Today
I went for a swim
in the cold cold ocean.
I could call that ocean
anything like
any other human called it
before me.
But shall I stay unique,
I call it Under Me.
Under me
is cold water washing over me,
when I feel disappointed.
It is little rays of sunshine
when I wake up and think of
people I love.
It is the darkest clouds
that seek revelation in the thunder,
when I think all hell will break loose.
It is paper cuts and long hair,
seagulls and champagne.
My emotions.
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The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoésieThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
