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Singkil by Mark Adams Aranas

 

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As I hear the clapping of tinikiling sticks

The vision of singkil in my head suddenly clicks

Except in this story I play the role of prince

And the girl in my heart plays as this princess

 

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This time bamboo sticks don't represent the trees

But an extension of my love that I give unto thee

Strong bamboo representing support given by me

Banging to the rhythm, our hearts in harmony

 

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So I take her to the woods, under a beautiful starry night

Straight out of Van Gogh, if he was a Filipino guy

But then the diwatas cause the world to shake

Not only making the earth, but my heart quake

 

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As in the words of the Kid, "The Sky Might Fall"

But this time for certain I am worried at all

No more happily ever after for this prince and princess

No more home with a family, no beautiful palace

 

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As this story goes, good things come to an end

And so does this untimely infatuation with a friend

 

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"Bridging the Gap"

by Sabrina Im

 

Puddles on pavement 

Pitter patter under my feet

Once inside

My eyes meet

Stringing lights,

Glowing amber like a lost penny 

Found in sidewalk cracks.

Cozy and carefree,

As if I'm back home 

In my mother's tight embraces.

Decorated by shining glass and art that speaks,

Wooden tables and mismatched chairs

Grounded by bodies.

Fragrant roasted aromas and

Murmurs of conversation

Envelop me.

Cup clasped in hand

Warmth wrapping around chilled fingers

Eyes watch steam rise from a cup

Following its swirling spiral dance.

Solace.

Freedom.

Escape.

I drink all this and more.

"Where I’m From”

by Shane Sagisi    

 

I am from doors,

from Kenwood and Home Depot.

I am from the light bulb in the basement.

(Shining, in 

the dark hour of the night)

I am from the plants,

the daisies

whose yellow coating is

infested by bumble bees.    

 

I am from food and funny,

from Maria and Pat.

I am from sayings 

and military school,

from church and the Eucharist.

I am from Our Father who

are in heaven

and holy marry mother of God.

 

I am from North Valley in the bay,

lumpia and cheese.

From the fire that burned 

the house down

the crash that paralyzed him.

On the shelf is the game

full of memories,

worn out cards

that collect dust

I am from the Philippines,

the country in despair in the East

that prevails among notice.

"The First Heartbreak Club Meeting"

by Steven Domingo


I’m sorry I didn’t have anything to bring to this potluck
All I have is heartbreak and lies
As you can see me hold back the tears in my eyes
I look up in the sky and ask why?
Why did I ever let your beautiful smile and twinkling eyes 
let me lower my defenses
I was fine in my fortress of singletude
But when I met you, I tore down my walls
I lit up when I saw you
And then we lit up together
Laughed away everything no matter what we talked 
about
Cuz honestly we didn’t talk about shit
But I loved it
I woke up thinking that maybe I’ll have the courage to let 
you know
How I feel until I heard talk of you and someone else
Now I know how Breezy felt
Now I sit here making half truth jokes
To hide my whole truth feelings
And hold my breath when you’re around
And you’re around a lot so I suffocate
With hopes and a shattered reality
While you’re there without any idea
That I keep wanting to see ya
Even though you put a hole in my chest
You know that feeling when you’re the happiest and the 
saddest at the same time?
I’m having the time of my life
When you’re hurting me
We keep seeing each other purposefully
I know ya’ll might be in disbelief
But this is whole truth poetry
And see my heart? It’s on my sleeve
And this is for you
Yes you know who you are
It may be too late
But better late than never
You’re the reason why I keep getting up in the morning
And why I drown in my tears at night
I know you’ve never thought of me in that sense
But I long to see your face and hear your voice
To smell your scent and touch your skin
And I keep wondering if your lips are as sweet as your 
personality
What’s the matter with me?
I guess I’m just in one-sided love
I am one of many in this heartbreak club
And I guess is not much of a potluck
Cuz everyone brought the same thing

POETRY

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