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Vanidy Oct 2017
I grabbed my pen and walk outside.
Observing everything around my sides.
Getting my paper and ink.
Trying to draw about what I can think.

A bird, the leaves,
A little pen, hands around my sleeves.
Thinking about what I can draw.
Making it smooth and raw.

A little project that leads me outdoors.
Trying to find what I can draw.
I wander around, spinning my pen.
Meeting all my nature friends.
Vanidy Oct 2017
Sweet, sweet cupcake.
Pouring the white over the black.
Cherish me as I grab my pen.
Making a poem inside my tent.

Sky, clouds, grass, trees.
Ice cream, cupcakes, candies.
So much inspiration.
Yet so little attractions.

I crawl with my book as I ponder.
I bite my pen as I wonder.
My mind is inside a little maze.
What should I write about today?
Vanidy Oct 2017
Grass grows, high sky.
Catching a butterfly.
Following it where it goes.
Going smooth with the flow.

Running and chasing.
Catching and smiling.
Chasing a butterfly.
With the embrace of the sunny sky.

Follow it where it goes.
Doesn't matter where it flows.
I'm more than just happy.
If the butterfly wants to play with me.
Vanidy Oct 2017
Going around my room.
Searching for every little gloom.
The hunger is vast.
I want my breakfast.

Exploring the house that I'm living.
Finding myself interested in everything.
The hunger is not so vast.
I still want my breakfast.

The adventure of breakfast and things.
They all keep me thinking.
As long as I'm still hungry.
I can't help my curiosity.
Vanidy Oct 2017
The night comes, darkness blows.
Streetlight glows.
I walk outside with joyful mood of the blue.
With my new pair of shoes.

Checking stores, looking at trees.
Have fun with anything as they be.
Cats, dogs, mice or birds.
Staying inside at night is for nerds.

Just walk outside, feels the wind.
Splashes against your face and hairpin.
Let's have a trip before the sun.
Everything at night is even more fun.
Vanidy Oct 2017
Five out of ten.
Cry in my tent.
No shoulders.
No pen.

No poem whatsoever.
The night goes darker.
I sit here, giving up.
All that I saved up.
Vanidy Oct 2017
Rain and Sun.
It starts becoming fun.
It interrupts with each other.
Makes an orchestra, unlike others.

The grass starts dancing to the rain.
The sun calls the flowers out of their veins.
I start peeking out of the window.
Watching such interesting event now.

It starts raining cats and dogs.
While the sun wipes away the fog.
I lean outside the window.
Gaze at the rainbow.
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