I am so confused.
Spinning in my head.
The poems, the words
The inspiration, it hurts.

Writing and erasing
I keep on scratching.
Until my paper sheet tears
Until I make my mind clear.

All these confusion in my head
It's making a patterns with fabric and thread.
The fabric of paper and thread of ink
To give my poem a shade of colorful pink.

Scratching my own head.
Throwing away all my papers.
Pushing out all my pencil's lead.
Trying to see how I can write better.

Ahh, the ideas give confusion.
Writing poems is like a battle.
With you against your own inspiration.
See how your poem can settle.

And until one point, after awhile.
You write your idea on another paper
Like having a mania in poetic style.
A unique poem, unlike others.

City goes to dusk.
People going home.
Changing their courses.
Deciding where they'll come.

Soon it will be evening.
Lights are going up.
On my balcony, waiting
With my little cocoa cup.

And then when the evening come
I rush to get my cute shoes for my feet.
And then, before I leave my home
Where shall we meet?

What if one day
Everything stops
The time runs out
From bottom to top?

The birds stop singing.
The trees stop growing.
The world stops rotating.
The rain stops coming.

Then the sun stops shining.
And moon stops breathing.
And the rivers stop the streams.
And I stop making poems.

One wish
If you had one wish in this world?
What would you wish for?
In this one life changer
What would you do to use this galore?

Would you wish for
Traveling around the world?
Or wish for
Being a little kitty to curl?

Wishes for
Being a bird and escape?
Or wishes for
Being anything that can run from the repeating tape?

Wishes for
Being a normal human person?
Wishes for
Best first impressions?

If it's me, I'd wish
This entire life restarts
And even my poems that will perish.
Only if I had

The world was generated
With trees and animals
Nothing to be afraid.
Until human came.

They put their life to good use.
They invented lots of things.
They put life into the blues.
They made "meanings".

These meanings we made
Squared up mother nature.
It's more tidy in this shade
But it's more than what we are sure.

Later and later, the meanings
Squared up everything around us.
Everything is in for framing.
And for us to discuss.

And then there will be no meanings
Nothing else to square up.
To explain where life is aiming.

Sneeze.
Again.
Freezes
Because of the rain.

I dunno
What to do
Where should I go
And just, myuuu...

Sneezes.
Medicine in mug.
Please.
Give me hug.