In Hopes by Claire Denise H. Arada Uncomfortable in the pit of your own thoughts, You decide to stop your suffering. With fear in your head, and a friend that understood, You are not alone. Never lose hope.
To my Dear Friend
by Daniela Rose C. Pangan Your age doesn’t define your maturity, your grades don’t define your intelligence, and rumors don’t define who you are.
Never Give Up !
by Daniela Rose C. Pangan It hits you all of a sudden You’re surrounded by friends But something isn’t right A very uncomfortable feeling You want to leave You are being consumed Consumed by your own thoughts So dark and so horrid Wrecking you from the inside out Suffer? That’s what many of us do…
Four things I hate about my country
by Daniela Rose C. Pangan First of all the worst The everlasting bloodthirst Drug addicts are hiding Death is what they’re waiting Like a cancer that’s spreading Their number is increasing Climate of fear is evident Squads of police are eminent Injustices are dispersed Human rights are perversed Where are the wisdom and reason? Accusation…
DYSTOPIA
by Daniela Rose C. Pangan A year of record bloodshed Crushed hopes among many Afghans 17 year conflict Capped an annus horribilis For that war weary country Syria as the world’s deadliest conflict zone this year Who have long borne the brunt of the relentless fighting Increasingly despondent about the future It is getting worse…
Blue Collar
by Daniela Rose C. Pangan and Jeremiah Abog Title: BLUE COLLAR Tagline: “Hanggang saan aabot ang kita ko?” Author: Sigrid Andrea Bernardo Place: Tawag ng Tanghalan Date: 05 February 2019 Time: 04:00 PM Ticket info: Currently on sale up to January 31. Just go to a near SM dept. store Phone: 09(blucollar) (09253265527) Website: https://www.bluecollarlive.com…
Grains
Grains By Jeremiah Abog At the dining table, my family eats as we watch the afternoon news A report flashes through the screen “Food Shortage Expected in 2025, Expert says” while a few moments later, “Tons of Eggplants Thrown in Calamba, Laguna.” I carry my empty plate to the sink ready to ignore whatever I…
Springtime
Springtime By Jeremiah Abog the sun is out go somewhere you can handle the darkness it sent us friends, family, and all you wanted eat, feel, live i admit that is probably the hardest thing to do admitting that you are struggling but know that you are not alone no matter how dark days…
Torn People
Torn People By Jeremiah Abog Kabul, the Aghan capital A wave of torn people Militants, religious leaders, suicide bombers, police, And in the middle, I, myself, have no place in the country The Afghan capital A twin wrestling club of deadly violence and deeply religious groups A sin comes, intensifies, forces Even the community, the…
Reflection
To start things off, I find the novel a bit hard to comprehend and a little bit confusing. Why? A lot of strings were needed to connect every persona mentioned. However, it is not enough reason for me to say that it is a bad piece of literature. Every work of art has its own…
The Woman who had Two Navels 