Bahandi

By Joni Dizon

I want to cut your hair
Especially your bangs
But will you allow me?
I’m sure not, you won’t even talk to me.

I want to cut your hair
‘Cause its blocking the view,
The view of those windows into your soul
Those windows that are always close for me.

I want to cut your hair,
That hair which blocks your view
Because I know you want to see her
She, that won’t even look at you.

I want to cut your hair,
That soft straight hair
Because I know it is preventing you…
Preventing your from noticing me.

I want to cut your hair
That damn long hair
For it’s preventing me to see the truth
The truth that you never notice me.

I want to cut your hair
If only I could
Or far more better,
I want to cut your head.

By Madelaine Barriata

So many lies, I’m suffocating,
Hide my arms, it won’t stop bleeding;
Swirling frauds won’t free me,
All these free thoughts are smothering me.

Walking around same invasion I see,
All those eyes are following me;
Bearing the guilt of my perfect sinfulness,
Steels the efforts for it will never be less,

Here I stand with my empty hands.
I am about to leave this sick, putrid land;
Then I noticed you close to me,
There you stood, holding me.

My heart poured when my hands opened,
You reached for me and it flows so sudden;
I got this sword to head the fight,
So I won’t be fooled by your angel light.

Swirling blue shades of tears,
That’s slow dancing in your eyes;
While your waiting there for me,
Desperate hope crossed in your eyes, I see.

The empty shape in you out screaming all these lies,
You perforate the peace by saving my life;
The warmth of your embrace melts my frost bitten spirit,
All your pretty smiles that exceeds, yes, I cherish it.

I hear this music, its making me sway.
“We are all alone with you.” I hear the angels say;
You whisper those words such as beautiful masterpiece,
I hush myself again at night as you make me feel whole.

By Melchor Villarimo

There’s no beauty I can compare to thee,
You are lovelier than anyone I see
Your heart gives hope to a heart that’s naïve,
Oh take my heart that only I can give.
My heart sees your loving look in your eyes;
Even your wrinkled hands once guide me as wise
But now your eyes is as deep as your love,
Look an effigy of you here I curve.
I know your glittering light is over.
And it’s time your weakness let me cover,
I offer you my hand and let me guide,
Just caring for you I’ll stay on your side.
Because your heart and soul is what He sees.
The time will come I will fall back on my knees.

By Golda Mae Pay-ang

I have been buried many years from them
That forest with many subtle voices
But I am still a beautiful maiden
Oh!!! Tiresome of the huge hermit’s kisses
Holding a plant’s foliage blinking so long
Refreshes my body and warms my soul.
They want to hear again my old folk song
Like grandma wearing her favorite shawl
But I feel not a shawl’s solace
Sobbing and crying to seek for gold
Tis!!! How I wish to see again my face
Wish to look at last my forgotten town
Oh! 1 to get back my lovely, sparkling gown!

By Jethro Martino Paras

As if the night is forevermore
Alone in the rigid land of the south
A wish to grasp the fancy skylight
Embraced by anxiety and doubt.

Chance and luck misled the soul
Into the abyss of the deadly sea
Heart that was never been shattered
Now face the mock of destiny.

Why is it that the sentiment never been shared?
Why are the lips frozen in time?
Can the will alone drive the pole?
Into the promise of life untwine?

To live a purpose is never an option
But it hurts to never grasp
The light that meant to seize the night
At the frigid polar south.

By Marianne Conception

If my life was to be written down this page
I wouldn’t have been enough.
My life as I describe it was just
Like everybody else especially teenagers
Who experience love, joy and happiness?
That comes from our God, parents and friends.
But just like every other story it also has
Loneliness, hardships and misunderstandings.
As I grow older, I begin to realize that
Life was not like the story of fairy tales
That I read from books…
No one has a perfect life.

By Jaramaine Ayuman

My heart is full of pain
But I don’t let anyone feel it inside me…
My heart is full of tears
But I don’t let them fall upon my face…
My heart is full of fears
But I don’t let myself be frightened…
My heart is full of anger
But I’m forced to smile
Inside my heart
The true me will see
Inside my heart,
The real sacrifice have done
Inside my heart,
The truth who I really am.

Ni Stephen John Brillantes

Kagabihan ba itong nawawangis ng aking mga mata?
Sa tunog ng baril ako ay nagitla
Tuluyan na bang nabulag at nabingi ang hustisya?
‘Asan na ba ang pinaglalabanan na demokrasya?

Tunay nga na kami ang kampeon ng mga dukha
Subalit sa bawat balita an may puna at pagtuligsa
Sa pulitika ng ating bansa
Sistemang bulok at walang pag-asa
Sariling buhay ko ay binigyang mitsa,
Tuluyan na bang nahiga ang bandila ng ating bayan?
Sa kamay ng taong saki’y nagtumba,
Hustisya pa kaya’y aking matamasa?

Ngayong ako’y tahimik na… kaawa-awa naman ang maralita
Pagwakas ang aking hininga, sa pagtigil ng pagkurap ng aking mga mata
Nawa’y kinabukasan ng aking pamilya, ng aking bayan at madla
Sana ay mabigyang liwanag pa
Sa gitna ng aking pakahimlay may pag-asa pa kaya?
Ngayong nakikita nga aking mata
Siya na kusa sa akin magpunta…

Karimlan!

By Melissa Rili

Peeking through the shadows of the dawning day;
I wanted to touch your face
The icy breeze caresses your warm skin;
I wanted to touch your hand.

I hold on to subtle faith,
That any moment from now,
You may awake,

And that you may rise up from your
Deep long slumber… from oblivion.

Be free my love,
Forget –me- not.

I’m waiting for you,
Right here at your bed side.

In my dreams, you’re wide awake,
For your eyes, see through the fires of my soul.

Your mind is my mind.
Your heart is my heart.

I kissed your close eyes,
I trembled of fear.

Oh how could have departed so early?
And let yourself fall to the hands of oblivion?

But I shall see you there,
Even though the river of forgetfulness
Flows in our veins

For a true heart does not lose its fire,
Not in a cold dark world as oblivion.

You shall see me and I shall see you,
And once again, we will be as one.
We will make up,
Both of us.

By Paula Kristine Cagalingan

I just want to see the robin every Monday
As the sun goes up
And the wind rushes over my face.

I just want to see the robin every Monday
At the trees in the sky
Being with the robin seems fun.

Every Monday,
I walk down the halls of the castle
The silence is very loud
The robin sings
The trees dances
The grass clasps
The silent music takes the crowd.
But I only stand to watch the robin.
With the sun shining over him.

It is bad that the robin cannot see,
See me whose always watching him.
I wish that his heart can see
See love as it grows deeply.