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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

There's no time!
Not enough for my poem.
Not enough to make anything rhymes.
Not enough for my requiem.

There's no time.
The birds hurriedly fly home.
The sky darkens it's chime.
Humans go back home in the norm.

There's never enough time
To do anything.
To even write a poem.
Or to meet you, out of everything.

Music notes fly around.
My head goes round and round.
Playing with the melody.
In my head, a sudden symphony.

My fingers move along the keys.
Humming happily as I can be.
Mi to Fa, then to So.
The class has just begun.

Moving my fingers along the keys.
My hair waves along the movement of my melody.
My head goes round and round.
Music notes fly around.

I have no idea why.
But I make poems out of everything.
You just don't have to be shy.
And you can write about anything.

Just add a little spice
And put in some effort
Make it a little nice
You can always afford.

Now you need a pen.
To describe your words.
And show all your friends
How your poem works!

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.

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?

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.

Sushi.
Fresh and slushy.
Small, little seaweed roll.
Around a piece of tuna, that's all.

It may seem pretty small.
But that's just the detail we know.
What you didn't expect
Is how the nutrition affects.

Humans are like sushi's.
Some seem useless and pitiful, really.
But they have inner power.
To make you shut all your laughter.

Match, match.
Burning a box of match.
The fire lights up dim.
Brings back the war grim.

Those days through the fences.
March through the trenches.
March through the fire.
Without any desire.

I fought aimlessly
While aiming endlessly.
For I am a soldier
I will give no quarter.

But then the lights burn out.
I came back to reality with a quiet shout.
Comparing to a girl that lives with trees,
Was that really me?

Notes and Tones.
Sitting on my throne.
Playing instruments.
With a weird enjoyment.

Musics are like toys
For bigger girls and boys.
Just arrange the sounds
And bring the melody to the cloud.

Notes and Tones.
My own music zone.
For my own taste and youth.
For my daily reminder of you.

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...

I was just sitting with my cat,
Spacing out blankly.
And then a person came up and ask
"What are poems to you?" suddenly.

Well, for me
Poems are more than just words.
They are more remarkable than we see.
They are ink, papers and hard work.

Poems are made to spice up life.
To make the small world become bigger.
Poems are also a way to describe
How your emotions bitter.

There are so many ways
To describe what poems had gone through.
And at the end, I will say
"What are poems to you?"

The room.
Silent.
Flowers bloom.
Invent.

The rain.
Blue.
Coating paint.
Glue.

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

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.

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.

Apples.
Sweet and red.
But not always available.
Still, the best.

Juicy, healthy.
Crispy and delicious.
I'm so hungry.
And the more I'm hungry, the more I'm curious.

Apples.
Sweet little fruit for your break time.
Not always available.
But at least it doesn't need to rhyme.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I have so many questions
That I can't even mention.
Life gave me curiosity.
I gave life creativity.

Why doesn't the atmosphere
Stay at one air degree?
Why does my hair fall
When I let it go?

Such simple things for ordinary people.
Yet for me, so knowledgeable.
And there's one answer that holds me tight.
You will answer them for me, right?

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 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.

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.

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?

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.

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?"

"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.

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.

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.