If there was a world without any contradictions.
If there was a world without bad impressions.
If there was a world where nothing is under tension.

But there wasn't.

Everything can be misunderstood.
Whether it isn't or is in likelihood.
It has been ruining childhood.

But it's the truth.

I've always been complaining
About how bad it has been.
Especially when I'm so bad at writing.

I don't want another misunderstanding.

Poems are your life,
Put into words and rhyme.
Just take your time,
And enjoy the dime.

Like a bird flies for the first time.
You just need to rhyme.
And all that color of lime
Will glow through your chime.

Get a ladder and climb
Up to your dreams of rhyme.
So don't just **** your time.
And uhh...I'm out of words to rhyme.

I'm lonely.
Rolling and sighing.
Very unhappy.
I'm used to people companying.

The sound of silence.
The wind howls in the room.
It makes me dense.
Everything becomes so gloom.

I'm just sitting
Playing with only a bug.
I'm lonely, so I want someone coming.
And give me a hug.

I bought a little bunny.
It's cute and jumpy.
It's too cute, I thought.
So I made it my mascot.

And I appeared as a bunny.
As cute and jumpy.
Everyone cheerish on me.
Saying how I am so happy.

And everyday, I'm always a bunny.
A cheerleader for everyone in the university.
I need to be more jumpy for enjoyment.
Because everyone needs encouragement.

The power that encourages me.
I **** and crush endlessly.
I don't have anywhere else to go
With my Inner Animal.

The blood pumps like Hydrogen flowing.
The pressure of Crystals falling.
I put on my mask of animosity.
Knock knock, death delivery.

I fall into the Endless Pit of killing.
With all the messages on my phone ringing.
I can hear they ask if the Horse is Stepping.
While the Released animal is stepping.

****, **** and **** on the Hotline.
Until the life indicator shows a Flatline.
And I go back to my Deep Cover and rest.
Wait for A New Morning to test.

Oh, my friend, so shy,
Like a little bird.
So afraid to fly.
Just hiding behind my skirt.

It's very simple.
Just give it a go.
Make it more acceptable
For your childish mind of yours.

The simple factors
To make a poem
Is to not worries at all
And just write without shame.

The leaf of early winter
Falls to the gentle wind movement.
Something happy, yet bitter
In every second of the leaf's enjoyment.

It wanders through the wind howls,
Without any purposes nor choices.
And every time I take a stroll,
I see the leaf, with it's little noise.

And our life is like a leaf.
We take a fall and endlessly fly like doves.
We'll just hope for the wind to lead,
Hopefully we'll find someone to love.