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Literary (Submission): For One More Chance





What words are there
That haven’t been said yet?
I’m sorry
I was wrong
I didn’t know
I still love you
Please give me
One more chance
A second chance
I’m sorry

I am not resentful
I am guilty

True as they may go
They are merely
Groups of letters
Designed as evidences
Of my mistakes,
Of my impatience.

I am sorry.
I hate myself for it.
I was wrong
I know that now
I do love you
I have loved you
Since I was seven
I never stopped
And probably never will
I’m still waiting
For one more chance

Literary (Submission): My Pieces






Everything
That makes me whole,
I give to you
For I am yours.

My feelings
Are invalid
If they disturb
Your happiness.

Many times
I’ve hurt myself
With my own words,
With my own heart.

I can see
That never again
Will I become
The one for you.

The image
Of you and him
Extinguishes
All hope in me.

All the words
That you stole from me
Shatter
Who I was then.

Until I,
The decrepit,
The lonely fool,
Succumb to the end

Literary (Submission): Minsan




Minsan,
Kung matapon sa kawalan,
Gayon na lamang.
Walang salita, boses, tinig
Pagkabingi ang naririnig.
Naririyan ka man,
Wala kong maramdaman.
Kahit nasa harapan lang pala,
Hindi kita makita.
Dahil diwa mo’y naglalakbay na sa iba,
Nakakainis na nandiyan ka,
Minsan.

Literary: One More Chance x A Second Chance




One More Chance
Noisetier

“Sana ako na lang, ako na lang ulit.”
Noong huling beses tayong mag-usap
Paulit-ulit kang humingi ng tawad
Hawak mo ang kamay ko
Ngunit hawak na ng iba ang puso mo
Lumayo ka na sarili mong luha lang ang nakikita
Hindi mo na napansin na nawawasak mo ako
Ang dami kong tanong
Pero pinili kong magparaya
Gusto kong malaman kung ano ba ako sa’yo
Kung may ako ba sa’yo
Sa akin, sobra kitang pinahalagahan,
Kaya ngayon, ako naman.
Ako naman ang lalaya sa luha
Ako naman ang mabubuo
Mapapawi ang lahat ng tanong
Sa pag-ibig,
Muling maging masaya’t malaya.



A Second Chance
Dimasawi

"She loved me at my worst, you had me at my best
At binalewala mo lang lahat ng yun."
Noong huling beses tayong mag-usap
Parang wala lang sa'yo ang lahat
Hawak ko ang kamay mo
Pero lumalayo na ang puso mo
Sige, ako na ang makasarili at nang-iwan
Ako na ang sumira, ano pa ba ang kailangan?
Hindi na ako sasagot
Dahil walang kwenta ang magsalita
Kahit sobra kitang minahal, sobra
At lagi kang nasa puso ko
Para sa'yo, hindi ko naramdaman
Kaya ngayon, wala ka na
At iba na ang papawi ng luha
Iba na ang sayo'y bubuo
Malilinawan ang mga pangamba
Sa pag-ibig,
Sana'y maging masaya at malaya

Literary (Submission): Overflow



It fades, how fast it fades
As colors let go of the blessed canvas
So does your heart taint the shades
That never again shall it encompass

Salute those who last
For shining bright as ever,
Their fated stars are cast
And their light shall never sever

Appeased, your gods shall be
As I’m the offering, burning a million flames
Your faith satisfied, at the cost of me
"Be careful of He who tames."

Let the sky fall, for it is a shame
That the ink as black as pitch,
Dark as the smiles you claim,
Click by click, turns the killswitch.

Even my ears, filled with colors
Of sepia, brown, and oak,
Melodies turn into words of horror.
Letters, punctuations, and pretense as cloak.

Alas, the fleeting hues!
A vivid explosion of the aftermath,
Rubble and discord into a blurry recluse.
"You have destroyed me."

O, these are my final colors for you.
For only so much, my heart can suffer
As the epitome of what lies true
My heart shall be, forever.

Literary: Two Sentence Stories



I was in the room alone, dancing. When the music stops, someone claps. – Majo

I thought that I was laughing with everybody. But I realized I was with nobody. – Faber Castell 0.7

I was murdered by a false love unwilling to commit and take responsibility. I died before I was even born. – Gretchen

I see the stampede of zombies ravage the town as I go by. I realized that they sensed I was also dead inside. – Mr. Coco

A bedridden man bid me farewell before he passed away. Little did I know that I had witnessed my own demise. – Marshall Boy

The sky was blue and the breeze was cool and the trees were fine and… I woke up cooped up in my old rotting prison cell. – G-tec

The girl I love so much is wearing the white dress I bought for our wedding. She looks so pretty inside her coffin. – Torpe

He couldn’t figure out where all the honking was coming from. Then it hit him. – Yliad

I drank you hard like the remedy. Only now did I realize that you were the poison. – Vic Sotto

I wondered why turtles won’t go out of their shells. Then I thought about me. – Mabuhay

