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Literary (Submission): Who will ring the bell to our freedom?
“If you close your eyes for a moment and focus on the hustle around you, would you realize that the people have lost something important?”
“Hey, let’s keep the silence. Maybe, you will start to listen to yourself and also the people around you.”
“Oh… I wish.”
As these voices continue to speak to me, I wonder more and more about the world around us.
Imagine that there was a bell somewhere on the Earth that could be heard by everyone. A large bell whose sound could easily be understood by everyone in the world, would you want to ring it? A bell whose ring would resonate with your feelings? The bell’s ring would be so useful right now, especially when people are about to break loose and fight to the death. Nowadays, it is really so hard to advise people with words. It’s like they wouldn’t even understand a single thing since they are so selfishly absorbed in trying to get to the top.
Some say the bell exists. God would have to ring it since he’s the only one who could see the bell. But is there really a God? I haven’t met him and if he were to exist I’m sure he would have rung it multiple times by now, every time people would fight, but nothing has changed one bit. This fighting of the adults has left us, young people, confused. If there’s truly a bell somewhere in this world, it would have been rung by someone close to it by now.
It feels like everyone is competing to reach that bell that probably doesn’t exist. The bell that has many stories we have heard of but never know which one that speaks the truth. Some want to ring that bell so that they can rule over everyone and have almost everything. Some may want to ring it because they want a god to hear them, while I, myself, just want to ring it to free the youth from the cycle of having to stop dreaming once they grow up. It feels like I don’t care what other people believe in, I mean, we are all humans trying to survive in this world that we messed up. Is equality still possible for us?
“Amidst everything. You still want to reach out to someone. Isn’t that right?”
“Surely, someone out there is an ally who is concerned about you.”
These thoughts don’t seem to stop. However, there must be an ally somewhere who shares the same thoughts as me.
Ringing the bell sure looks like a heavy responsibility. You’re making a choice for the whole world and won’t know the outcome until after the bell is rung. Almost everyone who dreamed of ringing it has given up since they couldn’t bear the burden that comes with it. I wonder about those selfish people who are trying to climb the mountain just so that they can ring the bell, have they fallen down? It’s like the childish dreams we used to believe in, dreams that soon disappear as we grow older.
Why hasn’t it rung yet? Is there even a bell in the first place? I’m tired of waiting for this war to end. If only someone yelled out something that could be understood by everyone, it would end. We’ve grown tired of the adults fighting to the point that the only thing we can do now is sit in silence, watching them as they carelessly yell and hurt each other. Some wanted to join in the fight, some wanted to keep quiet and pray for it to end, while I just wanted everyone to understand each other, no matter the difference.
In the middle of everything, I closed my eyes and silently listened to the hustle around me. A lot of unneeded noise, more shouting and the everyday chatter. Peace isn’t still achieved just yet, there’s still a long way to go before we can call it a peaceful world.
If there is a god, I should have met him.
It doesn’t matter, right? If I meet him or not, I think He too is praying for one of us to ring it.
“The question is, who will ring the bell to our freedom?”
“Ah… that, I don’t know.”
Maybe if I had more hope, everything would be fine... Maybe it has been right in front of me all along.
Literary (Submission): Subject: Situational Update on Sol III Primitives
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TOP SECRET
To: Director Naar’Zoli Vir Hitai’fut, Pre-FTL Xeno Monitoring Agency
From: Senior Operative Paar’Soli Vir Asir’ech, Sol III Observation Division
Subject: Situational Update on Sol III Primitives
Date: 10/22/2020 ES
The previously reported localized viral outbreak on Sol III has developed into a full-scale planetary outbreak.
Our analysis has shown that the virus should not affect our kind, but to guard against the possibility of a viral mutation that changes this, our covert observation agents have been issued universal antivirals. Rest assured they are under strict orders not to let any fall into the possession of the primitives.
The various primitive national health apparatuses are currently stretched to capacity and are struggling to contain the virus. Primitive deaths have exceeded 1 million.
Primitive research and development teams independent of each other have instigated moves to synthesize viable cures and immunity agents. While some immunity agents have been developed, they are unlikely to be widely available to all the Sol III primitives for some time.
The primitive nation states have each implemented their own local containment procedures to varying, mostly ineffective, effect. The primitive international bodies have so far been unable to enforce a united effort to combat the outbreak.
Ignorance has also contributed to the spread. We have noted a large percentage of primitives refusing to heed the directives of their health specialists. This has also been noticed among the leadership of the primitives, thus decreasing the overall effectiveness of some national efforts.
Various political groups of primitives have taken the outbreak as an opportunity to further their own agenda to solidify their positions of influence, or to subvert those in greater influence. They are unconsciously and, in some instances, consciously, contributing to the further spread of the virus.
One member of my team has requested permission to covertly deliver a cure to the primitives. As their suggestion violates our stance as passive observers, it has been denied. As a security measure, I have ordered that they be immediately reassigned to a posting out of the system.
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TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL: 04/20/2177 EARTH STANDARD
DOCUMENT DECLASSIFIED AND RELEASED: 06/09/2220 EARTH STANDARD
FOR ARCHIVAL PURPOSES, REVERENCES HAVE BEEN CONVERTED TO EARTH STANDARD
Literary (Submission): Summer's Bloom
Last I saw summer's bloom
Ere pestilence and gloom
The thought never occurred
Yearning desire be spurred
To play the fool and jest
To vex and be a pest
To discourse and contend
To bother and pretend
Just a moment once more
With sunshine I adore
E'en if a single mote
This all I shall denote
Though a fool would I be
To cling to this mute plea
Even without the blight
Mustn't play the moth to light
Come too close and fire burns
Too far and frost returns
You be content and glad
Over all you have had
Literary (Submission): Always Been Yours
From the moment you saved me from falling down the stairs, I knew I’d fall for you. Since then, I had been wishing that you’d catch me once I fall for you too.
It wasn’t easy getting your attention; right from the beginning you were the star of the show. How hard it was not to notice the hands stealing lingering touches, how they’d always fight just to keep your attention, or even how there was always a trail of people behind you, but what right did I have to you? I was pretty sure there was none, nor would there ever be. So with a subtle pain in my chest, I’d look away.
But looking away never took the problem away, did it? The months passed by and the pain just increased, constantly nagging at me to just talk to you. But who was I? I was but a shadow behind the long trail of people vying for even a moment of your attention. Yet I wish I had failed to notice the way you’d squint to see what lies behind the line, how a small smile would form on your lips when you find what you were looking for. I shake my head, squishing that spark of hope the small smiles ignited in my heart.
A year passed, and though the line had shortened, the spark of hope still lied locked away in fear of more pain. People have never been kind to my heart, you know? They had always pushed it around, and given me hope when there was none, so it was easy to accept that I will never be who you really look at. I have never been more sure. But when I began to turn away from you, a feather-light touch made me turn back. Imagine my surprise when I was met by none other than you.
Ever since you stopped me from turning away, you hadn’t failed at making me feel like your attention was mine. Every second, I spent trying to turn you away, to try and make it stop. Don’t make me hope, please spare my heart. The silent pleas of my eyes that you never seemed to get. But as the days passed by, I swear I saw a determined look in your eyes. For what, I might never know.
Five months since, and I still wonder why you stopped me from looking away. Nowadays, I can almost swear you’re stealing glances every chance you get, trying to make touches last longer than they need to, and calling my attention for the littlest things. I’m beginning to wonder if you’ve just started calling the wrong name, if you’re looking at someone behind me, or if your lingering touches have been nothing but my cruel imagination, but when you say my name as if I’ve hung the moon and the stars, that hidden spark of hope seems to try and shine brighter, and I find myself caring less and less about trying to put it out.Two years have passed since that accident on the stairs, and if anything, I can now say I am close to pleading for you to save my heart from pain. Take away this feeling of fear and uncertainty. A little longer and there’d be no saving left to do. There is no turning back from the words I would say because I might just blurt out my love for you. So as I walk up the stairs at the busiest time of the day, a small push is all it takes for me to feel that rush of fear I did two years ago. As I approach the impending pain, I think of how you’d been looking at me and how warm you feel when we’d touch, of how I wish there’d be no pain because of falling, not only off these stairs, but of falling - completely - for you. I resign myself to my fate and wait for the impact. Instead, I feel arms catch me exactly as they did two years ago, along with the most genuine whisper of “I’ll always catch you."
Literary (Submission): Hanggang dito na lang.
Lagi ko siyang nakikita,
At kapag nagkataon ay siya lamang ang tinitingnan ng mga mata
Ako’y natutuwa sa kanyang presensya,
Mga ngiti niya’y nagpapasigla sa aking umaga,
Lagi ko siyang nakikita,
At kapag nagkataon ay nagbabago ang lahat
Napapangiti tuwing umaga
Sumisigla sa kanyang presensya
Pero hanggang tingin lamang ang magagawa ko
‘Di kami bagay, ‘di kami wasto.
Brilyante siya’t ako ay bato
Marami sa kanyang nagkakagusto.
Pero hanggang pagngiti lamang ang aking kaya
Ayokong tumaya.
Kuntento na akong
Ngumingiti lamang dahil sa kanya.
Pero bakit ganoon?
Nagagalit ako sa tuwing siya’y may kasama
Naiinis kapag may kausap siyang iba
Sa isip ko ay nalulungkot
Kaya naiisipan kong ‘di ka muna makita.
Sa tuwing mawawala siya
Siya ay gustong hanapin
‘Di mapakali
kung siya’y mawala sa paningin.
At kung magkataon
Bakit naman ako ang pipiliin niya?
Bakit niya sasayangin ang oras sa tulad ko?
Magiging tama ba ako sa kanya?
Kaya ko bang panagutan ang pag-ibig na nabuo?
Kung noon ay kami lang ang nagtitinginan
Ngayon pati na rin ang iba
Ano kaya ang masasabi nila
Sa aming pagsasama?
Higit sa pagngiti
Dapat ay tibayan namin ang aming mga sarili,
Paano kaya sa panahong mapapait?
Paano kung lumala at bumitaw sa kapit?
Masakit mang isipin
Ngunit ako’y higit na sasaya
Kung mas karapat-dapat
Ang iibigin niya.
Maraming iniisip
Gulong-gulo ang isipan
Gustong umibig
Pero takot masaktan
Pero sa kanya lamang
Tumitibok ang puso ko
Siya lamang
Ang laman ng isip ko
Pero hanggang tinginan
hanggang ngiti
hanggang dito na lang
Patawad.
Literary (Submission): Pangako
Maraming alaala ang nailagay sa dating walang lamang kahon
Mga magagandang alaala
At mga masasamang nagsisilbing paalala
Sa paglaon, sapat na siguro ang mga pinagdaanan
Upang maging maingat sa mga taong pagkakatiwalaan
Tandaang mayroong hindi tumutupad sa pangako
Ngunit hindi rin naman lahat ay napapako
Ang mga naging rason ng pag-iyak
Sa susunod na baha’y gawing kayak
Dapat matutunang sumagwan sa baha
Dahil hindi ka uusad kung ika’y nakatunganga
Ang mga nangyari kahapon
Iyong balikan at at huwag itapon
Sakaling muling masaktan sa darating na panahon
Gawin itong rason para sa susunod na araw ay bumangon
Ang tulang ito ay karugtong ng tulang isinulat noong 2015 (http://upismc.blogspot.com/2015/08/literary-submission-pangako.html).
Literary (Submission): The One with the Lasts
The last hug from the first person who made me feel safe just by putting his arms around me
The last kiss from the first person who showed me how sweet he can be
The last smile from the first person who saw my every frown
The last laugh from the first person I cried to until I fell asleep
The last cheer from the first person who pushed me out of my comfort zone
The last long message from the person who fixed my short temper
The last goodbye from the first person whose ‘hello’ was my home
The last heartbreak from the first soul that made me feel whole
The last rule I broke for my first big risk
The man who was my first everything, I will hold you in my heart until my last breath
Literary (Submission): Paumanhin
Binato ko sa’yo ang kidlat bilang kapalit
Ng liwanag na ipinahiram mo sa ’king mga tala
Nagtunggali ang aking galit sa’yong paghikbi
Hanggang magkalayo tayo sa isa’t isa
Kahit wala na ako sa iyong tabi
Titiisin ang kapalarang sinapit
Sapagkat ang makita kang nakangiti
Ay parang halik na rin sa ’kin ng langit
Kailangan lang ng kaunting panahon
Upang hanapin ang landas kong naligaw
Tuturuan ang sariling huminahon
At sasamahan kang muli sa gabing maginaw
Pasensya na’t ’di pa kayang magpaumanhin
Hayaan muna ang oras na humilom sa atin
Literary (Submission): Past Tense
We were young, in love, naive.
It was so foolish of me to think that you were the one.
We were young, immature, stupid.
But we were in love
and love has foolish written all over it.
We battled everything, everyone.
It was us against the world,
We thought of everything.
Nothing was supposed to stop us.
Not our family, school, even ourselves.
What we failed to consider
was time.
How stupid of us to think that we could make this work.
How arrogant of us to think that we could battle the clock.
How stupid, arrogant, and foolish. So naive.
But I would be lying if I told you that I didn't love you with all my heart.
Because I loved you with all of me.
With all of time.
Every ticking of the clock,
days, hours, minutes, seconds.
I loved you.
You were my happiness.
The reason I smile.
The reason I laugh and chuckle.
The reason I write.
You were my metaphor,
My simile, my rhyme.
But there's nothing we could do against time.
We're only human.
We are helpless against the hands of the clock,
against the night and day,
against months and years,
helpless against time.
It's our common enemy, nemesis, adversary.
Yet it can't do anything,
against memory.
Time. A funny thing.
Especially for us.
All I did was love you.
Now, all I can do is remember.
And as time passed,
Everything faded.
Everything's in past tense.
Except my memory of you.
You will always be my maybe.
My what if.
My what could've been.
You are every regret.
Every heartache.
Every painful memory.
You were the man I loved.
Faded in time,
But not in my heart and mind.
Literary (Submission): To Accept Death
One must always remember,
That death can never truly die.
For as long as life exists,
Under six feet of earth, one will soon lie.
A tiny mouse barely noticeable,
Tries to sneak past death’s gaze.
But alas poor mouse,
There will be an end to its days.
A great tyrannical beast
May stand tall above all.
But through the passage of time
It too shall fall.
Even the clever hairless monkey
With its gadgets and weaponry,
Cannot run from death
And will end up in an obituary.
Then would life be worth living
If at the end there is only death?
“Definitely not!” you might say.
“I’d rather just take a rest.”
And to that I would respond
“Do not succumb to the dread of dying.
For it is the ephemeralness of our time
That makes life worth something”
To accept death does not mean to disown life
It does not mean to say goodbye
Treasure what fleeting moments you have
Because in the end you have to die
Literary (Submission): Mga Panahon/Mga Repleksyon
Tagsibol
Magandang pagmasdan ang pagsibol ng mga dahon
Masayang makita ang pamumukadkad ng mga bulaklak
Nakatutuwang pakinggan ang huni ng mga ibon
At ang preskong simoy ng hangi’y nakagagalak
Ngunit walang nakapagbibigay ng higit na ligaya
Kundi ang iyong nakapapanatag na presensiya
Tag-ulan
Masarap sa tainga ang tunog ng pagpatak
Nagbibigay pahinga't hinahon ang ulan
Malamig ang hagod ng hangin sa balat
Mga patak sa daho’y bumubuo ng magandang larawan
Ngunit wala pa ring mas nakabibighani pa
Kaysa sa pag-ibig na natatanaw sa iyong mga mata
Tag-araw
Nakapapaso ang init ng mga sinag
Nakasasakal ang maalinsangang hangin
Nakasisilaw ang labis na liwanag
At mas mahirap tuparin ang mga tungkulin
Ngunit nanunumbalik ang aking sigla
Tuwing ikaw ay nakakasama
Taglagas
Masarap ang hagod ng malamig na hangin
Nakakapagpakalma ang mga dahong lumulutang
Mas lumilitaw sa gabi ang mga bituin
At nagbabago ang kulay ng mga halaman
Ngunit hindi lamang mga halaman ang nag-iiba
Nalalagas din pala ang pagsinta
Taglamig
Nanunuot ang ihip ng malamig na hangin
Mga daho’y pumanaw at ‘di na mahagilap
Pagbangon sa umaga’y mahirap nang gawin
Kaginhawaan at init ay hinahanap
Ngunit kahit na hinihiling ko man
Init ng yakap mo’y di na mararanasan
Mga Repleksyon
Nagpapalit-palit ang simoy ng hangin
At pabago-bago ang kalagayan ng mga dahon
Maaari ring mag-iba ang mga damdamin
Ngunit naiiba ito sa pagbabago ng panahon
Hindi ito kusang napapalitan sa paglipas ng oras
At hindi ito naikukulong ng mga siklong tila rehas
Marahil ito’y nagbabago dahil sa mga sitwasyon
O kaya nama’y dahil sa iba’t ibang desisyon
Marahil ito’y nagbabago dahil sa mga hidwaan
O kaya’y walang nangyari at ito’y kumupas lamang
Maaaring magbago rin ang damdamin kong di na tinutugon
Maaari nga, ngunit parang hindi na muna sa ngayon
Literary (Submission): Mamang Tsuper Hero
Kada busina mga pasahero ay hinahalina
Bawat ikot ng gulong;
Destinasyon ng publiko
Kanilang tinutungo.
Balikan natin mga ganap sa dyip ni Mamang tSUPER:
Ang kuwentuhan maging ang halakhakan,
minsan pagkakatulog dahil sa puyat o pagod,
Kasama na ang pagbaba na nalimot ang bayad.
Si Mamang tSUPER ang naghatid
Sa pagpasok at pag-uwi ng marami;
Marami sa ating narating sa kasalukuyan
‘Di ba dahil din sa pawis nina Mamang tSUPER.
‘Di maikakaila, sina Mamang tSUPER ay biktima rin ng pandemya
Dati sila ang pinapara ngayon sa atin sila'y kumakaway;
Sa publiko at pamahalaan na kanilang pinaglilingkuran
Kaunting limos kanilang asam.
Mga bida natin sa kalsada
Ngayon sa kalsada ay nagugutom
Sampu ng kanilang pamilya, kumakalam ang sikmura
Kaya naman nawa mabalik na sila sa kalsada.
Nais nang makatawid nina Mamang tSUPER
Hindi lang sa kalsada kundi sa pandemya;
Kahit pawis nila ang sagot sa krisis
Krisis na sa kanila ay may higit na malaking epekto.
Palitan ng panawagan ang mga kuwentuhan,
Palitan ng pagkilos ang bawat pag-idlip,
Palitan ng pagdamay ang bawat pagsakay,
Nang si Mamang tSUPER naman ang ating maihatid sa kanilang destinasyon.
Literary (Submission): The End
There was once a family.
They came as told to carry out the plan,
One by one with whatever they can.
So, they looked and watched and judged every man,
And there, it began.
The first was the brother.
All things he wanted to devour.
He gnawed and chewed and ate them by the hour,
their head, their skin, their guts all together,
Until all that was left was hunger.
The next was the sister.
Unlike him, she was so generous,
She gave rats and insects and all that was poisonous.
They crept and crawled and made you very nauseous,
Spreading sickness that was all so murderous.
The third was the father.
He made everyone so angry.
He made them stab and cut and kill their whole family,
Made them shoot and bomb and burn every country.
Violence prevailed and no one cared who was the enemy.
The last was the mother.
She was so loving, she wanted to save all from suffering.
So, she took them and tucked them in, so they’d always be sleeping,
Even buried them beneath for her own safekeeping,
And there was peace, and the silence was never-ending.
Now, once again, the world has fallen,
We’ll no longer be forgiven,
For we are already forsaken,
And they will meet us again,
These Four Horsemen of Death.
Literary (Submission): Ethereal
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but ethereal beauty can only be found within." Art Credit: Ursa Major
I woke up
lost in the sea of light,
wandering
through the ends of time.
I woke up
wearing a dress made of
dreams,
enchanted by how delicate it seemed.
I woke up
with an air of maturity,
mesmerized
by every degree of serendipity.
I woke up
without a grasp of reality,
wandering
through the beginning of time. //by Ursa Major
Literary (Submission): Wolves at Night
"The moon that captivates the wolf's heart is the same moon that summons the beast." Art Credits: 121919FURY
When I was a child,
I hated the darkness
for bringing the wolves
until I became one.
Amongst the trees, the wolves were padding,
being summoned by the moon.
Their howling tore the night apart,
they came just too soon.
Whoever is bitten by the werewolf
will turn into one.
And in the blink of an eye,
everything I loved became everything I lost.
They say that I'm no longer a human
but a hopeless beast instead.
They own the night with fangs and claws,
they prowl our darkest fears and flaws.
I fed the wolf inside my heart
with the wilderness from my soul--
he devoured each and every part
and stayed to keep me whole.
BELIEF
Growing up,
I resented the night
for taking over the day,
until the moon revealed itself.
The moon, a spotlight of what took place,
of the tragedy of darkness that couldn't be erased.
The moonlight breaks the blanket of black,
and the stars sweep the sky, illuminating the path to dawn.
Now I see with my own eyes
a glimpse of light and shed a tear.
Continuous nightmares are the proof
the moon knows all too well.
As I breathe in her magical light,
burdens released into the moonbeams,
following my dancing heart
into the depth of my dreams.
These are the nights when the wolves are silent
and only the moon howls
for what I feel is not fright,
but utter love mystique.
DESIRE
And so, the werewolf fell in love with the moon.
My heart is a wolf ruled by two moons:
one, which beckons me back into the night,
the other which calls me home.
Desolate and distant,
yet a mere shift of the eye,
always waiting in the sky,
whether or not I choose to say goodnight.
As I look across the sky,
she casts magic tonight
for it is the full moon again--
I'll run into the wilderness.
I'm a wolf trapped in a human body.
Every time the moon shines,
I come alive
but slowly turn into a beast.
I watched as we were both swallowed,
slowly in possession every night:
she, by the illumination,
I, by the dark.
Each full moon,
I feel the need to kill.
Each full moon,
I run wild and free.
LIMITS
A revelation of what we are:
She is the clock to my curse.
In her full light, she glows,
and I howl, as a lonely being, enslaved by the night.
Maybe wolves are meant to fall in love with the moon,
hearing the howls in the distance.
And every night,
the beast cries for a love it could never touch.
The moon that captivates the heart of the wolf
is the same moon that summons the beast.
Literary (Submission): Shadow
There is a shape I see,
That never stops following me
Like how the night follows the day
or a lion stalking its prey
It grows slowly like a child in care
feeding on my worst despair
I can always feel its faint presence
Sneaking, chasing, hunting
I’m getting pulled into its voracious maw
Eating, consuming, devouring
I can’t seem to cut its deathly tether
Gripping, clinging, suffocating
I can feel it creeping slowly
coming close as I lay steady
Like a spider climbing down the drapes
or a cold sweat running down my nape
I’m hoping that someday I will escape
this dark, twisted, cruel shape
Literary (Submission): Pagdadalamhati
Sa gabing malamig ay nananalangin
Ipagpapasa-Diyos na lang ang bukas
Sana’y mabawi oras na hiniram natin
Sa mundong ito, ako’y isang alipin
Ninanais na makawala sa posas
Sa gabing malamig ay nananalangin
Mga panahong kaytamis, nais gunitain
Laging hinahanap ang amoy mong mala-rosas
Sana’y mabawi oras na hiniram natin
Hindi maiwasang hilingin
Masilayan muli, iyong ngiting sanhi ng aking lakas
Sa gabing malamig ay nananalangin
Sa mga panahong wala ka sa akin
Pinagmamasdan ang bigay mong alahas
Sana’y mabawi oras na hiniram natin
Sa huli, ako’y iniwan mo sa hangin
Batid na magwawakas, sa gabing malamig, nananalangin
Sana’y mabawi oras na hiniram natin
Literary (Submission): The Ghost
A specter is haunting me
The specter of what cannot be
I consider it a good omen that today,
I have yet to do something I might regret one day.
The wraith first came to me a year from now
It plagues me so, and I want it gone, but don't know how.
Every waking moment, even beyond
It pokes, tickles, whispers to me, all the while I can't respond.
The phantom shows itself wherever I look
Only to fade and vanish like a crook
Even when I am alone,
The memories won't leave me on my own.
It's my fault really
I'm acting very silly
I didn't know any better, and let the ghost in
All this is on me, much to my chagrin.
Time will be my exorcist
But for now, oh, pale ghost, why do you persist?
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