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!

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It's almost winter.
I sit in here, shiver.
Reading a story.
About a bit of glory.

Hot cocoa.
A bit of sugar and "moe".
Songs with lyrics.
Clock ticks.

Time goes by, slowly.
So do I walk, to my bookshelf of stories.
In this near winter, with my hot cocoa.
I want that little bit of "moe".

Temperature is high.
It's scorching outside.
Yet I had to go to school.
Trying to keep myself cool.

It's so hot, the leaves are shivering.
It's so hot, even people are burning.
Yet I had to go school.
It's too hot to keep any cool.

I still have to study, although it's so hot.
My brain is burning, but fear not.
Because I know, deep in the sun pain.
Sooner or later, there will be a rain.

"Oh darling, what is love, at least for you?"
"Oh honey, love is what I can't understand too.
It's filled with excitement, passion and sweetness.
The feeling that makes you feel blessed."

"Oh honey, what is love, in your thoughts?"
"Oh darling, it's something I can't understand enough.
It's candy, hugs, pats and anything that's sweet.
For someone like me, it's a party full of treats!"

"Oh darling, what if there was no love,
Where would you be, what would you do?"
"Oh honey, if there was no love,
I wouldn't be here, talking to you."

Flashy lights.
You and I.
Walking through the pathway.
Decided to stay.

Beeping noise.
Doors closed.
We got bored.
Laying close to each other on the bed.

Only tonight.
Only you and I.
With lights and doors closed.
Happy tears shed.

City at dusk.
Wind blowing dust.
I stand outside on the balcony.
Letting the wind hit me.

The clouds space from each other.
The sun is sinking down lower.
Streetlights are lighting up.
Pouring my tea in a cup.

City at dusk.
Enjoying this is a must.
And I know.
You're enjoying it too.

The cold wind blows.
The streetlight glows.
You hold my hand, keeping me warm.
I stood there, keeping you in my arm.

The stars shine bright tonight.
The moon's full circle is nice.
I gaze upon the sky.
While you shine bright in my eyes.

Just two of us, tonight.
Making sure everything is alright.
Love, warmth and happiness.
I only wished, time was endless.

Gold and silvers.
Literature.
Everything is valuable.
Yet my brain seems disabled.

Poems and stories.
A lot of tries.
Everything is fancy.
You just need to have some energy.

Everything is difficult.
But not doing anything is a guilt.
So however impossible it is
You can do this.

The room.
Silent.
Flowers bloom.
Invent.

The rain.
Blue.
Coating paint.
Glue.

The product.
Success.
Don't need the plug.
There's still happiness.

Chocolate, strawberry.
Making me some nice delicacy.
So I can bring to the class.
And become happy with the clash.

Vanilla, eggs and powder.
The sweetness I ponder.
A little sugar in my slice.
Give life some more spice.

All in oven, high heat.
Everything must be neat.
Because cakes are for friendships.
You'll never get better tips.

Wind and air.
Sun and cloud.
Sound of despair.
Rainclouds.

Dilemma.
Raincloud.
My grandma.
Raincloud loud.

Sadness and empathy.
Rainclouds.
All for my granny and me.
I'm proud.

I have a cup of orange juice.
Makes me forget about my bruise.
Makes me forget about any anxiety
Depression, boredness and worries.

I can imagine rainbows above my head.
Cats, dogs and birds around my bed.
Anything that hurts won't sting.
As long as I'm enjoying my drink.

A little bit of orange in my life.
Makes me forget about cutting myself on a slice.
Why do we need anti-depressant and alcohol?
When we can just have some juice after all?

I've done something quite bad.
My study time was taken a toll.
So I had to clean up the trash
That is located all around the school...

When I was cleaning, I saw worms and snails.
They look so ugly, squishy and full of...sludge?
But I followed behind their trails
Honestly, they were quite cute!

Cleaning, cleaning, all works, so busy.
But I'll gladly take from my study time a toll.
To watch everything slowly move in front of me
Chores aren't so bad, after all.

...Stinky, ****** halls...

