and i have run into several interesting kinds along the way
the girl whose heart ticked like a richter scale
whose pulse i feared to make rise
because along with the waves in her blood, her skin
came seismic cracks in the land, tsunamis and volcanos
the devastation of flash flood like we were all
drowning in her childhood
there was the one whose heart i could not feel beat at all
silent the crevice of her chest sounded of a hand over a mouth
a door that had been boarded up with nails and bad habits
she said she wanted to die so anyone else could live
and i tried to tell her that you cannot die for a stranger
if you are not able to live your life for yourself
but she sure as hell tried and refused to give up
as i found myself giving up on her
some hearts are made arrhythmic
they bounce around the chest cavity
like a schizophrenic cell mate
they dance in heavy drugged delirium
they twist through psychosis
and they refuse to acknowledge
that someone else may catch on to the pattern
in what they thought was
their complete lack of pattern
those seem to be my favorite to catch
and the ones that are best at getting away
this one heart
beat like a symphony all on its own
like a great deep dark jazz drum rumbling
it echoed through me and still does
my bones the beams for it to try to tear to shambles
it filled me with black oceans where i could not see through
and i just kept swimming along through this haze
and i’m still just swimming through this haze
on the hunt for the heart that beats like mine
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013
I love this.
Thanks, Kyle. That was quick. You must be like a speedreader and stuff.
Ahhhhhhhh sooooo good!!!!!!
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaank yoooooooou!
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Love this Brice. I may….reblog.
Please do! Then I can do a shout out post!
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Beautiful! Please allow me a piece of advice which has proven to work following two decades and four children!
Before getting to know Her, I’ve been a “ferocious” hunter, with an unfortunate record of so much brokenness…
It all changed the day I put out my own heart for hunt, and waited until She came and asked for it…
As I said, I have two decades to uphold my thesis🍀
I think that’s great advice. Actually I’ve kind of been doing that for a while.
Excellent, now just wait 🎣, and enjoy ☕🍩📰!
Woohoo! Single life! So much coffee donuts and newspapers!
Beautiful and so true.
Thank you, Misty.
Very beautiful poem, I enjoyed it thoroughly and found inspiration for my own work and the attraction of my own companion heart beat.
Happy hunting, friend.
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Trust this old soul. The wait is worth it. Despite the ups and downs. Two and half decades concurs.
I love this poem and never thought about the search for love is really the search for the heart that beats like mine—awesome!!!!!