Isang Kaibigan

Isang Kaibigan

Christina Sanchez

Napakatahimik ng ika’y makilala,

Ni ngumiti ay hirap mong ipaubaya,

Natatandaan ko pa nga nuon,

Na ako’y takot kapag ika’y naririyan na.

Sa isang paupahan nagsimula,

Mga pangyayaring kapuna-puna,

Kaguluhan at mga pagbabagong naganap,

Na animo’y tumatak sa puso ng lahat.

Aking napansin ang mga pakikisama,

Pakikipagusap at ngayo’y nakangiti na,

Ikaw mismo na nagbibigay saya sa iba,

Aking nasabi na “kaybait mo pala”.

Parang isang ama at kuya sa lahat,

Tumatayong pinuno kapag naglalahad,

Sa mga suliraning kinahaharap,

Pagsasamahang isa para sa lahat.

Lalo pang nagtumibay ang samahan,

Ng mabalitaan na ang ama’y pumanaw,

Masakit man na ito’y tanggapin,

Nasilayan namin na ika’y matatag pa rin.

Maraming salamat aking kaibigan,

Sa mga payo’t ating mga karanasan,

Sa kabila man ng iyong kasalanan,

Handa akong magpatawad at ito’y kalimutan.

Christina Sanchez is a BS Secondary Education Major in English student in Araullo University-PHINMA and Junior Staff  of ViewPoint. Her love for her friends inspired her to write this kind of poem. She dedicates this poem to her board mates most especially to Edward Genove. 

Alone

Alone

Rouie Victoria Ramos

Sitting here with no one

Waiting the time pass by

Why do this feeling exist?

Can’t believe it’s happening to me.

Walking in this long road

Makes my feet suffer from aches

Seems nobody knows what I feel

Cause no one’s trying to understand

Everybody’s laughing in the streets

Telling their deeds not done

Claiming their freaky works

Just to make themselves “The one”

One group looks at me

Hypnotizing me to join

Faking their smiling faces

If I know, they’ll just use me afterwards.

Bitterness.

Boredom.

Pain.

That’s what I feel.

Rouie Victoria Ramos is a BS in Accountancy student in Araullo University-PHINMA and a Staff Writer/Web Administrator of ViewPoint. Her poem is all about how she feels everytime she is alone.

Fetus Cry

Fetus Cry

Bryan Joseph Peralta

I want to live

I want to love

I want to grow

like any child in this world

I want to see the color of the tree

I want to feel the warmth of the sun

I want to play with toys

Stand up when I stumble down, and play again

I want to feel the care of my mother

I want to feel the warm embrace of my father

What have my parents done to me?

How could they do this?

I found myself sealed in a garbage plastic

I ask the world, where are my rights?

Bryan Joseph Peralta is a BS in Accountancy student in Araullo University-PHINMA and a Staff Writer of ViewPoint. He dedicates this poem to the world, for them to know that even a fetus has his own feelings.

Angel of No Mercy

Angel of No Mercy

Christina Sanchez

I thought you would be,

The only guy for me,

But you are a liar;

That makes me to surrender.

You take my breath away,

That makes me hurt everyday,

You did what you want;

And never mind my heart.

My heart turns into pieces,

When you commit lies and sins,

I never know what’s right;

I would stop or fight.

I am helpless for taking it,

Leaning my hand for this,

Angel of no mercy as if;

That breaks my heart so deep.

Christina Sanchez is a BS Secondary Education Major in English student in Araullo University-PHINMA and Staff Writer of ViewPoint. This is a poem based on a song "Angel of no mercy". She dedicates this poem to herself by loving someone who left her.

The Time Comes

The Time Comes

Christina Sanchez

When I was in love,

I gave the thing that he had,

Even my family's command,

I broke it for so called sacrifice.

I have been hurt all the time,

Because he never been realized,

That I fell for him,

Until I found that my love is not enough.

Love is hard to define,

To me, it makes me stress that time,

It gives also happiness and heartaches,

Abstract things which are always present.

Moving on is difficult to do,

Accepting the truth that I can't undo,

Pain which makes my heart break in two,

So I decided that I will forget you.

Christina Sanchez is a BS Secondary Education Major in English student in Araullo University-PHINMA and a Staff Writer of Viewpoint. She dedicates this poem to her first love. 

Punctuation Philosophies

This is the 13th and last poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Punctuation Philosophies

Ma. Gladys Repollo

Semi-colon, apostrophe, question mark, comma
ellipsis at tuldok. Isiningit man o nasa hulihan,
sila'y naglalahad ng mga kwentong hindi nasusulat
sa papel ng mga salitang humihiyaw, minamalat.

