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These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
today,
i wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did i overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
i'm fine.

today,
i look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so i applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Have you ever laid in bed
and cried so hard
to the point you’ve had to cover your mouth
so you didn’t make any noise?
~2021
 Sep 2023 Snow Selmon
Exosphere
he feels
sometimes
he feels so much
when he’s not immersed in Hulu
or some other make believe ****
a few minutes every day
he feels
a lot
 Sep 2023 Snow Selmon
Zywa
Never a meeting,

we just discuss everything --


while we are at it.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 2 ("The filling station on the route" - 2, 2013, Jan Baeke)

Collection "Stall"
 Sep 2023 Snow Selmon
Zywa
They steal her beauty

with compliments, and laugh at --


the mutilation.
Poem "dit spuls die aarde vol" ("the earth is full of it", 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Truder"
And your glance,
Was the aroma of an orange tree...
That used to turn my body green;
When I'm seeing you,
Spring grows in me...
و نگاهت
بوي درخت نارنج اي ست
که تنم را
سبز مي کند
نگاهت که می کنم
بهار در من مي روید
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