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| Monday, March 07, 2005 |
| Drowning |
there is a dull throb
in my chest
as if underwater with
the bubbles slowly trickling
from my mouth
and never quite audible
are these screams
lodged in my throat
there is a furious beat
in my head
as if claustraphobic and barred
by lock and chain
and made from my imagination
is this freedom that swells
every time you turn your head
when i tiptoe outside your door
i saw you crook your finger
and again i'm pulled down deep
into these dark waters of madness
and i cannot scream still
the undertow stole my final breath
until my heart drops slowly
to that dull throb
i started out with. |
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posted by Rax @ 15:48 |
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| knowing but not intervening... |
| About Me |
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Name: Rax
Home: Makati, Philippines
About Me: I am many things: aspiring poet, advocate, lawyer, with a good grasp of reality. I am also passionate when it comes to chasing dreams. After all, a childlike imagination is just something I cannot outgrow. Which is why I write(...and refuse to give up anime, fantasy novels and video games... :P)
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