Sleepy Inspiration
Waiting for the words to arrive
Like the dawn of the lonely night
Let your spirit drive
The sleepy inspiration to light
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Pink
Pink handkerchief
'Pink' username
Pink bag
Pink eyeglasses
Pink earrings
A girl in all-pink walking
A girl in all-pink talking
A girl in all-pink eating
A girl in all-pink hurting
A girl in all-pink crying
But a girl in all-pink, dazzling
A boy in a pink t-shirt, bedazzled
by a girl in all-pink
A girl with a Pink Soul.
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The World Inside of Me
There's a world inside of me
That everybody doesn't see.
And this world is full of goodness
Contrast to where you might be.
In this world I'm not hungry.
In this world I'm not thirsty
In this world my heart's not empty
In this world I've already reach my dreams
But everybody cannot see.
For this world's just existing
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Go Back to Scratch
Many new songs
But no inspiration
in it
People grow up
I don't get that a lot
only on
pretty occasions
when you are dumb
you're more open to
life lessons
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Lost In The City of Freedom
Lost in the City of Freedom
I am as small as a thumb
My FAITH is as meager
as my pointer finger
But LOVE is great
And my middle finger is that great lover
Ring finger is the HOPE which
competes with love
Pinky finger of what I know is
Art, music and literature
is what I only have.
And sometimes it burdens me as a thumb
Each finger crawls its steps in the blinding sunlight
Dreams are all that is floating in my palm
The hand is lost in the City of Freedom
Though it just feels good and right
to be lost
in the City of Freedom.
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A Certain Prophecy
I don't play butterflies and daisies
He-loves-me, he-loves-me-not
or any kind of romantic
I don't think it's love
Human hormones are kinda tricky
but I've already had in mind
a certain prophecy.
I believe we are all letter C's
running around but without no sound
for a circle to be completed
until but alone and only ourselves
could we find
our way to this ground
and we'll go happy and free
happy go round
and we're going to see
we're self nourishing like a tree
though we owe it all from the Almighty
The truth that lies behind
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Beautiful and Ugly
In my eyes all I see
are beautiful
In their eyes all they see
is an ignorant girl
I have no idea that there
are also ugly
But they weren't; at first I
thought of them as strange.
Isn't it that right is beautiful
Isn't that wrong is ugly.
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Pain in the Rain
Decipher these rhymes
Walk slowly
Recycle the good memories
Now I’m lonely
Refrain:
Wet is my temples
Water drops in vain
The lightning chuckles
I’m sick of the rain
Chorus:
Can somebody explain
Why life is so simple, so plain
Cuz I can’t see through this fog of rain
This flood of tears
This constant pain
Of forgetting our dreams
Self-pity remains
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Morning Sunshine
This poet is so seductive
This poet is now strange to me
This poet is so bold
This little girl doesn't want to see
The little girl has known this poet
ever since
But the little girl is already
tired of this poet
She just wants to play.
Not any passing minute
She hasn't have
any word of
allegory
metonymy and
simile
Take me away from this poet yet
the little girl must empty first
the words of this poet
Before she is free to play
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The Hero Princess
Cases there will be
when you can't share what you see
and a secret, don't be guilty
God knows its your journey.
She was a little girl and she's scared
She is a grandma, but still unprepared
She was a little girl and she's strong
She is my grandma, my mom came from.
I will always be a hero
But I wanted to be a princess
I will always hug my pillow
and dream about what she misses
I will always be a hero
I can't be in a long, white dress
and glass heels where one'd be a mess
nor be up there in hundreds of mattresses
The pea is what she always misses.
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