I am a faint heartbeat—
beating on these walls,
beating on the floor;
beating on closed windows,
beating on tight-shut doors
i beat inside my head,
in between these ears;
inside this hollow house
that reeks of my stench,
and quakes with my fears
i beat in faint whispers
in the dead of the night,
these long forgotten syllables—
this half-remembered might:
so delicate, in one single babble
'twil flower in sight
and so i beat--
with these small voices,
softly cooing in the ears
of this catatonic shell,
i've once held dear
I am a faint heartbeat, now—
sighing on these walls,
sighing on closed windows;
i sigh a name, moaning—
i moan my name, once more
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you have a knack for poems that sound lovely to the ear. consonants that cut across clearly. vowels that flow into each other.
I don't know if the poem is being ironic but it didn't seem like a faint heartbeat. The word 'beat' and its derivatives repeated sounded noisy.
As usual, ang ganda ng poym.
Tungkol 'san ito? LOL! =)
@ victor - thanks, comments like these make up for the eyebags, haha! :)
@ neil - i meant it to be loud.. almost to the point na parang mababaliw na yung persona. :)
@ scheez - kainis ka! hehehe.
yes it did have that effect. pero ndi ako sure kasi kanina pa talaga masakit ulo ko. magkakasipon yuata ako.
the eyebags are worth it! i can imagine you up all night unable to sleep with the soft whispers you hear on your head, alarming and nerve-wracking =)
happy singles awareness day too. this poem totally goes with it.
nice composition :) i <3 it.
love is a losing game by Amy Winehouse would go perfectly with this.
*hugs* we singles are the ones left to support each other in a time like this.
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