A slice of Pizza.
A piece of Pinata.
I sit down with a smile on me.
Eating it hungrily.

It tastes the sour of ketchup.
A little salt, and fats building up.
It blends into a mix of flavor.
Which is one that I favor.

Friendship is like a slice of pizza.
It's yummy and it's cute as a pinata.
With many tastes and sweetness.
You'll always be blessed.

I'm sitting, thighs shaking.
A cupcake is what I'm waiting.
I'm so hungry for these sweetie.
I don't care about me.

I don't care about coughing.
Or even my hair scrambling.
All I want right at this moment.
Is a cupcake with a bit of mint.

I'm just sitting here, waiting for my cupcake.
I can feel my entire body shakes.
But I still sit here, wait for my delicacy.
Because I know, I am not lonely.

One day, I was walking with a bad mood.
Then I suddenly see a pile of mud.
It was terribly ***** and gray.
I tried to stay well away.

One day, I was walking with a better feeling.
Then I see a flower bush, very appealing.
I went closer, then snapped one.
Bringing it home, just what I want.

Mud and flower, two things that always oppose.
But there's one thing they didn't know.
Inside the mud was the most perfect flower.
And inside the other one, there was a sting bee with power.

Chocolate pudding.
Cupcake icing.
Everything is so sweet.
I can already feel them in my seat.

Green-tea Biscuits.
Cupcakes are cute.
Snacks are like me in a gentle bliss,
Waiting for a kiss.

So much delicacy.
So yummy and tasty.
And what I want to do
Is to share these with you.

I had a glass bottle.
With decorations like flowers and bubbles.
Suddenly it drops and shatters.
I cried, louder and louder.

I had a little pillow.
It was squishy and hollow.
One day, I tore it apart.
I couldn't do anything but be sad.

Bottles broken, pillows torn.
You can't undo what has been done.
But pillows can still be hugged, bottles can still be fixed.
And everything can be restarted.

I'm so bored.
I'm just laying on my bed.
Listening to a song,
Trying to sing along.

I'm bored, I remain silent.
I can hear alot of ambient.
Birds sing, wind howls.
It cheers me up somehow.

I'm just sitting here, bored.
Trying to sing on a bed.
Along with the birds and wind howls.
Being bored is not so bad at all.

I wanna play.

What should I write about today?
My brain is going inside a maze.
A spine-chilling one, or a sweet one?
I can't decide, my mind is gone.

I keep on asking myself.
Reading every books on the shelf.
Trying to find one answer for the haze.
"What should I write about today?"

My curiosity keeps going.
I don't even care what I'm doing.
All I wanna know at this moment.
Is how do I write a poem, with a bit of mint?

I am sick now.
All I can do is frown.
Shaking from all the chill.
They said coldness can ****.

I'm just sitting here,
Waiting for a cup of hot tea.
My fingers can barely move.
Yet my ears can still feel some groove.

I'm just sitting here, sick.
Random cough and hiccs.
But at least I won't go to school.
That's a lot more cool.

Candy, Lollipop and Apples.
Everything is always available.
Everything is sweet.
Just like your kiss.

A little campfire.
A little bit of stars in sight.
Everything is shiny.
All brings thoughts of you to me.

Everything you do.
It cheers me up too.
You don't have to fear.
I'll always be there.

On the way to my little school,
I saw two kids who were kinda cool
Suddenly one kicks another in the back.
The other one still go away with his backpack.

On the way to my little school,
I saw birds tweeting two-by-two
Suddenly, they saw a little piece of grain.
They start fighting for it, in pain.

Life is like a school's typical day.
Either gets kicked in the back, or die the other way.
On the way to school, I wonder.
"How much can this life be more insecure?"

Raining.
The streets are flooding.
I'm just sitting on my table.
Listening to something suitable.

The rain never tells right and wrong.
Sometimes so gentle, sometimes so strong.
But I'm still sitting here.
Music in my ears.

Eventually the rain will stop.
And the busy streets start going hop.
But I'm just sitting here, sobs,
I only wished, the rain never stops.