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.