Woke up,
Coffee mug with empty face,
Empty mug with happy face.
I'm happy.
Going steadily, yet unsteady thoughts (thank you, hate you).
I'm happy.
Going to bed, with an empty face,
Waking up with an empty face.
The mug is smiling.
Am I happy?
YOU ARE READING
Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PuisiIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
