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.

A stream of river.
My pen shivers.
And so, my poem rolls away.
Like a path with only one way.

Anything will go in the past.
Like all my cupcakes and custards.
And if I'm lucky,
My poems become history.

A blanket and pillow
No more sadness and sorrow.
I jump into my bed and sleep
With warmth and sheep.

No need for worries.
Just dream about curries.
Tomorrow will be bright.
And everything will be alright.

I just need to sleep.
Before my clock goes beep.
And I don't mind the blanket.
Someone will roll me inside it.

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.

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.

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.

When you play the piano,
It sounds like grabbing my heart.
As the music notes go,
My chest feels both healthy and hurt.

I cannot understand such mechanism
That I am feeling inside.
What is it called, in this realism,
To describe such peace in mind?

My head is running, yet resting.
My body reacts strongly.
I think I'm just addicting
To this amazing melody.

Let's get drunk tonight.
When the darkness consumes the fair.
When everything is alright.
When coldness can be felt in the air.

There should be no worries for us.
So let's all just relax and play.
There's nothing wrong in the dust
That our attention should be paid.

Gather around the table, we should,
And get ourselves some drink.
Because of our carefree attitude
And our limitless spirit links.

A silent night.
Ambience.
You and me, side by side.
Sitting in the silence.

Giving cookies.
Holding hands.
Huggies.
Warmth in our hands.

A quiet night.
It's so calming.
How could one think
We are siblings?

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.

The warmth within my hands.
My hands within your grasps.
My eyes glitter a gland.
A battlefield of words and spasm.

The fear of criticism.
The fright of mocking.
The horrible realism.
Oh, so horrifying.

A battle is always a mirage
So take out your paper sheet.
And stand up with such courage
Of love, ink and lead.

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!

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.

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.

Everything will essentially
Decay to dust.
Because naturally,
Dying is a must.

The way is long for us to rally.
But our life is short against gusts.
So we ought to hurry.
Before everything goes to dusk.

The sight ahead is blurry.
But we have already discussed.
That we must go ahead furiously.
Before everything goes to dust.

It's time for bed.
Going to sleep.
With blue and red.
While counting sheep.

It's time for bed.
No more time to play.
Get in your shed.
And sleep, after pray.

It's time for bed.
Stop eating your ice cream.
You can still eat it
Inside your dream.

The guitar strings
Rings.
My finger tips
Flips.

Taking notes
Of music notes.
Remembering the lessons
For my own reckons.

The guitar.
My future star.
As my fingers
Linger.

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.

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.

.45 ACP.
The bullet's velocity.
It speeds through the street
With just a single fleet.

7.62
The temperature drives through
Through the way the bullet flies
To where it can finally shine.

.44 magnum.
And the time comes.
The bullets hit their orders.
We finally meet each other.

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

Hic.
I am not drunk.
I am just slightly...sick...
I'm having a funk.

The world seems to have more color
Than the one I used to adore.
Well, I like this one more,
Let's enjoy this galore!

Then I walked into a water puddle.
I realized something reasonable.
And all the time inside this junk
I was being drunk!

Day another, night another,
I talk to my friend, to each other.
She was a person who stays with nature.
As the rain and moon follow her.

One night, she talked to me.
She talked about happy things.
In a quiet night, with the moon shine brightly,
The rain starts dropping like dancing.

And every night, she's like that.
Always find me and chit chat.
Always with the moon shine bright
And with the rain dancing high.

But one night, she talked to me.
She talked about happy thinks.
In a quiet night, suddenly a burst.
A burst of rain and her emotional curse.

Then every night, she's like that.
Always find me to chit chat.
But it's only sadness and pain,
A broken moon, a stormy rain.

Cold hail
Along my trail.
Cold air
Along my hair.

It hasn't been so cold.
Temperature hasn't been so low.
Atmosphere hasn't been so chilly.
I haven't been so happy.

Cold dances
With my glance
A glance, cold as ice
With love and spice.

The life form in my chest.
Pounding with more and more stress.
There's nothing comparable
To my little cynical.

My face is always beet red
Whenever I get in bed.
Especially when he looks at me
And then give a pat, softly.

His hands, body, skin,
Turns me on with a grin.
And now he just kissed my forehead.
I think I'm melting to my death.

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.

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.

Little dragonfly.
Flapping it's tiny wings.
Giving it's best try.
To ride the air in one swing.

Lights above a car.
Car under a tree.
Fireflies in my jar.
Nature over me.

Little dragonfly.
Show me where you live.
So I can sink myself into nature and try
Try to see how my imagination can dive.

Staring blankly
At the wall.
Just smiling happily.
Not moving at all.

"She's thinking, maybe."
"Or she's just blind."
"No, she's crazy."
Criticism of all kind.

We do what normal people don't.
And they think we are sick.
But the part they were wrong
What makes us sick makes us unique.

I always talk about a pillow.
I know she doesn't like it, but no
She sits there, lets me talk about it.
As I happily talk about it.

How I always love to hug the pillow
How I always stick with the pillow until now.
How I keep talking about my pillow.
And how I always cry with it in my sorrow.

