It’s Time For Our Country To Improve

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It’s that time again for the people to vote.
It’s that time again when candidates go around and promote.
Promote themselves to the people of the nation,
Because it will be us that will put them in the highest position.

Five promising candidates are on the run.
They introduce their propaganda until the day comes,
When the Filipino people elect a leader for the country.
All of these five candidates are aiming for the presidency.

In the past, our nation has suffered a grave loss.
For years, the people have been the ones to pay the cost.
The reason for our suffering is corruption and incompetence.
But it is now time for us to reap a positive consequence.

Before your index finger gets smeared with indelible ink,
Always remember to stop and think.
Think about the candidates and choose wisely.
For if you pick the wrong one, we will all suffer greatly.

So go ahead and arm yourself with knowledge because it is power.
Do your research and choose the person who is deserving to be in power.
The fate of our beloved Philippines rest in our hands.
The Filipino citizen must now choose a worthy leader for our beloved land.

No Words Can Express

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Words, words, all I have are words.
Words that I use to try and prevent the despondent herd.
The horde of black smudge that tries to engulf my being.
A sentient horde of quicksand that makes me feel like I’m sinking.

Words upon words, I have begun to abhor.
Words like happiness and fulfillment are stifling me to the core.
For these words will never be a part of my being.
Because they always seem out of hand during the moments that I’m trying.

Trying my best to achieve and grasp them
And just like a fish out of water,
They slip out of my hands as I’m trying to grab them.
See, maybe this life isn’t truly cut out for me.
Maybe I’m meant to live a demented life stemmed from misery.
Because I know I’ll never get my hands on what truly makes me happy.

Words, words, all I have are words for when I’m sober.
Words that can reflect, recall and analyze what’s exceptional and mediocre.
I have words to make people feel that it’s not yet over.
Words that can lift their spirits up and make them hover.
Hover in bliss and give them a chance to see,
That their life isn’t over and that they just have to be
Themselves when things get rough.
Because things can always get very tough.

But my words are devoured when I become a target.
A target for despair and they always aim at my heart.
I try my best to dodge their pessimistic arrows and I try my best not to get hit,
But I didn’t think they’d use a sniper rifle to hit the bullseye in a game of dart.

Words upon words, that’s all I ever have.
But when I get the blues, their meanings become less than half.
They start to seep out of my eyes and simply fall on the ground.
Only a silent sob could escape my mouth that symbolizes my frown.

Time To Take Action

Time For Action

I tend to write from the heart.
That way, I can make a genuine art.
A piece that is different
From what seems to be apparent.
A piece that warrants itself to be apart.

A piece that is unique and not on par.
A piece that will leave a mark.
But I’m not sure if I’ve done that part.
Making a lasting poem isn’t a walk in the park.

It’s hard to touch people’s hearts in this day and age.
An era where absurdity is entertained.
A generation where everybody pretends.
Pretend that we’re not trapped in a cage.

Our society has shackled our humanity.
Robbed of us our vision and blinded us from unity.
Now, we thrive on hate and discrimination.
We unconsciously feed on those negative actions.

It’s time to open our eyes and break the chain.
It’s time to fix what’s wrong and remove the bane.
It’s time to treat the wound and pain.
It’s time for all of us to be one again.

Let’s change our fate and stop the hate.