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that which connects us; let us live and breathe. without, we would be lawful and robotic. they are our escape, our confusion, our chaos, and without them nothing would be so important; nothing would spark our imaginations.
By care URL on 11.16.2011
Our hearts beat as one. Take us apart, and we will break. But no one can separate us, not truly. They can spit at us, hurt us, kill us, but no matter what, I will be here. Right here in your heart.
By Brianna on 11.16.2011
We all had hearts to share. I gave my heart, she gave her heart, he gave he heart. An eternal exchanging that occurred. You do not have a heart. Would you like to borrow some of mine?
By Amanda on 11.16.2011
where in the world did people get these stupid little shapes from? this is not me! this is not a heart! this is an impostor! i do not create love, and store memories. that is all on the brain so dont blame me. i simply pump your blood and keep you alive. blame the brain, hes the instigator. hes the one who comes up with all the ideas.
By lucinda URL on 11.16.2011
Hearts are for
Maybe no one.
not he who he who steals them.
By Taylorly URL on 11.16.2011
Hearts are so easily broken. Even without malice intent, by the mere flick of a hand, a turn of phrase, a perceived slight, a broken heart can result. We should be aware that our every move, word, act can result in serious damage to the heart of someone we love.
By sakeatken URL on 11.16.2011
Well waiting for his return, she looked around the room. There were wall-to-wall shelves. It might’ve been beautiful except for all of the dust. Upon closer inspection she saw what it all hid– row after row of preserved hearts.
“See anything you like?” She turned with a start at his voice and noticed his lascivious grin. It was then when she realized her impending peril.
By Emily URL on 11.16.2011
Why so much focus on your looks? Are you so insecure? Does your “best beach bod” make you a nice person? Does your disdain make you feel better? Who do you see when you look in the mirror? When I look at people I see their hearts. Yours is ugly.
By daleleelife101 URL on 11.16.2011
hearts the game. up the river down the river. always playing cards. them the cards turn real. we’re up and down, losing yet really winning, holding the queen of hearts to trump.
By jhazz URL on 11.16.2011
I hate them.
I have one but I wish I didn’t.
I know now not to ever take one for granted.
You think that you are not doing damage.
But we all remember everything.
I wish we all knew what it was like for one to be broke.
How to not play with someone else’s.
It hard to protect it from those who have never been broken.
By Daniella on 11.16.2011
Hearts are broken. But even so, they heal and continue to love. I guess that’s how they are really programmed.
By Cindy URL on 11.16.2011
Hearts. They bleed, They beat. They love. Or do they? I wonder at times. Of all places, of all the anatomical parts which we are blessed with at birth, what made the heart so special? It’s so strange, it’s just a red nasty… thing.
By Ajay on 11.16.2011
I licked my lips as I stared at the juicy, delicious hearts in front of me. Of course, they were human, and I think one was still pounding. They just were so bloody and tasty. I could’ve cried, the moist things. Yummy
By Aspen on 11.16.2011
She gazed into the crystal ball and was shocked by the vision. Bodies piled high; a macabre heap of lifelessness. Torn from their chests and scattered across the ground were their hearts. Marianne turned away, “It has begun” she whispered.
By Helen URL on 11.16.2011
oh what a cliche subject, only if you let it get that way. Hearts, I have found, are used to convey a number of things in our lives today: romantic love, friendship, family, happiness, stupidity.
By Melissa URL on 11.16.2011
They say the heart wants what the heart wants, but what is my heart is just as confused as I am? I don’t even know what the hell I want anymore. I want someone. I need someone to save me from myself before it’s too late…
By Haley URL on 11.16.2011
love, happy nice, guy and girl, forever, marriage, red, smile, blood, health, exercise, Valentines Day, decorations, necklace, candy hearts, love notes, life, Jump for a Cure, balloons, Taylor Swift, pregnancy
By Macie Whitlow on 11.16.2011
What do you think we’d see if we looked into our hearts?
Would we see the love and caring we show on the outside?
Or would we see the blackness we try to hide?
Would it be a mixture of both?
By ArcticDragon on 11.16.2011
Hearts are red and full of love. They can also be full of hater and bitterness. Hearts are happy
By teeda URL on 11.16.2011
there are cool, represent love and freedom, is an organ in you body, helps pump blood through out you body to keep you alive. without them we will be dead, so we should treat them carefullly and with love. Some people have fake hearts or baboon hearts, hahaha, glee. I have a heart.
By LoveDogs on 11.16.2011
This one is brittle
that one is full
this heart or that
still they will tick
until they stop for one
By Jade Carmichael Winslow URL on 11.16.2011
Love hearts, or the organ? Do you live by deciding from your heart or your mind? When you’re in love, is it your heart that does the thinking or your brain?
