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annh May 2020
I watch him tapping, from the corner of my eye.
Left hand. Pointer to pinkie. Sequentially.
Beginning and re-beginning.
Defeated, intent, scowling, jubilant.
In my imagination he is a poet, counting syllables.
Writing haiku in his head, as he waits in traffic for the light to turn green.

‘You've got to be kid-
Well, crud, what just happened there?
I ran out of syl-‘
- Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle
Gods1son Sep 2018
Is this what it means to be broken...
You wanna let it all out in a cry
But your well of tears is dry
You just wanna be by yourself
But you are scared of yourself
Emotions are like...
If you look on the bright side of life
Emotions could flip to...
           ­                                   Happily
                      ­                        Cheerfully
                              ­                Vibrantly
                                       ­       Strenghty

See the best in the worst things!
Yekaterina Ko Jul 2014
I sleep in the morning haze.
Wake in the jubilant night.
Die in the shadows of dusk.

— The End —