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Literary: Window





Flag ceremony begins
7 sharp in the morning
Time to get ready
Strolling down before the bell rings

Alarm starts to ring
At 8 in the morning
Time to get ready
Online classes are calling

Smell of the breeze
when the morning starts
Makes me wheeze
And delights my heart

Smell of the breeze
Not the same as it used to be
Eyes are unpleased
While we open our screens

School starts with early birds
Who always sleep in the back row
But the one who is late with iced coffee
Always steals the show


School starts off different,
Quite unusual and uncomfortable
Sleeping schedule has been inconsistent
24/7 on our study table

Scouts prepare the flags
In complete uniform with scarves
Everyone should be lined up
Before the anthem starts

Teachers preparing zoom links
Students in the waiting room
It may be a tiring routine
But I know this: we will get through

The struggle during these hard times
Have been sorely painful
Sometimes we lose faith
I know we are all unstable

As I look out my window
I reminisce about nostalgic memories
Moments that we should’ve been experiencing
If there was no pandemic jeopardy

I remember the little things
I should have never took for granted
The little moments
I should have just cherished

Memories as simple as the smell of markers
Behind every teacher’s drawer
The lights that sometimes flicker
When there are reporters

New seating arrangements
New classmates to chit-chat
New quarterly printed modules
Stacked on the doormat

I’ve been missing going down to the canteen
Only to just buy snacks
In between rooms that we walked to
For our upcoming class

We would probably hangout
After school on a Friday
Maybe relax at the Sunken Garden
Or at Timezone just to play

Such memories lasted in pictures we took
At events like UP Fair and BOTB
The scent of nachos wafting in the air
Bringing me back all the memories

UAAP will finally be watched
Once this lockdown stops
Once everyone is safe
When the cases start to drop

Though this situation might take long—
It feels like we’re walking down a tightrope—
But people are getting strong
Chin up, there is still hope

People are starting to be selfless,
And are standing up for themselves
By movements that help the mass,
Food pantries and shelters

There are still days to look forward to
Priceless smiles we can see again
Moments that we can redo
Don’t worry this will all come to an end

It may not seem to be going well today
But everyone’s here to help and stay
Look out your window, just hold on and hopefully
Everything will be okay


Literary: Tick-tock





Years

Years of laughter
Building up wholesome friendship
Inspiring teachers
Guiding us through our hardships

Friendship built for years
Memories we make every day
The past that we’ll see
Will be today
Moments we hold dear
Hopefully won't go away

Months

Months of preparation
For upcoming finals
No exact direction
I’m still in denial

Months of review
All for just one moment
More colleges to pursue
No time for amusement

Weeks

Weeks became lockdowns
A quick breather from commotions
Less time for breakdowns
More time to avoid emotions

Weeks came down hard
Withdrawal from school
Everything got barred
Left feeling unsure
Days

Days suddenly felt timed
24 hours left behind
School felt undefined
There is too little time

Days dwindling down
Time is ticking by
We will be on our own
Didn’t get the chance to say goodbye

Hours

Hours of so much work assigned
Staring among our screens
Overloaded information in my mind
Functioning as if we’re machines

Hours of productivity
One after another
It feels like an eternity
I’m being smothered


Minutes

Give me a minute!
A minute to think
A minute to breathe
A minute to let it sink

Give me a minute!
A minute to relax
A minute to reboot
A minute to kick back

Seconds

If there was only one second
For a second chance
A chance to bring back time
A moment that will last

If there was only one second left
I’ll find my way
To the memories I’ve repressed
Back to the good old days