The semi-colon establishes a relationship
between two independent clauses.
Bakit hindi na lang niya sila hayaang
maging two separate sentences?

Itong apostrophe, masyadong possessive.
Kailan pa naging pagmamay-ari
ng salita ang kapwa niya? Meron
naman silang kahulugan kahit nag-iisa.

Ang queston mark nama'y nababalot
ng hiwaga; ikaw mismo'y magtatanong.
Tunay bang ang pangungusap ay nag-uusisa,
o sadyang mahirap lang itong tuldukan?

The comma, however, complicates things.
Maraming idinudugtong na mga ideya,
 isa lang naman ang nais sabihin. Ang buhay,
nagiging compound na, complex pa.

Paborito ng ilan ang ellipsis dahil kapag
idinugtong sa sentence, instant veil of mystery.
Parang question mark, nagpapaasa lang.
Pero siguro, meron lang ding hindi maamin.

Ngayon, talakayin natin ang tuldok.
Isa lang ang trabaho nito: end a statement.
Halimbawa: Hindi na kita mahal.
Simple lang di'ba? No frills whatsoever.
Ayan, nasabi ko na.

Ma. Gladys  Repollo  is a  Bachelor in Secondary Education senior in Araullo University-PHINMA and is the Editor-in-Chief of Viewpoint.  She was inspired by the power of punctuation marks and how they affect the meaning of sentences. She believes that holding back or saying a lot more than required  create the same effect on relationships. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

The Long-gone Past

This is the 12th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

The Long-gone Past

Barry Sim

I open my eyes and welcome the light
That will reveal the next chapters of life
But something bothers the inside of me
My past, my past, it wants me to see

I close my eyes for a second, I wait
And I meet the past that I myself built
I have no idea what lies ahead
But still I dig deeper inside my head

It feels like a dream on a Christmas night
Everything is grainy, blurry and white
Whatever my mind wants me to realize
I should revisit every moment, fall or rise

I thought I’m alone in this small white world
Without nothing to see, to talk, to hold
But my mind surprises me even more
With a big white screen that shows me all


I watched, intrigued by the display of scenes
I am the center of this ideal dream
I hardly resist to laugh or to weep

With these true memories, hiding beneath

After a while of showing what is gone
It becomes unfamiliar, new, undone
Scenes shift to a remarkably new me
The light the future unveils before me

I am tempted at first to look and to watch
I realize that I should not know much
Too much knowledge may prove useful at first
But seeing alone is a selfish curse

I caught myself and walk out the vision
Open my eyes, thinking of my mission
To find the rationale behind my past
What would I perceive from the scenes they cast?

The realization then dawns on me
The past is not the real picture to see
I picture myself standing still and firm
The real picture is not inside my dream

No man is an island the saying goes
Sharing sentiments with someone who cares
That is the lesson that my mind portrays
As clear as a glass without any trace

I will myself to call upon the Lord
God, the Creator shows flashes so old
I will walk straight with HIM, I told myself
I’ll never be alone, he’ll always help

I feel new strength surging inside of me
I’m ready to face the straight path I see
The path I see holds my future again
But this time, I’m with my Lord to begin

Whatever danger of what lies ahead
I am not scared to face them head-to-head
I will welcome the year that comes after
I will walk beside HIM, knowing better.

Barry Sim is a BS Major in Accountancy freshman in Araullo University-PHINMA and is a Staff Writer of Viewpoint.  It is about walking with God for all eternity and is dedicated to the poet himself. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

Mga Tanong ni Maria

This is the 11th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Mga Tanong ni Maria

Jillian Vergara

Nakadungaw sa bintana, sa mga bituin nakatingala

Si Maria na tahimik, puno ng pagkabahala

Sa dami ng katanungang nabuo sa kanyang diwa

Hindi na alam kung ano at alin ang dapat mauna

Unang tanong, “Paano nagsimula?”

Paanong ang isang taong hindi niya kilala,

Ay naging bahagi ng magulong mundo niya.

Lalo’t higit pa, ang nagpahilom ng puso niyang ulila.

Ikalawang tanong, “Kailan nag-iba?”

Ang ikot ng mundo, ang ningning ng mga tala?

Mga bagay na sa paningin noon ay walang halaga,

Nabigyan ng kahulugan at magandang ala-ala.

Ikatlong tanong, “Sino siya?”

