My heart

Cant be beat

Cannot be topped or cut off

My Heart

Is free

Musical

Its beat box

Jammin’ unshakeably

Bum bump bum bump

Beat beat beat.

Finally; rhythmically

Truly and critically

I sync with it

Cause it wouldnt

Sink with me!

Buh bump buh bump

Beat beat beat

Sing songing

It found longing

That i couldn’t see

Gray clouds

Dark crowds

They’d blinded me

Thump thump

So i closed my eyes and

Followed it

And with sight unseen

Found a piece of peace

To comfort me

My heart abounds

And will not let go of me.

Heart drags me out

And sets my pace when

The rest of me

Has lost the tune

To play out my notes

In the time given to me.

It Wont let me down

And now its brought joy to me

Buh beat buh beat ta thump

Ive Regained positivity

Tah dump that bah bump

Sang the chime Symphomically

Beat beat bump bump

That now gives light to the

Romance life has to offer when

Not plighted by scrutiny.

Thump thud

Bump bump

Beat beat beat.

My heart cannot

BeBeat.

No app for that so it goes obsolete.

Proof thats in pudding

but the whole world is dieting

and that gelatinous

sugary heap of truth

sits ignored on the untouched shelf of storage at one of our major grocery chains.

entblößt von Hab und Gut, Angst um ihr Leben,

eilte raus, bevor es kommt,

aber einmal scheint es zunächst gut,

die Dinge wenden sich nach Süden,

Leute in Panik geraten,

Fluchten werden versucht,

viele entkommen zuerst,

Wände werden stärker,

wacht Türme und Lichter,

Waffen und Minen, die links und rechts explodieren,

Autos verstecken Menschen durch das Gas,

Luftballons schweben darüber.

Sie sind wütend,

Familien sind pleite,

Männer und Frauen und Kinder werden getötet,

Ihr Blut spritzte auf die Hände des Ostens.

gib uns einfach Frieden,

aber denk dran, wir werden unseren Schuss nicht wegwerfen.

...

stripped of belongings, scared for their life,

rushed out before it comes up,

but once up, it seems fine at first,

things turn south,

people panicked,

escapes are attempted,

many escape at first,

walls grow stronger,

watch towers and lights,

guns and mines exploding left and right,

cars hiding people by the gas,

air balloons floating over it.

they are angry,

families are broke,

men and women and children are killed,

their blood splattered on the hands of the east.

just give us peace,

but remember, we will not throw away our shot.

I spent Valentine's day thinking about all the bad things

I wanted done to me;

my fingers broken,

all my skin beat blue,

your mouth on my mouth, and

my mouth a bleeding mess.

I spent Valentine's day thinking of

how I want to burn all the air from my lungs,

how I want to cut my feet open

dancing on stained glass--

How I want to cut myself open.

We spent Valentine's day together,

or, rather, alone:

You at your house and me at mine.

And we were both laughing because

the sale at the grocery store

told us we were desperately in need of

a love that we didn't have--

that we needed to buy her flowers,

so she wouldn't leave us

like she does in movies.

We spent Valentine's day picking up stones

and brushing the dirt off

and pressing them to our lips, wondering

if we'd ever learn how to skip them on water,

or if the tricks we loved as kids

even mattered now that we were old enough

to try our hands at them.

My valentine shoved a plush bear into my face

as the sun rose, and she said,

here is my love,

and here are all the things i hate about you:

your imperfect teeth,

the last five songs on your playlist,

the way you talk too much about some things,

the way you talk too little about others.

My valentine stripped herself bare

in the bathroom and said

here is my trust,

and I know that you will break it

because that's all you know how to do;

and I know that you don't care,

which is fine because I don't either.

Your Valentine is writhing on a leather couch,

burning through her clothes in winter,

begging you to crawl inside and be the white blood

you always promised to be.

Your Valentine is wreaking havoc in the kitchen,

flour everywhere, and flowers everywhere,

and she's burning her fingers

and little heart shaped cookies

in exchange for a little love.

This was supposed to be the Valentine's day where she said

"I love you" or "will you marry me?",

but she's high like the smoke from the fire you lit

to help her see in the dark,

and you're standing in the fire like you used to do

on the video games you played together.

This was supposed to be the Valentine's day where

you didn't have to think about the color red or

the way your hair falls over your tired shoulders.

But you see red when you think about her--

But your hair is down today

and it's so long that it got caught in

the car door when you closed it,

and you don't have the energy to open it again,

so you just grab the hair

and pull,

and it falls over your tired shoulders anyway,

like dead leaves off a maple in autumn.

Valentine's day is over and

they keep telling you that

next year will be better,

and they keep telling you that

next year you'll be so loved,

even though love isn't what you craved this year.

Valentine's day is over and your mascara is running

and they think you've been crying,

and you think you have too,

but you're leaning over the toilet and

you yourself don't even know what is

bile and what is tears anymore,

because everything is coming out all at once

and you stopped caring,

stopped wiping your face when your mascara

started running.