Poetry is like a flow
Of endless words and lines.
You just have to follow
Until the end of the line.

Maybe you will get exhausted.
Maybe you will feel down.
But you must be reminded,
If you stop, you drown.

You must keep on writing.
Maybe you can't stop it.
But you must keep going.
You can do it!

Cat meows
For it's owner.
What does it want to tell?
Understanding is even harder.

It keeps on meowing.
For it's owner.
I think it's annoying.
But somehow, that way, it's cuter.

It never stops meowing.
For it's own fun.
Maybe it's just needing
Some attention.

A deck of cards.
It seems normal.
With a bit of shards
Shards of crystals.

A deck of cards.
Filled with mysteries.
Something good, something bad.
Nothing is always like what you see.

A deck of cards.
A series of surprises.
Like pie and custard.
Like candies and spice.

As a grand kingdom never falls,
Steady against the wind, we shall.
Because for without struggles.
Our bonds are disabled.

Poem streams
Every now and then
I write with my poem streams.
In my literature tent,
About nature and dreams.

I look and write about
Cute little things that I've seen.
I keep going in and out
Like a naughty child I've been.

I've written too much to recall
About all the things I love.
But I can't seem to write, at all
About the person that I love.

Staring out the window
It's so boring now.
Boring studies, boring atmosphere.
I hate sitting in here.

Staring out the window.
Tapping the pencil I borrow.
Looking blankly outside.
Suddenly, a butterfly.

Staring out with an urge
To set free from this study course.
To play along with butterflies
And to see how bright I can shine.

Time never stops
Even if it's your bedtime.
As your heart flops,
It won't stop the rhyme.

Time keeps on going
No matter how much more you need.
It keeps on rolling.
So better pack up and kneed.

Times won't stop for you.
But doesn't mean you should not catch up.
So get your shoes,
And fill up your cup.