i told him i love him..i really mean that one word!
Sara
My heartbeat thumps harder and harder everytime i see his face or kiss his lips.
nikki
Thump, thump, thump … OK, enough about heartbeats already. What’s the next word???
plink
when i feel yout heart beat against mines my blood rushes up to my face…my palsm gets sweaty i bein to panic as my body temp. rises and everything goes black …i can only see me and you in the dark and as your leaning towards me i can hear our beats in sync
Roselly Genao
He’s gotta make it.
He will make it.
Nobody will make it if he doesn’t.
The heartbeat is the timed bomb for humanity.
The timed bomb that’ll destroy it.
Maybe not humanity.
But the world, at least.
At least, my world, that is.
Mary
my heartbeat trembles with despair. and it aches with loneliness.
jesse
the sound that you fell when you know ur alive. what tells you your you and can pulse out your heart ot another. what goes faster and faster when you found the one. what you’re sure they can hear when they get close to you. it keeps you going. it pulses and races and runs along, with no regard for how hard you’re pulling, where you’re going,or how you’re getting there. it makes you you
shannon
I can hear the heartbeat of the city. I can feel its pulse. I can hear raindrops falling on the tops of cold buildings. I can feel life try to sprout on those roofs.
Chris W
well i think this may in fact be two words together.Hum, well, maybe i am to analytical, or just not really into heart beats right now because all i do all day is listen to them.
Bethany
heartbeat. I thought it was paranoia, when i was overly conscious of my heartbeat–you know, that insecurity when you stand in front of a room to give a speech and you’re sure everyone can here the nervous ticking in your chest–but lying there, on that bed next to you, i was proven wrong. You could here someone’s heartbeat, a foot away sharing the same tense bed.
ici
All I knew you never knew you
had a pulse until you pressed.
All I knew the quiet between
could be the sea. I knew to
bleed when I turned the page
too fast.
jamie
i feel to the heartbeat.
your heartbeat.
i forgot my name
it seems so simple.
i am not beating my own heart.
or am i?
Jake
i have always had a very healthy heart even tho i don’t take care of it as much as i should i have never skipped a heartbeat i know and when i do i will no longer feel like im growing but dying instead
holy ghost
i fell in love with a girl when i was 14. ever since she has been my everythought. she is my every heartbeat and i miss her everyday. being so far from her hurts me but it hurts more seeing the pictures of her and her boyfriend she posts on the internet. i will never know the love of
MrTiggles
i love laying down on you and feeling it happen in your chest, the same thing that happens in mine. yet yours feels different, but only in that i know that you’re alive. i am glad you are.
christie
what i go through everyday because the one i want is the one i cant have.
a
listening to the rythm thinking about the soul of the holder loving, caring, thinking, feeling, wondering. the center of the vessel. life
Kevin OV
i hear you body talking to mine beat beat beat breathing without speaking stolen moments, secret looks. i see the desire in your eyes. beat beat beat. and i love you
Christine OV
I feel your heartbeat under my ear, as my head lays on your chest. I feel safe, secure, relaxed, and, most of all, loved and cherished. Your heartbeat has become my heartbeat. When yours stops, so will mine. I love you.
Tera
Her heart stopped, mid-beat, quivered with shock and despair as the words fell from his mouth. The sob that tore itself from her throat was strangled with sorrow, thick and devastated and desperate.
Jessie
What provides existance. I think of love, without a heartbeat from another, your own beats alone. im thinking….this is hard!
melanie
heartbeat
the tempo of life.
everyone feels it.
and when its lost, you’re gone.
steven
a stopped heart beat means a dead person in 5 minutes. A dead person has no meaning except for the things he has done and memories left behind, therefore a dead person only has meaning to the people around him before he died. He is no one to the rest of the world.
Sarah
Heartbeat is the thing that keeps all of us going. Whether it’s our internal heartbeat, or the emotional heartbeat that we all have. Keep it healthy, keep it ‘fed’ and both will help you live longer.
John
I felt her heartbeat when I placed my head on her chest. The feeling was like a vacuum that took over the void. The longer I held my head there, the more I wanted to let it all go and fall in love.
Ro
My heartbeat cannot erase the memories. The unwillingness to walk in the rythm that is the passing of time. I will move backwards and fight the pull. You have not left. You have not left me here. you have not left me here alone. you have not left me here alone with the beating. You have not left me here alone with the beating of a broken heart.
Stella
I gave up one day. It was all over. That second in which I felt my last beat was the longest of my short life. I had been smiled upon by something greater than me.
