Anne Harys Silubrico

Kaangtanan

Angel Octoso

A Sliver of White in Black

Sharaine Ghail T. Taaca

i in tranquil waters clearer than any ocean, moving in swirls, swimming heedlessly, breathing in jagged and shallow gasps. patterned in blue, it is everything, dive through depths, glide over struggles see beyond uncertainties. the serenity irks me, it cannot calm the waves, solely, flowing into the unknown.

ii in wavering streets draped in white and black, furtive glances, knee-trembling, heart-thumping, leaping into overdrive. quickly shuttering in chagrin, gone astray, unable to find a home, - I am nearly clear-felling. desiring to grasp what this path will offer, see what once bathed in my light, sensate the profundity of the hues.

iii in an enclosed space painted in dark accents, light trickling through blinds, knocking me sideways with tattered remnants. I remember glistening eyes rushing by, getting up to soft sheets overwhelmed. for life does ask so much. this wholly nothing left a void, unveiled brokenness divulged frailty and tears, I give too much.

iv in a cold night, shades darker than any other, wind rustles, it shares despair, no beauty within. serenity turns into anguish, the source of misery echoes with the frigid air, makes pixelated ink out of a shattered heart. when the soul reflects and recalls, I weep, I lark, and I soar, allowing the anchor to guide me towards tranquility. v next to a misty forest, smooth seductive greens, myriads of paradoxes, clawing the way out, thirsty for bliss. thousands of troubles underneath, creatures cry waters stop rippling, ground silences and I live on the edge. across the land, under the moon, uncomfortable and intense, yet, warms the feet, trees leading the way.

vi in the vastness, I found freedom in light palettes, ideating every impossible, flaring humanity with illuminating tints. while wishes had fallen, slipping out of hands, feeling quick sharp pains, expressive colors radiate behind shadows. these became abstract art, traces of reality, an absurd vision painted, my color schemes composition.

The Gentle in Chaos

Diane Almuenda

KARTERO

Jawn Caryss Justalero

Sarit-saring emosyon na ang aking natanggap. Ang iba nga’y hindi ko na masyadong Mahagilap. May mga letra akong nais, Pero siguro ang mga ito’y may kakulanga’t labis.

Mahilig akong sumulat gamit ang tintang itim, Madalas nakakulong ako sa apat na sulok na kung saan madilim. Marami-rami na rin akong saknong na naigawa, At halos lahat hindi tumutugma.

Punit-punit na papel sa paligid ang makikita, Ubos na rin ang nakasanayan kong mga tinta, At ang ginagawa ko gumuguhit ako gamit ang matutulis na metal. Uunahan ko na kayo, hindi sya “lethal” o nakamamatay.

Mula sa dulo ng metal nito ay may namumuong likido, Mula sa guhit may gasgas na naiukit. Isa rin sa pinakapaborito kong tinta ay ang kulay pula, Kasi ito lang ang nagdidikta ng mga emosyong gustong kumuwala.

Tuwing matatapos ko ang sulat, Saka lang ako namumulat. Dali-dali ko ring inabot sa kartero, At sinabing “Ang dahilan ng pagsulat ko ay para sayo.”

Poinē

Natasha Del Valle

Listening to arcane melodies Here I am waiting for apricity Blue butterflies fluttering in lyrical susurrus On flowers kissed by Aeolus My sanctuary.

The chimerical viridity and serendipity The quatervois of this uncertain journey An abditory of my sanity The moon gazing yonderly, shining brightly. My serenity.

An intoxicating composition of elegies The invigorating sight of red lilies A woeful cataclysm of auguries The transcendent lines of divinity Hear me, My deity.

Make me a sonnet. Oh dear, Captivate my ears. Write sonatas, Reduce me to tears.

Use this penetrating spear Of love and adoration Of warmth and devotion Of chivalric possession Of me, And of you, My inamorato.

Of me and you.

Epiphany

Angel Octoso

Personification of Us!

Jairah C. Alfafaras

It’s sunset when we met It’s sunrise when we kiss Butterflies everywhere; Smiling roses Tough branch Closed together, get warmth. My veins begin to startle My heart wants a backflip It paints euphoria in my canvas Polished with ecstasy on us.

Love grows fonder Roots of affinity connected Never been unfold; Never been vanished. How delightful by your side No chances to collide Hurricanes are impossible to lay over But I really beg you Please ride on my airplane And drift away up to the crane.

At the Crack of Dawn