"synchs" poems
All I wanted was for the music
to remind me of you
not of my heartbreaks,
my pain, my doubts, my stupidity.
All I wanted was for the rhythm
to flow mellifluously along
the beat of my heart
as it synchs with yours.
All I wanted was for the beat
to move me along
just as how you did
when you first tugged my hand (and eventually, my heart)
All I wanted was for the notes
to make me think of your voice
just before we fall asleep
and immediately after we wake.
(Is it possible to lose the ear
for the tune of your favourite
song?)
All I wanted was for the pieces
to fit back to its jigsaw
where it (rightfully should and) used to be,
but how is that?
When every song in my storage
reminds me of the failed
last act we did and never had the courage
to actually fix?
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
I hear the beating of my heart
Like the beating of a drum
And the pounding in my head
Like the pounding of my steps
Mundane rhythms in my body
Reminding me I’m alive, still breathing
I hear the ringing in my ears
Like a song going static on the radio
I hear the beating of a heart
Like the beating of a drum
It’s the first sound that greets me in the morning
It’s the last sound that lulls me to sleep at night
The beating of my heart like the beating of a drum
Reminding me I’m alive, still breathing
One day I wish to forget
One day I wish my body could go still
One day I wish my mind could go quiet
But for now I pound my head so it synchs up with my footsteps
And I beat my drum, along to the beating of my heart
Body’s grown numb to the rhythm
Until the moment my hands go cold
And the drumming slows down
And I never again have to hear that awful sound of the beating of my heart
Like the beating of a drum
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC