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Literary (Submission): Hurt



It’s like drowning,
Struggling to keep the water out of my lungs,
When I try catching up with you
Knowing you’ll never slow down for me like you used to.

It’s almost like falling freely
Into a bottomless and dark abyss
When it sinks in that you’ve left; there’s no one waiting,
No one around to keep me from collapsing.

It’s like failing miserably
In a test I expected and studied for
When I know that someone else makes you happy; I can’t do the same
Whatever move I make, I’ll always lose the game.

It’s like slowly self-destructing
Watching my entire world crumble into pieces
To see you the two of you stare at each other lovingly.
There are three pairs of eyes
And unfortunately, none are on me.

It feels like drowning
and falling,
failing,
and feeling crushed all at once

That it’s me you’ll never see.
But I know when to let go, the rope’s already burning me.
Your smile is, will always be beautiful that it makes me sad
Because it tells me you’re the best thing I never had.

Literary (Submission): Araw, Gabi



“Bakit hindi kailanman mahahabol ng buwan ang araw?”

Wow. Deep, Pilosopikal, Scientific. Paminsan hugot sa tweet ng kabataan ngayon.

Ngunit bakit nga ba? Hindi ko rin alam, at tinatamad akong halungkatin ang internet at lalo na ang libro namin sa agham. Lumabas ako, nagmuni-muni, tinitigan ang buwan. Aba, para akong nakaharap sa salamin: maputi at mabilog ang mukha, puro butas ang makikita. Nakalulungkot siyang tignan, napakatahimik at malamlam, parang puno ng lumbay ‘pagkat napalilibutan ng mga bituing kailan ma’y hindi siya malapitan. Masaya kaya ang buwan? Siguro, dahil lagi naman niyang kalaro ang araw.

Ang araw, ang araw… Naiisip ko na rin ang araw. Napakaliwanag, napakasaya… Hindi ko siya matitigan nang matagal, pero anong saya ang nararamdaman ko kapag nariyan na siya. Nakasisigla ang pagdating niya, at ang lahat ay buong galak siyang tinatanggap. Kaya siguro siya lagi ang hinahabol ng buwan. Kahit isang sulyap lang, kahit isang silip lang ng paglubog ng araw sa karagatan, kahit isang haplos lang sa mapulang himpapawid na iniiwanan ng kanyang kalarong si araw.

Ngunit, kahit kailan kaya’y napagod din ang buwan? Araw-gabi niyang sinusubukang mahabol ang araw. Hindi ba nasasayang ang oras niya para sa wala? Sa bagay, paano mo nga naman malalamang nagsasayang ka lang ng oras kung umaasa kang may makakamit ka pagkatapos ng lahat. Sana’y kahit minsan tinulungan siya ng araw. Sana’y hindi na niya ito pahirapan.

May naisip ako at napakalaking ngiti ang umukit sa aking mukha.

Nakita ako ng kapatid ko at sabay birong tumigil na raw ako sa paghithit ng droga.

Bumalik ako sa kwarto at sinagutan ang tanong ng aking guro.

“Bakit hindi kailanman mahahabol ng buwan ang araw?”

“Hindi maaaring sabihing ang buwan lamang ang humahabol sa araw, o ang araw lamang ang humahabol sa buwan. Marahil kapwa nila hinahabol ang isa’t isa. Ninanais na sa isang saglit ay magkita ang mga landas nila. Marahil may mga bagay na sadyang hindi para sa isa’t isa na magkita at magsama.Sapagkat sa kasamaang palad, pareho silang pinagkaitan na magkatagpo pa.

Literary (Submission): Save Me



You bared your soul to me. Showed me that you were nowhere near perfect. I knew you were not but it's a different feeling to be confronted with the actual facts. It dug at me, it still digs at me...

What have I gotten myself into?

Sometimes I wish that I had never met you, or hope that we had never been close. It would have been better... better for me that you remained untainted and perfect. Your secrets weigh me down so much. I don't know what else to do. So I keep this facade of being unperturbed. I know you'd back away if you knew how hard it hits me.

But it's too late for me to stop... I can't back away.

I tell people that I liked you. That’s the lie I tell everyone, even myself. The truth is that I still like you and it burns me.

I like how your name rhymes with Oreo. I don't really like them but I know you do so I pretend that I do because I lie for you.

Sheesh. See. I'm in too deep. Someone, anyone…

Please, save me.

Literary (Submission): Beautiful (Mess)



I am mostly valued for my aesthetic purposes. I am used in garish art projects, shimmering eye shadows, and even festive decorations. I can bring life and sparkle to anyone’s day. Just by looking at me, even the most passive person gets a little bit of twinkle in the eye. This may be because my glistening aura can easily attract stares.

My natural attention-grabbing abilities are a huge help in making me visible and known to the people I see and socialize with. But, as such, I am only known for the trivial things. People only notice my shimmer that it blinds them. It hinders them from seeing how imperfect I am. How I have flaws. How I mess up. How I feel like salt to flesh. And, how, when I get touched, I get too attached. I tend to stick to people too much because I find it difficult to let go.

But despite my imperfections and weaknesses, I still seem flawless. When I mess up, I manage to look strikingly beautiful. Throw me aimlessly on any canvas and it will look like art. Sprinkle me recklessly on a table topped with red cups, finger food, and alcohol, and the image would look picturesque. My imperfect beauty brings out the beauty in others.

So maybe my flaws are noticed after all. Maybe people have already seen through me. But I pull off everything coolly that they no longer see the fine line between my strong and weak points; that they find beauty in everything I do. And my beauty does not compete; it completes and complements.

Essentially, there is no mess. But it would be better if I get cleaned up and wiped off after a spill.

Literary (Submission): What Was



You were once the poem I wanted to write
Now I can’t write a word at all

You were once the picture I wanted to draw
Now I can’t pick up my pencil anymore

You were once the story of my life
Now I don’t know what the next chapter holds

You were once the song I can’t stop singing
Now it seems I’ve lost my voice

You were once the sunrise I wanted to capture
Now I’m stuck in a neverending sunset

You were once the truth I held onto
Now I have to believe a lie to move on

Literary: Wakas


Ano ang advice mo sa mga susunod na Media Center staff?

Kulang ang isang post para maihabilin sa inyo ang mga bagay na aming natutunan na dapat ninyong matandaan kung sakaling pipiliin niyo ang Media Center (MC) bilang work program.

Pero kahit hindi namin masabi lahat, sana’y makatulong pa rin ang mga ito.

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