By Olivia on 11.16.2011
Less than 3. Is that what a heart means to you?
How does one quantify love?
By T URL on 11.16.2011
i lied when i said i would stay.
speaking with the mouth of an amnesiac
she tried to smother your hands
she cooed from her perch, off-center
she seized with deep tremors.
time went on.
your eyes in the mirror roamed
aimlessly, like a stranger’s.
By invinculis URL on 11.16.2011
Hearts were trumps this round. I held my hand up to my eyes, shielding my gaze. I was terrible at hiding things. I could feel the thumping of my own heart inside me. Thump thump thump. The good news was my blood was still circulating through my veins.
By an octopus URL on 11.16.2011
so full of rooms and corners and shadows and light, ready for new love, protective shelter for nurtured love, and keeper of old love
By Anita Cruse on 11.16.2011
thump thump-his life was happy when he knew her, but now she’s gone and he only works, getting by…thump thump.
boom boom-she wants to know if it gets any better than this? performing, yet giving, just living…boom boom!
dudududu-her mind flutters, are her kids home safe? get the house cleaned, crochet, pray..pray, are they ok? next project now…dudududu.
tick tock-he’s always wanted to do this, run a marathon and now he knows he has nothing to loose, with every step he takes he reminds himself, one week…tick tock.
By Tina URL on 11.16.2011
Floating in an empty ocean, waiting to find one that melts with yours. Make us human, make us stone.
By Tyler on 11.16.2011
Love, hanging out with friends who love me…
That one boy in my school who I really like but is my bestfriend in the whole word and dating is… out of the question for him. I wish him and I would date…
D+M one day…
By M in love on 11.16.2011
i write about love a lot
“in love with being in love”
two is one
and one is two
hearts break though
i’d much rather be a circle
because circles can’t break
just keeps going around and around
like a well oiled gear wheel
be a circle with me?
can i keep you?
even if our circle breaks
which i hope it won’t
i do have
By Mi Chiamano Alex URL on 11.16.2011
Hearts on fire, hearts in love. You’re the heart I’m dreaming of, baby. And if we can take this somewhere new where nobody knows me and you, we can be something beautiful. You and I are something extraordinary. Because, we’re two hearts on fire. Two hearts in love.
By Nolan McDaniel URL on 11.16.2011
my heart is lying open. falling from my chest in my hands. I give my heart to you and you look at me, and it, with disdain. disgust, mistrust. You turn around and face the stranger. you hand your heart to him. and stick your tongue out defiantly, in my direction.
By Susannah URL on 11.16.2011
I gave it to you on top of that freeway wall, where our words intertwined gracefully as two souls bathed in the beginning knowledge of one another.
By Leigh on 11.16.2011
The two images at great contest are the heart, I’m talking <3 = heart, the pink thing. Pink is the color of delicacy and great love when considered in the context of crayons and dreams. The other image is that of the red, the tough and bloodied, the muscle in the boiling pot, and the laughing man.
By Jack URL on 11.16.2011
People think that the heart is just an organ, but really, it is the key to how we feel. All emotions are based in the heart, and regardless of what many people think even hate is based in the heart. When you think about it, all emotion comes from love. The lack of it or the presence of it.
By Jo on 11.16.2011
They’re broken, and they’re stolen, but most importantly I think they’re impressed. People leave impressions on your heart that will never fade, even if you don’t even notice it. Hearts are fragile and they require the utmost care – but they have the greatest capacity to love and to empathize, which are the most noble abilities mankind is capable of.
By CaptainCaelyn URL on 11.16.2011
jar of hearts, jar of hearts. we screamed it at that blonde haired girl. i mean, she’d only sung the song once, how could she expect it would be a cult favorite? but we didn’t want adele, we didn’t want ingrid (even if we did, we kept it to ourselves). it was naomi laz, performing jar of hearts for us during the summer./
By Talia URL on 11.16.2011
The heart is the window to the Soul. OUr heart carries or dispels our deepest feelings and emotions. OUr heart, an enigma, an inanimate object, other than the physical heart contain our heartfelt feelings…
By precious1026 URL on 11.16.2011
Oh good God. The lovey dovey stuff again. My one true blaugh, my ever fair bleugh, we are destined to be together, our hearts beat as one. Arse! If they did, we’d be siamese twins, missus, or one of us would be brown bread. Look, I like being in your life, you protect my solitude and I protect yours. Isn’t that enough?
By Santa Monious URL on 11.16.2011
unlikely that I would get the same word twice is it not?
For the second ever effort at this whole one-word game (whose structure and simplicity I adore already) I am let down by the lack of variety.
If I get ‘hearts’ again on my third word it’s game over!
By RobD URL on 11.16.2011
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