I told her to look at me straight in the eye and to tell me that she loved only me. She did but the only thing looking back at me was an apology. – Indigothinker

All she ever wanted was for him to look her in the eyes. But when he finally did, she looked away. – Chartreuse

He was too busy telling how she used to listen to him before. He didn’t even realize that no one was there to hear him out anymore. – Isagani

She tearfully bid, “Farewell,” and my tears rolled down the moment she turned the other way. I did not know why she left or what made her do it but something in me is saying I would rather not find out. – Tremontane

You hugged me so tight. It broke me because I knew it meant different things to us. – S’mores

You hold your glass ready to put it down but before you do, I fill it up to the brim again. Maybe this will make you stay a little longer. – Vixen

There was a boy who had his last shot, his last chance so he prepared for it, gathered all his strength, mustered up his courage, gave it his all. It wasn’t enough. – Pseudonym

I was afraid, insecure, weak, desperate, crushed, broken, confused, abandoned, apathetic, lost, angry, vile, discontented, hurt, cursed, miserable, mad, thrown, kicked, punched, shot, stabbed, drowned, dead. And then, you. – Dimasawi

She wanted diamonds. He only got love. – Noisetier

My trust, my heart, my whole being, I placed in a box tied with a red ribbon and gave it to you. But all you did was to leave it, without even looking at it, in a corner to collect dust. – Dan Black

He made me cry a river. I want him to drown in it. – Bahaghari

It was my first hello. It was his last goodbye. – Fawkesss

“You said you’ll never let go.”
“I have nothing more to hold on to.” – Keraaas

Literary (Submission): Sabi Mo, Sabi Ko



Nang maupo ako sa likod mo, munti man ang
aking isipan, walang nagsabi pero minahal
kita. Sa payak na bati unang narinig ng puso
ang iyong pangalan, alam ko na.

Marami mang tao sa silid na iyon, sa aking
paglingon, ikaw ang naroon. Noon pa lamang
alam nadama ko, ikaw ang unang nagpatibok
ng puso ko.

Mula noon, nagdesisyon akong mahalin ka.
Nariyang sinundan kita ng tingin, umiiwas
naman ako kung magtatama ang ating mga
mata.  At ang aking ngiti’y ikukubli na lamang
sa sarili. Hindi destiny o fate ang maglalapit sa
atin, iyo'y ang ating pasya.

Sa tuwing nagkakasalubong
o nagkakasabay sa daan sa pagpasok man o
pag-uwi, alam kong itinakda iyon ng
pagkakataon. Kahit di ako lumapit, sa
pakiramdam ko, tadhana ang naglalapit sa
atin.

Ngunit pinili kong maghintay ngayong hindi pa
pwede. Hindi ba't sarili kong kapasyahan
naglagay sa akin dito, kuntentong nag-aabang
sa panahong sumagot ka ng oo?

May tamang panahon na inilaan para sa atin.
Ngunit hindi pa ngayon. Kailan? Tadhana ang
may alam. Ako rin ay nahihirapang maghintay
sa ating magiging kapalaran.

May kakayahang tayong magbago, di man ang
nakaraan kundi ang sarili at kapalaran. Wala
ba tayong kayang gawin? Hihintayin na lang
ba ang nakatakda sa atin?

Maaaring iyon nga ang nagdala sa atin sa isa't
isa. Pero sa patuloy na paghihintay natin,
maiiwan tayo ng panahon na walang napala.
Siguro nga'y tama ka.

Natatakot rin naman ako dahil baka lalo pang
lumala ang sitwasyon at tayo'y malayo sa isa't
isa. Minsan, sundin ang kagustuha’y di laging
maganda at Masaya ang resulta. Siguro nga'y
tama ka.
Tadhana man ang naglagay o desisyon ang
nagdala, masaya tayo sa isa't isa.
Ano man ang ating gawin, saan man pumunta,
babalik pa rin tayo sa silid kung saan lahat ay
nagsimula.

At sa akin, hihintayin ko ang pagkakataong
iyon.  Igagalang ko ang nais mo.  Subalit hindi
ko na hahayaang tadhana ang magpasimula. 
Kikilos ako pagkat nalalaman kong ikaw at
ako’y matagal nang itinakda ng tadhana para

sa isa’t isa.

Literary (Submission): Malakas ang Ulan



Malakas ang ulan. Medyo baha na sa kanto. Sayang naman ang porma ko kung susulong ako sa tubig, magmumukha akong dugyot kapag nagkita tayo. Isip, isip… anong dapat gawain para naman di diyahe sa’yo. Saktong may truck na dumating!

“Manong pasabit sa likod! Makatawid lang diyan sa sakayan ng bus!”

Naligo muna ako nang ilang wisik ng ulan bago makapasok ng bus. Pagkaupo, bunot kaagad ng panyo at wax para sa buhok na kaunting nagulo. Sa kasawiang palad, halata pa rin na nabasa ako. Ah bahala na, malakas naman ang aircon dito at tiyak masa malakas doon sa loob ng mall kaya doon na lamang ako magpapatuyo. Kaunting spray pa ng cologne, amoy…amoy…pwede na.