Isang taong masasabi niyang tunay na dalubhasa

Sa paraang nagpakislap sa kanyang mga mata

At hindi inaasahang nagpatibok sa puso niya

Ikaapat na tanong, “Saan mapupunta?”

Ang sa una’y maganda, mahuhuli rin sa wala

Nang kanyang matuklasan, malaking sampal sa mukha

Sa puso ng mahal niya, hindi pala siya nag-iisa

Ikalimang tanong, “Bakit naniwala?”

Sa magandang pakikitungo, sa matamis na salita

Walang ibang dapat sisihin kundi ang sarili niya

Pagdurusa ng puso, hiling niya ay matapos na.

Naging mahirap para kaniya

Ang manahimik na lang at mag-aktong masaya

Sa tulong ng mga katanungang tumimo sa utak niya,

Sagot niya’y “Tapos na ating kabanata, paalam aking sinta.”

Lumipas ang panahon, may nagbago ba?

Marahil sa unang tingin, teka, parang wala

Ngunit sa loob niya, batid ng dalaga

Na ang puso niya’y payapa at masaya,

Balik sa simula.

Jillian Vergara is a BS Major in Accountancy junior in Araullo University-PHINMA and is a Staff Writer of Viewpoint.  This poem is based on a young woman's love story that ended sadly and too soon, and is inspired by the love stories of her barkada, Barney and Friends. She dedicates this poem to her friends Barney, Emily, Erika, Joana and R.A. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

Mga Haiku para sa nadurog kong puso nitong 2012…

This is the 10th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Mga Haiku para sa nadurog kong puso nitong 2012…

Nathan Neil Beronio

Pumapatak ang…
Mga luha ko kapag…
Nakikita ka…

Tandang-tanda ko…
Nung iniwan mo ako…
Sa Acad. Center…

Paalam, Kuya…
Sinabi mo sa akin…
Sabay talikod…

Tinalikuran…
Sinaksak, nilamutak…
Pusong kawawa…

Ako’y nilisan…
Sinaktan nang lubusan…
Para kanino?...

Para sa kanya?…
Ano bang meron siya at…
Ika’y nabihag?...

Oh, eh di sige…
It’s really your loss, not mine…
Bitter Ocampo…

"I love you, goodbye"…
Hanggang dito na lang ba?...
Walang “One More Try”?...

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry that consists of 17 syllables, in three phrases of five, seven and five syllables respectively.

Nathan Neil Beronio is an  AB English senior in Araullo University-PHINMA and is the Associate Editor of Viewpoint.  He aims to encapsulate in the haikus he made the heartbreaks he experienced (and imagined) in 2012. How is this connected to 13b42013? After reading this, you might actually want the world to end already (or end the life of the author). This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

NUMBERS, Fearless or Fear Of?

This is the 9th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

NUMBERS, Fearless or Fear Of?

Diane Claire Malgapo

What makes me scream?
When I heard the number thirteen
Taking a hockey mask on Camp Crystal Lake
And riding an elevator on a Friday

I am afraid of the number seven
It looks like a scary scythe newly sharpened
Held by Grim Reaper that takes the soul of every person
Tombs and grave are his decorations

I am afraid of the number six
It makes me feel sick
From the sea mark the Beast
Emerges on earth and like dragon that speaks

I am afraid of the number one the most
With my mind to think who will lost
Being odd and the loneliest
Is drowning me in sadness

No matter what number has to say
I will still stick and stay
Going through this journey in Life
On the way to heaven on time

Diane Claire Malgapo is taking up AB Major in Political Science in Araullo University-PHINMA and is an Intern Photojournalist of Viewpoint.  Inspired from daily tragic events, this piece talks about how numbers remind her of fears brought about by lack of wisdom from above. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

Tuyot na Paraiso

This is the 8th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Tuyot na Paraiso

Bryan Joseph Peralta

Kaysarap mabuhay sa mundo
Makulay
Puno ng buhay
Isang Masayang paraiso

Mayuming kalikasan
Mistulang Bahagharing nasa alapaap
Kaysarap mangarap
Sa piling ng luntiang kapaligiran

May kalayaan bawat nilalang
Malayang tumakbo, malayang lumipad
Saan man mapadpad
Ligtas sa gabay ng Maylalang

Ang buhay ay Langit
Isang matamis na panaginip
Nais kong maidlip
Himlay sa mundong tila isang magandang awit.

Bagong milenyo’y dumating
Mundo’y nawasak, nabigo
Nilapastangan, binayo
Kasamaang taglay, saan galing?

