Lit and Wit

  Blanquera, Jona Castro, Pearlyn May Cerde ña, Bernadeth Fortunado, Jay-Ar Joven, Baby Joy Luz, Princess Lourince J. Magdaong, Meriam Orobia, Cristina Pacer, Jewel

by Bernadeth Cerdeña, The sun and air seems like a oven twirl. Well, it was summer, you were wearing a plain shirt and your perfume speaks how musculine you are. It adds an appeal to your broad shoulders and tanned skin, while I was wearing a brown puffed top paired with a brown trouser. I was mad at you on our first meet because you came late and that's how our storyline ink. I wasn't dream to receive apples and stitch some flowers in this place, but u made me have it unexpectedly. We had so much fun, we burst our laughter until we can't breathe even though there are shrek that hiccup our way, you folded my worries and shrug a trust to my chest. But promises are meant to be broken I guess? the gloomy night came, it shed my face. You are a traitor that pinned me the ache, you are painting purple to a molded herk! What a pity, I pity, not my heart but to your taste that suck. "Ms. Ace can I let in the next applicant?" " Yes, Diane. Thank you" "Good M

by Meriam B. Magdaong How nice it would be, For the little girl, me. Who was once everybody's baby. But then grew up like anybody. The little girl who loves to twirl, Seems to lost all her glitters, And all her shimmers Turns into shudders. How nice it would be, To go back to little old me. Where everybody likes me, And treats me like a barbie. Wait? Barbie? You mean, a toy, that's irreplaceable? When it's not anymore playable? Like it's disabled? Yeah, I am a Barbie . But not like the one on the shelf, I can fight for myself, I am not the little old me, Who everyone thought I should be. The glitter may fade, Atleast, I am not on everyone's parade. So good bye little girl, Though our memories stays, I fear. Genre: Coming-of-Age Theme/s: Growth and self discovery

by Bernadeth Cerde ña Isn't it lovely how the world turning its back yesterday but now it's playing a soft melody clapping and dancing celebrating as if it didn't paint you, melancholy Isn't it funny how those people vandalizing your name accuse you of despicable act cause you despair are now in hollow crane begging, crying like a sinner in hell Isn't if satisfying how the efforts you've made are now paved its wave you can taste now the whole cake not just a glimpse and smell of bake Maybe our life has fare efforts, sacrifice are needed to dare so we can achieve our wishing wheel oh I guess, life, no indeed it is fair. Genre: Vindication Theme/s: Self-reflection

by Baby Joy Joven My deep thoughts silently killing me, Inside is the battle I cannot control, Pleasing to stop but still remains, In a pain of sword in reality. It's too hard to resist, Screaming in dark, full of shadows. Then there's a voice whispering in my ears. I was shaking with fear, with sweat flowing on my body. It feels like my feet are tied in a chain. I couldn't do anything but cry out loud. But then there's light, a glimmer of hope in the endless night. The spirit becomes stronger, and the shadows retreat. I rise up and face the battle of my own thoughts, No longer a prisoner to the pain inside. I am proud that, above all, I conquer my fear, Facing the journey with courage and strength. Learning that life is facing one's own battles. When you fall, stand up for yourself. When you get injured, treat it. Then, life must go on and never stop. Genre: Confessional Poetry Theme/s: Overcoming inner battles

by Jay-Ar Fortunado We shared a secret, just you and me, Like a small whisper under a big tree. I thought all was safe, a friendship true, But the secret is revealed, what can we do? My heart is sad, like a sunken sea, Because the promise, disappeared, you see? Trust takes a while, like building a sandcastle tall, But it can break fast, with just one small fall. I wish I didn't tell you my secret So that I won't feel like I'm being cheated I can't understand this feeling It's like my heart is aching We can still be friends, that's what I believe, But next time a secret, we'll work to retrieve The trust that was lost, like a kite in the breeze, And build it up stronger, with honesty, please. Genre: Free verse and Confessional Poetry Theme: sad, forgiveness, and rebuilding trust.

by Pearlyn May Castro There was no perfect relationship That's for sure Men cheat either secretly or face to face But why do we choose to stay Is it love? or Acceptance? Say sorry , and I'll forgive you Say I miss you, and I'll run into you Say I love you, and I'll accept you Do mistake's again that pained me Repeat the first three, then the cycle turned again You'll never understand someone's decision Unless you were the one on her place with the reason You'll see how different the color of lies was And how scars was covered By stitching all the lies you believed Contradicting your eyes Genre: Confessional Poetry Theme/s: Cheating