Iyon ang alamat ng Disyembre 27, 2013 ko. Hindi ako sigurado kung noong araw na iyon nagsimula basta ang alam ko, noon tayo muling nagkasama at nag-usap matapos ang isang taon. Maraming dapat alalahanin nung araw na iyon tulad ng kung anong sasabihin ng mga magulang mo, kung magagalit ba yung may gusto sa’yo (pagkakatanda ko ay kayo pa rin ang magkasama noong araw na iyon) pero nakita ko yung saya mo noon nang tumingin ka sa akin kaya nawala rin ang lahat ng pag-aalala. Sa totoo lang, nangangalay na ang mukha ko kakangiti. Hindi ko na ito matanggal mula noong pumayag kang sumama. Kahit hindi naman talaga nakakatakot iyong pinanood nating pelikula, kahit nahirapan akong humanap ng regalo at binagyo ako ng ulan at sermon pag-uwi; masaya ako.

At habambuhay ko nang magiging bahagi ang araw na iyon ng aking kasiyahan. Kaya kahit patawirin muli ako sa baha, sumabit sa truck, umilag sa itak ng ama mo, o maghintay ng ilang taon, sige lang! Sige, Sabihin na nilang tanga ako sa paghihintay sa isang bagay na wala namang kasiguraduhan. Kesyo umaasa raw ako sa wala. Na baka kaya kailangan kong magihnaty kasi dinebelop mo pa ang feelings. E paano raw kung hindi mo mapag-aralan, matutuhan akong mahalin. Ang sagot ko, WALA AKONG PAKIALAM!! Basta kung para sa iyo, tanga na kung tanga pero hihintayin talaga kita.

Feature (Submission): Class Production



"Create a five-minute presentation about the ethnic dances of the Philippines."

A pair of students sat on the corner as the others push the seats to the edges of the room to have more practice space. From the way they laugh, you won't sense a bit of uneasiness even if the deadline is only three days away and their class hasn't even worked on a title yet. Talking about how they slept when the topic was discussed and their whines and complaints about how their teacher is boring drown out the directions given by their leader. A classmate shouts asking for help to organize the music but was quickly shut down and mocked by the pair. Tired from laughing too hard, the two doze off.

Meanwhile, the musical committee gathered around the electric fan. All the members were the popular students who volunteered to get the position. They elected the most popular kid as committee head. He told his story about how he got his new phone while sitting in front of the fan thus receiving most of the air. He then tells a funny joke and everyone around him started to laugh. This was noticed by their leader who then asked about the progress of the group. The head immediately replied that they can't do anything since the props committee has not planned a costume yet and one by one the others justify the committee head's reason. The leader gave up trying to question them and focused on the other groups. As she went away, the head badmouthed the leader.

As the leader was explaining the topic further, a frisbee flew only a few centimeters above her head. Though nearly hitting their leader, the receiver throws back the frisbee this time, hitting their classmate beside the leader. They laughingly apologized and carried on with their horseplay along with other members of the choreography group. The teacher shushed the class causing the students to stop their ruckus but resumed their childish play after finding a well-made paper ball. A player scored a three but hit the teacher in the head.

Bothered by their child-like behavior, the self-proclaimed "mature" students went outside to buy food at the canteen without even letting their leader know. Having their fill, they sat outside, by the door talking about their relationships and their favorite athletes. Realizing this, the leader went to their spot and asked which committee they belonged to. One student replied while texting someone that they will just buy the materials needed. The leader fumingly re-entered the room and discussed who will do the comical scene. Lightning-fast, the students outside sprang to action and presented themselves.

Only fifteen minutes after the teacher gave the signal, the leader gave up and walked out crying.

She was full of them. She gave them all she has--her time, effort, sweat, tears--but still nothing. Like asking rain from a rock, the ebony of a crane: nothing. Was it too much to hope? Did she not give enough? Was it wrong to persevere?

In the middle of the hallway, tears blessed the floor. With one final sigh, she closed her eyes and quit.

The day of the judging came. It was a miracle that they managed to present something. After that they were all psyched. Some act humble saying they won't make the cut with smiles reaching their ears. Along, they made comments and comparisons between theirs and the other classes performances since they were first to perform. Alas, drumroll.

They were surprised of the result. Only third place after all the effort they've done? There must be some kind of mistake! They gave it their best! Only two thoughts came to their minds. One, the judging was biased since one of the judges is a friend of the champion class. It must be the reason. They made everyone laugh even with their unprecedented errors, how could they lose? If, however, they were proven wrong, it must be their leader. She quit on them. She was too weak to handle and lead the class. It was her fault they lost since she didn't do her job properly. All eyes glued to her, she faced them. With a straight face, she left them. All the insults came after but she didn't flinch a bit. She wasn't bothered at all.

Who was right, who was wrong? Be smart enough to know. Be human enough to understand.

Literary (Submission): Confessions of a Conyo Girl / I'm in Love with a Conyo Girl



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