Sushi.
Fresh and slushy.
Small, little seaweed roll.
Around a piece of tuna, that's all.

It may seem pretty small.
But that's just the detail we know.
What you didn't expect
Is how the nutrition affects.

Humans are like sushi's.
Some seem useless and pitiful, really.
But they have inner power.
To make you shut all your laughter.

Apples.
Sweet and red.
But not always available.
Still, the best.

Juicy, healthy.
Crispy and delicious.
I'm so hungry.
And the more I'm hungry, the more I'm curious.

Apples.
Sweet little fruit for your break time.
Not always available.
But at least it doesn't need to rhyme.

i made cupcakes for the job
it's filled with icing on the outside
just to cover the dark chocolate inside.

i made cupcakes for the job
it's a vanilla flavor on the outside
but inside, it's just empty white.

us human are also made for the job
they seem to just be happy and cheery on the outside
and just like cupcakes, they are eaten, slowly but surely
until they become empty and dark inside.

Water.
Mixture of air.
Tasteless and not even colder.
But seems fair.

Water.
Cools you down from anger.
Helps you from getting any thirstier.
Control yourself longer.

Water.
Something that suddenly becomes your best friend.
Makes your life a little bit cooler.
And gives you even more friends.

Silent morning.
Broken in such great timing.
Drills, saws, hammers.
Breaking the silence of nature.

Can't sleep with these sounds.
My head goes round and round.
So I decided, yet again.
To go on an adventure, escape this ears pain.

But now I finally know.
About the sounds around me right now.
It's trying to keep me awake.
So I can go on an adventure without stakes.

The lamp posts flash.
My feet dash.
Running through the rain.
Engulfed in happiness and pain.

The raindrops strike against my cheek.
It's raining so hard that I can't even peek.
But still, it's been awhile
Since I've tasted a rain this wild.

I run under the rain, soaking wet.
I'm gonna get scolded at, I bet.
But I am happy.
Nature rained for me.

A little sugar, a bit of ink.
Hurry up before your inspirations sink!
Let's put the pen down, don't be lame.
We are going to make a poem!

A little ink, a bit of sugar.
Put more effort in to make the poem happier!
Just move your hands,
Make your poems even more grand!

Just a bit more time.
Everything must rhyme.
And we finished the game!
We have a poem!