could change. i could be loved tomorrow. it could! it could!