Paraisong dati’y kaysarap pagmasdan
Parang papel na sinira’t dinumihan
Tinapon sa mabahong basurahan
Hanap-hanap ko, ngayo’y nasaan?

Ang dating matatayog na puno
Nangamatay!
Nawalan ng buhay
Kabunduka’y nakalbo

Ang dating simoy ng hangin na ginhawa ang dulot
At buhay na naturingang Langit
Napalitan ng poo’t galit
Lahat ng ito’y biglang naging isang masamang bangungot.

Nalalapit na katapusan,
Sino ang may sala?
Ang ating mga makasalanang gawa
Dahilan ng paggunaw ng ating kalikasan.

Kalikasang luhaan
Nagsusumamo, nagmamakaawa
Humihingi ng kaunting simpatya
Kaunting oras ating ilaan, kalikasa’y ating alagaan.

Bryan Joseph Peralta  is a  BS Accountancy student in Araullo University-PHINMA and a Staff Writer of Viewpoint. His love for nature and his awareness of its deterioration inspired him to write these verses. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

Kung Alam ko Lang

This is the 7th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Kung Alam Ko Lang

Christina Sanchez

Isang taong aking pinagkatiwalaan,
Tinuring na kapatid at kaibigan,
Ibinigay sa kanya ang mga kahilingan,
Kahilingang aking pinanindigan at ipinaglaban.

Ang mga masasayang alaala,
Aking nagugunita ngayo'y wala sya,
Asaran, kwentuhan, tampuhan at iyakan,
Mga kaganapang hindi ko makalimutan.

Ako'y naging bulag at bingi,
Hindi namansin at nakinig,
Dahil sa labis na pag-ibig,
Sa isang taong aking bukambibig.

Sakit at paghihirap ay nararanasan,
Dahil sa mga salitang binitiwan,
Ng iyong mapaglarong isipan,
Isipang puno ng mga kasinungalingan.

Kung alam ko lang sana,
Ang sa aki'y magiging bunga,
Ng iyong mga pagbabalatkayo,
Na nagiwan ng sugat sa aking puso.

Pagmamahal ko'y magtatapos na,
Sa isang katulad mong walang awa,
Ni pagpapahalaga sa mga masasaktan,
Ay di mo naisip at nagawa man lang.

Christina Sanchez is currently taking up Bachelor in Secondary Education, major in English and a Staff  Writer of Viewpoint. This poem represents a love without doubts. She dedicates this poem to the man she loves but then, this man lies to her and at the same time he is already committed to another woman. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Kabanata

This is the 6th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Kabanata

Joanne Carla De Tumol

Hindi namamalayan

Ngunit magtatapos nanaman

Ang isang taong punong magagandang samahan

At di malilimutang pagkakaibigan

Kay daling lumipas

Ng mga oras na umaalpas

Sa araw-araw na nagkasama-sama

Lalong nakilala ang isa’tisa

Sa dinami-dami ng mga nangyari

Pag-ibig ay nanatili

Mayroon mang di pagkakaunawaan

Sa huli’y wala pa ring pinabayaan

Sa susunod na kalendaryo

Sana’y kasama ka pa rin sa libro ng buhay ko

Hindi para mag mistulang palamuti

Ngunit para maghatid ng ngiti sa aking mga labi

Joanne Carla De Tumol  is a  BS Accountancy student in Araullo University-PHINMA and an Associate Producer of Viewpoint's New Media Arm, VPTV.  This poem is inspired by Joanne’s friends from the second semester of her Senior year and her newly found friends when she entered college. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.

Unforgettable Year

 

This is the 5th poem for 13b42013 Poetry Series.

Unforgettable Year

Krisia Aira Nicolas

The year may pass

But will never be over,

Cause memories will last

And will be kept forever.

Reminiscing that time

When I met new friends

Who are there to guide me

And hold on till the end.

Then I found a family,

One that cares truly,

That supports and inspires me

To go on with my journey.

And I can still remember

That day in November,

When fate challenged us

And what we did gained a few trust.

But that made us stronger

Because we know what is right,

And that is to keep on moving

Even things are not light.

I know things happen

And there are reasons.

Maybe to teach me

To live with a vision.

Now I’m at the end

And I don’t have any regret,

Cause with these people

Is a year I’ll never forget.

Krisia Aira Nicolas is a BS in Accountancy student in Araullo University-PHINMA and a Staff Writer of Viewpoint. This poem is about the encounters that she had this year and what made it special for her. She dedicates this poem to her friends and her Viewpoint family. This poem is composed as a part of 13b42013  Poetry Series.