by Jay-Ar N. Fortunado For months, you've just been a stranger. Then suddenly, an attention seeker source of my happiness and energy. But then again, reality wakes me up. You're not that high, but unreachable. You're just real, but too good to be true. You're the string on a guitar I can't touch. You're the knife that can cut, but I can't get enough. In this world full of perfectionists Judgements without limitations No matter how talented and kind you are, You will never win over a pretty face. Someday, you'll stare at me a little bit longer. You'll smile at me, but this time wider. Someday, I will have your selfish attention. But for now, I'll stay as someone you can't see. Someday, the melody in my heart might reach your ears. And the rhythm of my dreams will conquer your fears. Then, maybe someday, you'll see me for who I truly am—not just a face in the crowd, but the one who loved you from afar. Genre: Confessional/Romantic Poet

by Princess Lourince Luz I've been keeping that Since last month. The confession I never put in front For you may reject it Because of someone. You have your moon While I'm just a sun Then suddenly sky's appear Causing hotness to disappear I was drowned with thoughts You never know you caused I was again defeated by my own Letting my emotions eat me whole I'm always afraid to take a step To try to fight, and ended up to escape Silence is my safest place But after a long long duel with myself I now decided to take a risk Settled to speak up for myself To put voice in every words You may not reciprocate what I feel But at least, no regrets 'cause I spilled And yes! I did. Genre: Unrequited/Confessional Poetry Theme/s: Unreciprocated Confession

by Princess Lourince Luz Crumpled scratches Of my unfinished thoughts Another ripped page Of my unfinished work Messing my already messed strands of hair While staring at this blank page Not yet traced by uncertainty Two months yet I'm clouded Of your name Your short and late replies Your avoidance in my certain confession Your reactions on my not so funny jokes Your attention even for a short period of time Indeed I was a bad reader of action A stupid thinker of words written in a bar I love assuming things To the point that it surprise me But what you did is the only thing Wasn't paired with fireworks and such But made my heart beat raced Because of shock Receiving late replies are way better Than waiting and expecting nothing at all. Genre: Confessional Poetry Theme/s: Anxiety of being left unnoticed

by Jona Blanquera In a blurry surrounding I saw someone standing Holding a tobacco pipe and champagne Drinking and smoking. I know it’s just random guess But I see no face - Wait, is that blood stain? Dirt in his shirt. I’m scared, really. It’s standing near at me I’m looking at his back When he face me with evil laugh. It’s an eerie encounter Should I need to wake up Or cover my ear To avoid his scary bluff. It is walking towards me Should I run? I don’t know what to do So I did the best way I can. I calmly breathe And face it with no fear If it is my death At least I did my best. I know it’s just my imagination Please, wake me up It is a fictional hallucination I want to scape in this vivid sight. I woke up in an empty room Darkness plunged in the whole scheme Despite the gloomy home I know it just a lucid dream. Genre: Horror Theme/s: Bravery

by Jewel C. Pacer Under the shining moon. Together we promised, forever. On the green grass we both laid, Thinking our love will never fade. But as time passes by, My smiles turned into silent cries. Under the shining moon, Let's promise again. To forget the all the love, That we shared together. And the promise that we thought, Would last forever. Genre: Love Ballad Theme/s: Letting go and moving on

b y Cristina Orobia In the middle of the crowd You stood there loud and proud Everyone's excitedly cheering Right before you start performing I've seen your eyes become teary That's the amount of power you carry An ocean of people who admire you Oh, to be there too However, i am here Watching you with an unshed tear I may not be able to see you I just want to say i'm proud of you Your sacrifices are worth it Your group becomes a big hit You are now too far Look at you now, superstar. Genre: Lyric Poem Theme/s: Adoration

 b y Cristina Orobia (Inspired by the story of Carl and Ellie in the movie UP) In the town of Vernon, there's a guy named Sebastien. He is a college student whose only focus is to achieve academic excellence. He always wears glasses and carries tons of books in his hands. He is sometimes bullied by his classmates for being different from them. One moment, he's in the library doing his homework when a girl named Luisa enters the room. Luisa is a prim and proper kind of girl. She has an angelic aura, which reflects her character. She is kind, smart, and family-oriented. As Luisa stood on the shelf, Sebastien couldn't help but stare at her. One glance, and he knew to himself that he was falling for her. As time goes by, Sebastien always keeps his eyes on Luisa, hoping that she'll notice him. One day, when Sebastien was in the library, Luisa approached him and said, "Hi, can you please help with the books? I can't reach the one on the top.". Sebastien didn

by Jewel Pacer I am Chielo, 23 years old and a graduating student. A happy and friendly person. I often hang out at our campus and mingle with the students here. I spend my whole day telling jokes to my friends even though they ignore me. I don't know, I'm nice and my jokes don't offend, but they don't really pay attention to me. When I'm at home, they don't pay attention to me either, but I'm happy because mom doesn't scold me and my siblings don't fight with me anymore. The only thing that surprises me is that even though I'm 23 years old and haggard in school activities, I still look fresh, and what I'm thinking is that maybe mom's race is really beautiful, so I'm the same way. Our graduation is just a few days away. I'm so excited because I can fulfill one of my dreams. I came home with my clothes in order. A very beautiful white Filipina waiting to be worn. Jun 14, 2022. The day I've been waiting for has arrived, it'

