Liyab Archives - The Flame

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Apr

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Fill the void

INSIDE ME, everything exists, like lousy tenants I cannot seem to kick out. And likewise, within places I have stepped foot in are remnants of me. My bodily fluids or my laughter replay inside the tenants’ minds. I wonder if it is as crowded over there as it is in…

09

Apr

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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Remnants of an Old Time

Ramon and his grandson Miguel had just arrived on the busy roads of Guagua with their car, having left Bataan two hours prior. Ramon planned to spend the Day of Valor by touring Miguel along the route the former traversed as a survivor of the Bataan Death March in 1942.…

25

Mar

By Nicole Samson

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Tale of a Silencer

LOKU, A king’s tale. Loku was the most feared king of all the isles. His subjects cowered, their mouths tied tight. His presence commanded others to bow their heads. The tyrant raised his sword to the sky. Loku towered over his kneeling subjects. Next to his feet, their produce rotted…

18

Mar

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Two navels as one

Pastel skies were visible outside my room. The air I breathed inside the constraints of these four walls Was shared by four people I barely knew. We exchange greetings in the morning as we depart, and state our dreams over dinner, Yet we still walk softly around each other…

10

Mar

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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The Morning Crisis

IF ONLY I had the courage to slip a “good morning” into his inbox, I would have finally justified my sleep deprivation. I can only imagine the sensation of waking up with his name and response etched on my phone’s screen every day instead of a message announcing the Zoom…

14

Feb

By Nicole Samson

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A Dove Born of Ashes

Embers flickered of a dying, crumbling home. my fingers stained gray of sin, regret, and ruin of hope. it crushed what the flame broke what it took and what it left. ashes upon ashes of what used to be reminders of lit matches and scorched petals. winds…

04

Feb

By The Flame Literary

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A Nook in Baguio

THE SUNDOWN and the foggy atmosphere surround the forgotten toys as I reflect on the memories tied to them. One thing is certain: everything seems unchanged, hopefully for the better. Yet the remembrance of this place eludes me, as does the time I truly inhabited through capturing this moment. The…

28

Jan

By The Flame Literary

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Seek refuge, wearied soul

Seek refuge, wearied soul for the times have taken a toll Your face deserves a gentle kiss Of the countryside’s breeze Let the sand immerse your toes Let it calm your sole sore from all the chase Slowly approach the coast inch by inch until you are soaked…

21

Jan

By Nicole Samson

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Revenge Bedtime Procrastination

IT SEEMED pointless to stay up late, tonight of all days. There were no quizzes, discussion boards or assigned readings. But when I fell onto my bed, sleep did not come easy. My mind could not help but dwell on all the things I had left unfinished. My feet were…

24

Dec

By Maria Althea Javier

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Blurred Lines

UNNOTICED, I brush against countless arms, like everyone’s fleeting youth colliding with the impending yuletide. The gossip interferes with the sound of bass guitars, and heavy thumps of drums become nuisances to the tenderness of everyone’s voice. I attempt to bump shoulders with everyone for a closer look, to see…