It is an old rhythm,
always cold inside of me.
I tap it out, sometimes,
when I get angry.
How fast depends on how
hot my blood is boiling.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap tap tap.
Taptaptaptaptaptapta-
Like that.
I tend to make beats when I get upset. Funny habit. At least I don't punch holes in walls anymore :D
So I posted three poems today to make up for the days I didn't. Just an FYI. Trying to post one every day this month.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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