Freestyle - Sunday

I wake up

Stretch to revive from the bounding tiredness

Brush my teeth squiggy clean

Take a bath, with bubbles and so refreshing,

Have delicious, hot milk to strengthen my spirits

Do morning excersises to loosen my hands and legs

Have breakfast to fuel me for the rest of the day

Have fun and enjoy, no worries that will delay

Write a poem or sing a song

Light the house with happy vibes

Have lunch to fuel me some more

And play games or write a poem

Evening is here, so let's bring in the cool

Relax and obey the cool breeze

Do crafts and art and have fun in all

Then have dinner, keeps a part of you

Awake in the night

Have milk and settle down for a long, nice sleep

Don't wake till next day,

Where things won't change.

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Clouded

Every night, I bring myself To stare up at the sky - But turn back home, with a frown on my face, Clouds blocking stars, showing wry. Every morning, I peek out the window To marvel at the sea above - But turn away, losing hope, Cotton figures, masking what I love. Every time I see the clouds, I curse them, with all might, They don't deserve to be up there, Ruining the bright days and starry nights. And one day, the clouds finally went away, And I stargazed in much peace. But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty - Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece. In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements - And something inside me missed watching The white shapes that merrily float past - I didn't realise they had much meaning. Though much couldn't be seen, they brought A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see - You only can, when one day, The clouds decide t...

Eclipsed

Moon: I shine every night Though, once a month, I take a break But I'm seen regularly, And it's not a big deal. Few stop by To marvel at me. But what about the others - Can they even see? And tonight is the night A shadow shall be cast upon me I hope no one notices - My brief moments without glory. Oh, but who am I kidding? Of course, when I'm humiliated In the vast night sky Just me, and an eery shadow upon me That That is when the humans Choose to gaze at me. And then, to say I am weak And I'm always overruled by The sun, and shadows, and clouds? That is not fair. But the truth that the moon does not know Is that our little downfalls Are what define us. They're the little things that make us Better - Perfection isn't a thing; but realism is. Someone who is perfect cannot be likeable - But someone with flaws has more pe...

What it really feels like, being indecisive.

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