I keep talking about it, she forcedly smile.
We've been talking about it for awhile.
Little did she know,
She was that pillow.

Water splashes.
Wind dashes.
Leaves dancing.
I'm stargazing.

Stars flashing.
Birds sleeping.
Quiet night.
Quite alright.

Stars shine bright.
Quiet night.
I'm stargazing.
You're watching.

Rice and Cupcake.
They don't even match.
But as I take.
They are still in one batch.

Rice is the main delicacy!
While cupcake is for dessert!
So delicious and healthy.
You can't desert!

Sometimes we are like cupcakes and rice.
We seem so opposite to each other.
But as long as we are nice.
Then we can live happily ever after.

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".

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.

Making an apple pie.
But I'm very shy.
What will he think
About my little pie?

I am very worried.
My little heart is buried
Within the effort
To make this pie well-baked.

I hope he will like it.
Or else my effort goes to a pit
A pit of shame and embarrassment
Or a pit of love and vivid.

Keys.
As hard as it can be
I'm still playing my little piano.
Remember the rhythm as I go.

Pressing this and that.
The memory on the tip of my hat.
As I sit on my chair
Playing something that sounds fair.

A little music in life.
A little ocean you can dive.
To bring the spice to your core.
And to bring the emotions to the one you adore.

Music to my deafened ears
Taught me how to hear.
Hear the sounds of nature's haze.
And hear his piano plays.

He may not have a very smooth finger,
Nor a very attractive accent, or is very tinder.
But he is very kind and good to the social.
Especially when he moves his hands on the piano.

Oh, the peaceful sound of the instruments
Makes me forget about life's torturement.
Oh dear, please don't leave with your music.
Play until I sleep and stop being sick.

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!

It hurts.
Even if it's just some flirts.
Even if it's just a poem.
It still feels like shattering frames.

I can't feel the same rhythm
From the fingers of my own mechanism.
Perhaps it's just difficulties?
Or it's just myself being consumed with anxiety?

Or maybe, it's just that I'm worried.
That I think my own color is blurried.
Guess I'll just have to wash my face.
And keep up with my pace.

Physical Education.
Filled with stress and frustration.
Running here and there like an idiot.
Can't stop looking ridiculous.

Hopping into sandbox.
Hopefully your knees won't knock.
Or running through a whole school yard.
Hopefully your legs won't react.

It's just frustration.
But it's also a competition.
To show who can endure the longest
Through the stress and become the best.

Fried rice and cupcake.
With a little milkshake.
For a late night dinner.
Can't get any better.

Such delicious food.
Such silent mood.
In such a peaceful night.
Everything is alright.

Sitting here, enjoying...
Fresh air, I'm breathing...
I gaze upon the sky.
I think my friend is also enjoying the night.

The notes are lower than my emotions.
The instruments break just like my motions.
I keep pressing the wrong keys, messing up a line.
Just like that moment I mess up my life.

Now I see why it's called a piano.
Because for me, that's a no.
And also for me, I deserve nothing.
And only the most perishing things.

The world was colorless
Meaningless and filled with boredness.
I wander without a route
Until one day, I meet you.

Playing with you is a different experience.
It's like taking a pill of happiness.
I see nothing, but my beautiful dear.
Feeling nothing but giggles as I get near.

The ecstasy to my boring life.
The joy pill that I love all night.
The world was colorless forevermore.
But in the colorless, there are still colors.

Tip toe.
Fingers on the go.
Moving on a piano.
Softly like snow.

The music fills my room.
Like a fairy in a shroom.
Little songs, little hum.
Flute, guitar, kits and drums.

A little essence, with a little piano.
With their fingers on the go.
With movements soft as snow.
Tip toe...

It was a cold, cold winter.
It's so cold it hurts.
Until we met each other.
Since then, you lit a bonfire in my heart.

When the world is cold to me.
Your fire embrace the warmth.
When the world is dark on me.
You light up like a candle of candy.

So many times we hold our hands.
You bring warmth and happiness to my life.
So many times, we also fight, eyes blank.
Times like that, my heart turns back to ice.

The fire that changed me.
The fire that has enlightened my path.
You're like a missing puzzle piece.
That I will always admire since the past.

Wherever I go
Shiny moon follows.
The fact for years
Strange for me to hear.

It never stops follow
Wherever I go.
When I'm sad or happy,
Moon is always with me.

Moon doesn't come at day
And only visit at night's haze.
It's been a fact for years
Now, it's common to hear.

Whenever I'm sad or happy,
Moon is always with me.
And I'm more than through,
When you are always with me too.

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.

Blue moon.
Is it possible?
He said it will come soon.
I dunno if it's gonna be horrible...

He said when the blue moon comes
It's when everything shows their true glory.
When even the things that are troublesome
Become as cute and as happy.

But no such thing can happen, right?
Because the blue moon never happens.
But one thing that is always right
Is that you will always keep me enlightened.

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.

Guitar.
Organya.
I can already sense
Compliments and complains.

A new instrument.
For a new excitement.
One thing you never tried before
Suddenly is the thing you adore.

I'm getting a new instrument.
To bring music to my enjoyment.
To make life a little sweeter.
And to make our love more bitter.