by Jona Blanquera I know there’s something wrong with room 309, but I can’t figure out what it is. Why did I go in this gloomy apartment? Curiosity? Oh, curiosity can kill a cat, and I am the cat. It’s creepy, dark, and has eerie feeling. It gives me goosebumps wherever I look in that room, and the worse part is I am in the next door, room 308. When I ask someone who are the previous owner of it, they just look into my eyes and leave. Why? What is the reason why it is always close in the morning and open when the sun goes down. One time, I came home from work at eleven o’clock at night. I noticed that the room is open. It feels like someone is watching me, and I don’t know if it is in that room. With my curiosity I entered and roam around. Nothing’s special. It’s like an empty room, with a small size bed. I touched it and something is pulling me. I don’t know what’s going on but I feel myself lying down. Everything sink in. 5 years ago, I am an ordinary high school student who lived i

by Meriam B. Magdaong I sat down rethinking of my life; I saw you by the window. You are laughing with your friends as you pass by. You look so happy and free. Your smile reaches your eyes. I always thought my life is dull, and all black and white, but you give color to it. I thought I was always a failure, not until you saw the best in me. Ever since we met, I’ve been so happy, I feel seen and appreciated. But of course, again, life is not all rainbows and unicorns. We can’t be happy all the time. I was torn between choosing you and the life they chose for me. I couldn’t disobey them. They’ve planned it from the start. They said it was the best for me. I chose them, Afterall, they are my family. I left you hanging, without saying anything. Years had passed, I saw you again. You are laughing with your friends, but you are not the same as before. You are laughing but you look caged. Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore. When you give colors to my life, I stole away yours. When I

by Castro, Pearlyn May B. The first man who loved Pearl is already gone. As Pearl stood in front of the grave, while the wind tugged her long black hair, memories of his father came into his mind. She close her eyes , remembering all the happy moments she had when her father is still alive. It seems that the wind is wrapping her face and saying that don't be sad. "How can I not feel so sad papa?" Pearl whispered as she try to embrace herself. "I miss you, I really do miss you. And then she touched and traced the name engraved in the tomb, while crying. . Just then, suddenly the breeze of the air swept through, carrying the familiar scent that Pearl will never forget.Air with the mix of perfume his father always wear. She opened her eyes , and then saw a man standing meters from her. But when she blink her eyes, the man is already gone. It seems that the wind, whispers the words she wanted to hear. " Pearl" it seemed to speak, "I am just here, watchi

by Baby Joy T. Joven      There was a girl sitting under the tree. She was looking into the distance, overlooking the green surroundings, and taking a deep breath while listening to the chirping of birds and feeling the touch of the wind. Looking back at how life before was easy, she reminds herself of herself enjoying the life of a kid compared to the life of a young adult. Way back when she was a kid, she was full of unforgettable memories that no one could steal. Playing in the mud and paddling in the rain, seemingly unaffected by anything. There's a welcome biscuit and something more when family members from Manila return home for vacation. Together, they will occasionally head to the river to soak up the cool water while listening to the sound of the water running. It's so delicious to eat jackfruit with sardines at the side of a river. When the school year ends, her cousins get together to play games such as “hide-and-seek, tumbang-preso, and patintero" among other t

by Jay-Ar N. Fortunado The rising sun woke up our whole family. Ten sleepyheads crawled out of bed—that's me, my four sisters, and my five brothers! We are a big, noisy bunch, and sometimes our house feels like a big toy box. But even when there is not much space, there is always lots of love. My mama is the busiest woman in the world. Every morning, she wakes up even earlier than us to pick the juiciest mangoes and the freshest vegetables for her market stall. She works really hard so we can have yummy food on our table and a very convenient life. Papa is not afraid of any mess! He can fix a broken kitchen with a smile and cook the best meals for our whole family. He is like our own personal superhero, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of everything around the house. One of my favorite things Mama says is, "We may not have a lot of money, but we're rich in love!" And it's true! Even though things can be tough sometimes, we are always happy together. Here's m

by Princess Lourince J. Luz “See that man wearing yellow shirt? The one holding a shovel with a towel on his left shoulder?” I asked Khon, one time when we stopped by at a gasoline station and a construction site just at the opposite of where we are. He then turned his eyes. “Hmm, the skinny one?” I sighed then fake a smile. “Did you know that I used to go crazy about him when I was just 18? Even with that skinny body and with that work he is in up until now. I never looked and treat him as someone who’s at the bottom of where I stand, because I do love him. Even with only those gray like ashes Iris he owned. And he feels the same way too! I know, I can feel it, but he never say a word.” “Then he is a coward.” Khon uttered with finality and certainty that he’s right. “No, he isn’t! Remember the girl who used to always run after you wherever you go? The girl who confessed how much she is in love with you, even with the fact that she already have two kids with her?” “Oh! that A