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29

Oct

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Catharsis

My head is a far cry from reality A place where hearts can wear out Freely, openly, realistically Where today is ours to keep As every other tomorrow will be Among our pocket-sized visions Are remnants of my ambitious ones Within which I conceal my fervor Within which you…

22

Oct

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Santan during sundown

It was dark outside as days went by quicker during October. I walked down the alleyway to my apartment after a tiring day. A bloomed santan caught my eye. Its crimson-red color is still the same as it used to be. Similar to the red cigarette I had on my…

08

Oct

By Jaila Marjaan Abdul

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Mas Mahal ni Tatay si Emman

HINDI ITO mapapansin sa paghuma ng araw. Mistulang kailangan lang ito kapag aalahanin. Mabigat, magaan, komplikado at minsan bitak-bitak. Hindi gaya ng gripo na maaaring paikot-ikutin at basta-basta na lang gagalawin. Bawal ito hawakan kung wala kang lisensiya, mamaya madisgrasya ka pa. Iba-iba rin ang klase ng manibela, kapag nakakabit…

01

Oct

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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Pakiusap, Poong Mayoras

IBAHAGI MO sa akin, Poong Mayoras, paano ko maisusulat ang diwa ng mundo nang wala ako sa pagkabihag mo? Sa tuwing lumilikha ako ng mga kwento, sumusulat ako para umani ng kaalaman at saksihan kung anuman ang haharapin ko; ngunit bakit sa dulo ng lahat ng ito ay mayroong wakas?…

24

Sep

By Francis Miguell Sta. Rosa

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Sorbetes

GA-GRADUATE NA ng kolehiyo si Jun. Sa wakas, matatapos na rin ako sa pagpapaaral. Sa kabila nito, parang mas gusto ko na lang na manatiling tagabayad ng matrikula. Nang makaalis ng kolehiyo, isa-isa nang nagsipag-alisan sa bahay ang aking mga supling… naglalakbay, nagsisilang ng sarili. Uuwing paminsan-minsan, padalang nang padalang.…

17

Sep

By Nicole Samson

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Idle thoughts of a commuter

HURRIED FOOTSTEPS cut through the noise of the bustling crowd. Once she spotted a jeepney, she slowed to a walk. Through the windows, it was obvious she had to wait for longer. She found a seat and settled inside. Her finger tapped repeatedly on her knee as she mentally counted…

03

Sep

By Hjadoeya Calica

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Hoarder of Purpose and Dreams

I THINK my flesh attracts the small and discarded. I pity these lifeless things to wander here at the park, which I protected from their creators in my ways. I sat on the ground under the split power of the sun. The dancing leaves of mango trees protected me. As…

27

Aug

By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento

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In Thy Word

When is a prayer answered? I have long thought of this, Ever since my mother held me in her arms, And when my legs would wobble. As I sing a song of Hallelujah, As I solemnly send Him my woes, I have yet to hear an answer From…

20

Aug

By Franz Zoe Stoelzl Baroña

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A Tiger to His Cub

WHEN nine-year-old Jacob insisted to enter the University of Santo Tomas out of curiosity, the first thing Anton did was recognize the UST Carpark. "Alam mo anak, noong panahon ko, wala pa ‘to eh," Anton said. "Grumadweyt ako nung 2004, tinatayo pa lang 'yung building na ‘to." Jacob had…

06

Aug

By Alyanna Ysabel Sacramento

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The end of wandering

by YSABEL SACRAMENTO FROM A distance, the continuous drumming echoes throughout the campus walls. There is still a long path ahead for us to walk on, with each block from different faculties entering the triumphal Arch of the Centuries. We eagerly wait for our turn, the adrenaline rush through our…