I am bitter about poems
I am bitter about pens
The smear of a pen
Cannot be compared
To the smear of failure written on my paper

The purity of a blank paper brings distraught
But it craves for purpose to be inscribed all over it
A diamond is respectable
I cannot understand how it can still radiate with beauty though tons of pressure has been applied to it
Because when that happens to me
I become a twisted mess of nothingness that cannot have worth

I never was cold enough to freeze my surroundings

I never was great enough to be seen by the eye of most

Crushed between countless Giants
I am never seen
I'm in a constant haze of reality

I am not what I sea
I am not the sea

I am just that simple iceberg

I have one page to go
I'll wait till it snows

Oh I see
I live near the tropical seas

One page is blank
My arms are weak

My eyes are like lit candles
Burning since last week

They feel soggy
Like a chicken nugget left to stay
Or like my fingers when I swim

Sometimes I'd go deep

like the greed of some politicians and businessmen

or shallow

Like the foolish actions evil people do

It is time to sleep,
I will go
Leave me be

All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.

Manny Pacman won his fight
His 50+ year old fans stand and unite (in Macau because they are the only ones who can afford going there)
Mommy D with her rosary
Looking like she is summoning something
With the shrieks and roars she's committing
Its a good thing she didn't **** anything

The teen peeps in twitter tweeting about the fight
Hoping to get ten rt's or likes
Some are about winning
And others are more of the "internet type"
But who cares? A fight is a fight !

Manny Pacman is now relived
He prayed to God and thanked thee
Now suddenly he is stressed and in distress
Because he needs to think of songs for his upcoming concert

Here in the Philippines
Heroes and villains unite
Police and criminals have a drink
Kris and Boy make more chika
Because it is a bongga day to day
Cuz Manny won the fight