The melancholy moon will always chase the bright sun rays

No matter how hard the bitter moon tries to steal the joyful sun’s light

They never seem to be able to grasp it

The bitter moon’s shadows are sent out during the day

No matter how hard the shadows try to grasp a bit of light

The light will always evade their clutches

The blazing sun brightens people’s day

The bright sun rays give out hope and joy in people’s heart

The light chases out darkness when the time is right

No matter how hard the the moon tries to steal the sun’s light

The light will always defend and defy the darkness

Still a long way to go,

as I walk step by step, covered in sweat.

The air is moist and humid,

I start to breathe heavily

as I feel my hands wrinkle and crinkle,

there's a road to my house

coming back from the sun.

You follow the twisted path

to pass several magma rocks or so,

Follow the fireflies like stars in the sky,

guiding you to the right.

Peer over the mushrooms

past the rabbits

and bunnies hopping along

the three great stumps.

Listen for the roar of the bear

and you’ll know to take another

right turn.

Soon I’ll be back to my home sweet home

where I can dream,

I imagine as I feel the blazing heat

stroking my back,

I ventured out to the sun

only to find myself escaping,

the bright orange colour

popping in my eyes,

this is the secret to finding

your way back to my home

I yearn to see again,

but still a long ways to go.

Life is only great if you make it.

Is something I’d never state

I hate other’s success.

Striving to be better

Is pointless

Relying on others

Is my way of finding success

Working harder

Won’t benefit

In the end

Not working to my full extent

Is something so simple

Trying your best

Is something I don't believe in

Being irresponsible and selfish

Are what people say I am

Confident and independent

Is what people expect of me

Perfection

No one’s perfect

Rest and take breaks

I’ve let myself

Fall down the rabbit hole of laziness

I won’t

Admit my shortcomings and change

I try to

Find shortcuts

I don’t

Listen to constructive criticism and take corrections

There’s an empty void inside of me

Without confidence

Avoiding the problem will solve it

I don’t think

Life can be so much more

Why try more in life?

Winter water

Crashes on the shore

Engulfing the bony

Branch of your body

You sink downwards,

Struggling for air.

You dream to leave this frenzy.

The luminous undertow

Holds secrets so deep

That none has ever heard them.

The bursting white blossoms

Seems hopeless miles away.

Pain filling you,

You find your way lightwards,

You lungs screeching in protest

From the blue ribs

All the way to the sun.

Finally you emerge,

Only to find another wave

Pushing you down

Every wall is still water

The surface too far away

The soft strings are filled

With excessive nourishment.

Your stubby bones are freezing

Ice crawling over them.

Pumping your body

Full of fear.

The seeds of despair

Have been planted in your body.

You pump upwards

For just one last chance--

But, trailing a tiny bit of joy,

A dream that may come true,

Which saves you from

Your nastiest thoughts.

A shining sun

Gives way to

A glistening moon

It is as dark as chocolate cake

I would not say that

It is bright

Many

Not

One

Star shining from above

I can’t see in front of me

Not that

It is very bright

Sleepy

I am not

Ready to start

This is the end

There’s no way out

Chased down a dark alleyway

A shadowy figure pursues me

Caught in a trap

Leaping through the night

Fear courses through me

Then I see it

I find a bright streetlamp

The road is well lit

I’m at my house door

I traverse the stairs

Safety by the fireplace

I hate summer

And don’t even try to convince me that

It's the best season

I’m always sweating

In the heat

When school’s off in the summer

I can freely wander with my friends

When the heat outside sizzles the patio and

With the air conditioners broken,

All we can do is just to sit there and

I try to enjoy my melted ice cream cone

While shooing annoying bees away

When I can go to sleep later than usual in the summer

I usually end up with

A headache which

Is totally my favourite thing to do on break with

Mosquitoes trying to suck my blood

It really sucks

And you're never gonna hear me say that

I love summer