Tom Duthie
when it stopped I felt that my world ended. It would soon prove to not be the case but mine is a strange story.
after I died, I was sent immediatly to Hell and was caste into the lake of fire
joe
The thing that keeps us going. when we do something wrong our heartbeat skips. With out it we would perish. It is necessary to keep a steady heartbeat. It is life.
Nick
When I get in to the pool all I can think of is keeping my heartbeat under control. I have this fear of drowning and swimming is about the one thing we can do over and over to overcome that fear. You see this is not only excercise, and is fun but it also, when we push ourselves, gives us that feeling of possibly drowning if we don’t get air. This happens to me when I really push myself. I have never been a swimmer, being from the north, so having married a “mermaid” and having bad knees…
Mike
I love the sound of hearbeat. I like listening to toher peoples, I like feeling my own. They are amazing and remind me of my physical body and life and I feel connected. I like when people comment on feeling or hearing your heartbeat or feeling it in some other part of their body, a pulse, a connection, a life. Everyone has one, exactly the same but also different. Amazing. Life.
Brinna
when someone gets scared their heatbeat goes faster. The heart beats when someone breathes?
Jessica
I envy what she hears, curled up in his chest like that. I’m sure that it’s more speeded than normal, what with her being so near, but that must be swiftly becoming the norm.
I want that–to know someone else’s heartbeat along with my own.
Temes Libelle Marlin
Your heartbeat is a fire in my brian, never going out, never even wavering. Always present, never to leave. I don’t mind, maybe I would go so far as to say that I enjoy it. For I love you and I always will.
shomo1025
loud. unending sign of life that often runs away with us without our knowing or understanding why. it often tells us things about ourselves that we would not have otherwise known. how long must we go before we are truly in tune with our heart and its beating?
starchild
I think about someone’s heartbeat all the time. But its never mine. It hasn’t been mine in a very long time.
moxie
hearts are fun, the pulse of everything. a drum beat that just keeps doing until it stops and then nothing. everything hinges on a heartbeat. whether we know it or not. it’s the one thing we have in common
Janae
it is what i feel whenever i think of you… that sound louder than my own voice edgar allen poes terrifying heartbeat that brings on sweaty scary sleepless nights… heartbeat the abscence of the racing that will come when another comes into my life.. heartbeat going faster hasnt it been a minute already am i supposed to manage the time and my own hearbeat
stephanie
the way i my hand graces your beard
the way i want to kiss you
my heart beats so fast i can’t believe it
i feel sick
alexis
when my dad died of a heart attack, I wondered if my heart would stop beating then too. It such a simple sound, but it is the only thing that keeps us going. And how easily it can cease to be.
i told him i love him..i really mean that one word!
My heartbeat thumps harder and harder everytime i see his face or kiss his lips.
Thump, thump, thump … OK, enough about heartbeats already. What’s the next word???
when i feel yout heart beat against mines my blood rushes up to my face…my palsm gets sweaty i bein to panic as my body temp. rises and everything goes black …i can only see me and you in the dark and as your leaning towards me i can hear our beats in sync
He’s gotta make it.
He will make it.
Nobody will make it if he doesn’t.
The heartbeat is the timed bomb for humanity.
The timed bomb that’ll destroy it.
Maybe not humanity.
But the world, at least.
At least, my world, that is.
my heartbeat trembles with despair. and it aches with loneliness.
the sound that you fell when you know ur alive. what tells you your you and can pulse out your heart ot another. what goes faster and faster when you found the one. what you’re sure they can hear when they get close to you. it keeps you going. it pulses and races and runs along, with no regard for how hard you’re pulling, where you’re going,or how you’re getting there. it makes you you
I can hear the heartbeat of the city. I can feel its pulse. I can hear raindrops falling on the tops of cold buildings. I can feel life try to sprout on those roofs.
well i think this may in fact be two words together.Hum, well, maybe i am to analytical, or just not really into heart beats right now because all i do all day is listen to them.
heartbeat. I thought it was paranoia, when i was overly conscious of my heartbeat–you know, that insecurity when you stand in front of a room to give a speech and you’re sure everyone can here the nervous ticking in your chest–but lying there, on that bed next to you, i was proven wrong. You could here someone’s heartbeat, a foot away sharing the same tense bed.
All I knew you never knew you
had a pulse until you pressed.
