Inside The Match Poem by Jerson Buhi-an

The sticks joined with destination
They also releases air pollution
Bodies were restless from producing food
Others have scripts to be understood

Every sticks has a friction
From a fire for goals and ambition
For this match changed the world
That the One above created with one word

When the match was approaching
To its fate for the sticks to come in
From darkness to sunlight
From sunlight to heat light

Open sesame, its from a story
'Don't push, don't push', said the stick lady
The stewardship was gone
In the match where they stand

They have their own planet
Galaxies that repel as magnet
Yelling for emotion's too much
Something was gone inside the match.