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Admins: Elijah James Banuelos, Mareanne Gabrylle Saliot, Patricia Jeanne Cesar, John Philip Eromon, and John Aaron Plasabas
Patricia Jeanne Cesar
Oh! The cute brown animal jumped to me
Licking my face seems like longing for love
Hug me tight, play with me, Oh my honey
I consider him as a gift from above.
Her eyes is gray, sparkles and I love it
She is small but terrible that’s make me proud
She’s playing in her drums and make bit
Glove bark and bark, it’s too noisy and loud
Glove is sleeping well, feels like she’s angel
Now she is dreaming, dreaming so much fed
Her expression turns scared, I maid giggle
“Goodnight, Glove! I love you so much,” I said.
When she woke up, she runs–open the door
And I saw poachers catch glove–very poor
Mareanne Gabrylle V. Saliot
Down in the darkness, a moth was flying
Brown wings with black spots spread in the cold air
All alone, he saw a magical thing
Giving him a nice and beautiful stare
He then remembered what his mother said
About the mystical thing called the fire
‘Twas shining, glittering and color red
Burning things for as long as it desire
The moth wanted to have a clearer look
Into the eye of the undiscovered
So the moth fly no matter what it took
But fire burned him alive as he hovered
His body and wings turn to black ashes
Then the moth fell, deep down in the darkness
Elijah James Banuelos
I twisted my neck to the face of wilderness
Riveted on the walls of dismantled happiness
Fixing the wound of my broken serenity
Drowning on a haunted lake of restless agony
Living in a grotto of endless morbidity
Listening to the clamour of a suffering soul
Rendering the frozen crust of my abandoned goal
Hovering around was the spirit of malignance
Beseeching for the lost certainty of benevolence
Wake up! Run! Go away! This is just a dream!
Let it go, I want the sun’s gleam!
Elijah James Banuelos
Shining in the dark, the sun is rising
Gleaming—I’ll be travelling everywhere
Raising my feet on a flat steel, smiling
A wheeled object attached with a glare
A soft lengthy seat I’ve found, side by side
Rusted ceiling owns a hanger-holder
Fast wind is slapping me in a fast ride
The sidewalks are in a tidy manner
The harsh creepy beat of the music
It’s makes me sick and driving me crazy
Passengers’ gossips, I’d like to mimic
It had broken my precious serenity
Feet in the asphalt, There’s something I feel
Oh my dear, I forgot to pay my bill!
John Aaron Plasabas
A small droplet of water-like substance
That comes through twists and squeeze from a cow’s breast
That seems so tasty even at a distance
That anyone who drink it will be pleased.
As white as snow and as rich as the earth
As pure as gold and as clean as silk
Everyone drinks it, even after birth
even if they’re sick, they would always drink
Splashes, splashes bumped from the glass of it
As if the glass were grabbed by the hands of men
Sparkles, sparkles come from the glass of it
And it makes him feels like he’s superman
Got by thy drinker to the hands of his
As he grows through thy milk like hearts of fists.
John Philip Eromon
Unique body that has a pointed tail,
Wondering if I will pricked by it,
Gazing carefully while pushing, like nail,
Still I’m pricked by it, like it wants to beat.
When, I push it in the bulletin board,
i often wonder if I will be pricked.
A pin that has a head, but like a sword,
Like a marble that gloss and has a stick.
Itchy feeling when it touches my skin,
Makes me feel being tickled by a point.
Pin whose head is large, and its tail is thin,
Parts joined together, and never disjoint.
After being pricked, I was shocked to see,
Blood was gushing out from a part of me.