All I knew the quiet between
could be the sea. I knew to
bleed when I turned the page
too fast.
i feel to the heartbeat.
your heartbeat.
i forgot my name
it seems so simple.
i am not beating my own heart.
or am i?
i have always had a very healthy heart even tho i don’t take care of it as much as i should i have never skipped a heartbeat i know and when i do i will no longer feel like im growing but dying instead
i fell in love with a girl when i was 14. ever since she has been my everythought. she is my every heartbeat and i miss her everyday. being so far from her hurts me but it hurts more seeing the pictures of her and her boyfriend she posts on the internet. i will never know the love of
i love laying down on you and feeling it happen in your chest, the same thing that happens in mine. yet yours feels different, but only in that i know that you’re alive. i am glad you are.
what i go through everyday because the one i want is the one i cant have.
listening to the rythm thinking about the soul of the holder loving, caring, thinking, feeling, wondering. the center of the vessel. life
i hear you body talking to mine beat beat beat breathing without speaking stolen moments, secret looks. i see the desire in your eyes. beat beat beat. and i love you
I feel your heartbeat under my ear, as my head lays on your chest. I feel safe, secure, relaxed, and, most of all, loved and cherished. Your heartbeat has become my heartbeat. When yours stops, so will mine. I love you.
Her heart stopped, mid-beat, quivered with shock and despair as the words fell from his mouth. The sob that tore itself from her throat was strangled with sorrow, thick and devastated and desperate.
What provides existance. I think of love, without a heartbeat from another, your own beats alone. im thinking….this is hard!
heartbeat
the tempo of life.
everyone feels it.
and when its lost, you’re gone.
a stopped heart beat means a dead person in 5 minutes. A dead person has no meaning except for the things he has done and memories left behind, therefore a dead person only has meaning to the people around him before he died. He is no one to the rest of the world.
Heartbeat is the thing that keeps all of us going. Whether it’s our internal heartbeat, or the emotional heartbeat that we all have. Keep it healthy, keep it ‘fed’ and both will help you live longer.
I felt her heartbeat when I placed my head on her chest. The feeling was like a vacuum that took over the void. The longer I held my head there, the more I wanted to let it all go and fall in love.
My heartbeat cannot erase the memories. The unwillingness to walk in the rythm that is the passing of time. I will move backwards and fight the pull. You have not left. You have not left me here. you have not left me here alone. you have not left me here alone with the beating. You have not left me here alone with the beating of a broken heart.
I gave up one day. It was all over. That second in which I felt my last beat was the longest of my short life. I had been smiled upon by something greater than me.
when it stopped I felt that my world ended. It would soon prove to not be the case but mine is a strange story.
after I died, I was sent immediatly to Hell and was caste into the lake of fire
The thing that keeps us going. when we do something wrong our heartbeat skips. With out it we would perish. It is necessary to keep a steady heartbeat. It is life.
When I get in to the pool all I can think of is keeping my heartbeat under control. I have this fear of drowning and swimming is about the one thing we can do over and over to overcome that fear. You see this is not only excercise, and is fun but it also, when we push ourselves, gives us that feeling of possibly drowning if we don’t get air. This happens to me when I really push myself. I have never been a swimmer, being from the north, so having married a “mermaid” and having bad knees…
I love the sound of hearbeat. I like listening to toher peoples, I like feeling my own. They are amazing and remind me of my physical body and life and I feel connected. I like when people comment on feeling or hearing your heartbeat or feeling it in some other part of their body, a pulse, a connection, a life. Everyone has one, exactly the same but also different. Amazing. Life.
when someone gets scared their heatbeat goes faster. The heart beats when someone breathes?
I envy what she hears, curled up in his chest like that. I’m sure that it’s more speeded than normal, what with her being so near, but that must be swiftly becoming the norm.
I want that–to know someone else’s heartbeat along with my own.
Your heartbeat is a fire in my brian, never going out, never even wavering. Always present, never to leave. I don’t mind, maybe I would go so far as to say that I enjoy it. For I love you and I always will.
loud. unending sign of life that often runs away with us without our knowing or understanding why. it often tells us things about ourselves that we would not have otherwise known. how long must we go before we are truly in tune with our heart and its beating?
I think about someone’s heartbeat all the time. But its never mine. It hasn’t been mine in a very long time.
hearts are fun, the pulse of everything. a drum beat that just keeps doing until it stops and then nothing. everything hinges on a heartbeat. whether we know it or not. it’s the one thing we have in common
it is what i feel whenever i think of you… that sound louder than my own voice edgar allen poes terrifying heartbeat that brings on sweaty scary sleepless nights… heartbeat the abscence of the racing that will come when another comes into my life.. heartbeat going faster hasnt it been a minute already am i supposed to manage the time and my own hearbeat
the way i my hand graces your beard
the way i want to kiss you
my heart beats so fast i can’t believe it
i feel sick
when my dad died of a heart attack, I wondered if my heart would stop beating then too. It such a simple sound, but it is the only thing that keeps us going. And how easily it can cease to be.