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

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

They go with your windows
It matches your walls
It just hangs there

They say it for privacy
Some say design

But really
What lies behind your curtain ?

In the beginning it was fine
When I played it the first few times
I* grew old and weary
Losing a bit of me
Lending this game most of my precious time
Not knowing this will lead to my...
Envy-because my highscore is 8
Vengeance- because the pain is too much  
Enragement- because my highscore is 8
Rotteness-because I've been playing all day
Probably I will stop,
Letting go is a choice,
Allowing this game to control me should be no more
Yes! I should never play again but...
I need to try it once more
Travelling the pipes of legend
Again and again I *fail
Gone is all my efforts
Atrocious this game is
I conclude
No...

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

I want green tea kit kat
Not because it is green
Nor it is a kat
Because it is a GREEN TEA KIT KAT
But as I look in the fridge only 1 remained
Yay it's a green tea kit kat
But NO It is the last GREEN TEA KIT KAT
I dunno what to do

Why oh why
Is it overpriced in the Philippines
Where coconuts are all around
But no cheap Green Tea Kit Kat
Someone pls

Give me more Green Tea Kit Kat

The Pearl of the Orient is the name
Filled with beauty untamed
With waters so clear it purifies the mind
And sand so white it brighten up the night

With so much natural beauty to behold
From the biggest of clams
to the smallest of toads
It is shrouded by blessings untold

But nothing in this world is crystal clear
So is my country
With thousands of people online
But millions have nowhere to sleep by this time
What could go wrong ?

All are country wanted was a hero who loved us
But all we get is a celebrity the runs for congress
Or a family that made politics its business
What could go wrong?

Now we have roads that crumble
Bridges that can't hold up a people
Houses made of plastic or things unknown
All the public schools filled with the local mayors initials
And streets that you dare walk when you are alone

But a country that's been conquered several times should know
We are free from the Americans hold
The Spanish control
And the Japanese grasps
But why does it act like it is bounded ?

We look down upon ourselves
Serving when we are already free
Copying concepts when we can be making
And with all of this we live with a culture that should be unknown

We are free
We are a people
We are warriors ready to fight
Yet we keep peace when there should be peace

We maybe be looked down upon
But we stand
Changing the world
Hand in hand

So let us brake the chains the holds our freedom
Know what our constitution means
Because we won't be controlled no more

Blessings await this holy nation
As power comes down to lift this creation
Destroying all words of condemnation
Leading the corrupt to accusation

We are rising

People are stupid
People are kind
People are annoying
People are lovable
People are evil
People are good
People seek vengeance
People give grace
People want all
People give all
People are People

A water jug keeps water like how a jug should
But a water jug does not jog because if it did
The water jug's water will spill while it jogs

So what do you do with a water jug?
You may jog with a water jug while it has water
And this is useful because
While you are jogging with a water jug
The water in the jug will be useful after jogging
Then you will thank your water jug and maybe give it a hug

People say it's "weak to love,
as if to give mercy was a defective trait,
that compassion and kindness a flaw.

Yet,
anger and hatred are painted on the banners of the strong,
letting our animalistic urges overtake us.
Why is it that the hands of the violent,
are met with hands of high-fives and fist bumps?

All for what, To feel strong?
The symbol of strength has been crammed into the magazine of a gun,
locked and loaded with fear.
Wielded by those who seek control.

Because the only kind of control I see partnered with valor,
is the control of one's self.
To go against the strongest of urges,
is where true strength can be found.
-s

I don't write poems
I don't feel so deep
But for a reason I am here
They say each moment counts...
But how does this ?

Oh well I am here
This is a start