WE CANT SAY
by:Clanzee Jirey Taylan
ABM 1F
Wrath that happened in our mind
and a people have retributive behavior
...we can't say that
there are still a goodness.
They say that "Children is our hope"
but what happen ? ;They use drugs ,they drink
,they smoke
and also they not obeying their parents.
Killing and stealing ?
Maybe judging, bullying and jaywalking
;an inborn attitude of a human person,...
where is the goodness , ?*sigh*
There is an island ,
that full of brutality and wrath,
conquered by the person
who want to kill and judge .
I dont know what is happening today,
maybe is like someday ;
full of killings and pains,
sorrow and sadness .
Maybe tomorrow,
there's a people that will come down
to lead peacefulness and goodnesss to us
and that is God.
11:50 PM
10:53 PM
BUT NOW HE'S DEAD AND GONE.
MY SWEET LITTLE BOY,
ALL HE WANTED WAS TO SEEK FOR HIS FREEDOM.
ALL HE WANTED WAS A GLIMPSE OF A HAPPY LAND.
AND NOW, MY SON IS DEAD AND GONE.
HIS BODY- COLD AND COVERED IN STABS AND IN BRUISES.
HIS FACE, SWOLLEN.
MY SON, DIDN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF DEATH.
NO ONE EVER DID.
BUT WHY SUCH BRUTAL DEATH
COMES TO THOSE WHO DARED TO STAND UP,
TO THOSE WHO THIRSTS FOR LIBERTY.
MY HEART ACHES.
FOR THE MOTHERS WHO LOST THEIR SONS,
FOR THE SONS WHO LOST THEIR MOTHERS.
FOR EVERYONE WHO LOST SOMEONE
IN EXCHANGE FOR PEACE AND JUST IN OUR LAND.
THEY MIGHT'VE TAKEN MY SON AWAY FROM ME,
BUT THERE'S ONE THING THAT'LL REMAIN FOREVER,
IT IS THE COURAGE TO FIGHT FOR MY CHILDREN,
JUST AS MUCH MY CHILDREN WOULD DIE FIGHTING FOR ME.
Photo artwork: http://chocojava.tumblr.com/
BUT NOW HE'S DEAD AND GONE.
MY SWEET LITTLE BOY,
ALL HE WANTED WAS TO SEEK FOR HIS FREEDOM.
ALL HE WANTED WAS A GLIMPSE OF A HAPPY LAND.
AND NOW, MY SON IS DEAD AND GONE.
HIS BODY- COLD AND COVERED IN STABS AND IN BRUISES.
HIS FACE, SWOLLEN.
MY SON, DIDN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF DEATH.
NO ONE EVER DID.
BUT WHY SUCH BRUTAL DEATH
COMES TO THOSE WHO DARED TO STAND UP,
TO THOSE WHO THIRSTS FOR LIBERTY.
MY HEART ACHES.
FOR THE MOTHERS WHO LOST THEIR SONS,
FOR THE SONS WHO LOST THEIR MOTHERS.
FOR EVERYONE WHO LOST SOMEONE
IN EXCHANGE FOR PEACE AND JUST IN OUR LAND.
THEY MIGHT'VE TAKEN MY SON AWAY FROM ME,
BUT THERE'S ONE THING THAT'LL REMAIN FOREVER,
IT IS THE COURAGE TO FIGHT FOR MY CHILDREN,
JUST AS MUCH MY CHILDREN WOULD DIE FIGHTING FOR ME.
7:53 AM
Undying Scar
People were like in Hell back then.
People were like in Hell back then.
Agony, Hate and Misery
made people lose their sanity.
As if men were locked in a den.
Leaving malicious memories
Inflicting severe scars to them,
not even able to condemn.
Having a small faith on chances.
Filipinos kept thinking on,
on how to end this tragedy
and why do they feel misery.
And it is best to keep living on.
made people lose their sanity.
As if men were locked in a den.
Leaving malicious memories
Inflicting severe scars to them,
not even able to condemn.
Having a small faith on chances.
Filipinos kept thinking on,
on how to end this tragedy
and why do they feel misery.
And it is best to keep living on.
War breaks out between
the same kind.
Same blood and tears spilled on the ground.
So-called peace, nowhere to be found.
And hope is really hard to find.
Same blood and tears spilled on the ground.
So-called peace, nowhere to be found.
And hope is really hard to find.
7:42 AM
Inevitable Tragedy
Poverty, Pride, Hatred
and Greed
Makes people pull off
evil acts
Showing off naked truths
and facts
that shatters every
person's creed.
Days pass by, the world
still revolves,
bloodshed and the chain
of hatred
made the world look
awfully red.
Which stops a man while
he evolves.
One tine, I saw a little
child
that looked feeblish but undefiled.
that looked feeblish but undefiled.
As I saw the child on his
knees,
There comes another sudden breeze.
There comes another sudden breeze.
My eyes opened, very
surprised
To see a man that cured
the kid,
knowing that It was a good deed.
As hope sparks, it shatters demise.
knowing that It was a good deed.
As hope sparks, it shatters demise.
7:00 AM
We live in a world where evil prevail,
Good is hidden and is never unveil,
Where people of sorrow are made to rule,
While righteous men are up looked as fools,
Countries riot, leaders quarrel,
A bout of nations, a destructive duel
A malevolent world abound by hatred
Good never notice and has slowly faded
We never notice the blanket of darkness,
Hope still resides a light of good and
kindness,
We are ruled in a dictator’s unjust
nightmare,
Power is still there, to all that is good and
never unfair,
A pocket of good that can never be
extinguished,
Even the most evil cannot diminish,
Not long would nature set things right,
But between good and evil, there’s always a
fight,
Bow
By: Jhoven Christian Pataueg
6:52 AM
What
does it take?
To
make a country great,
And
bring back the glory,
To
this once wonderful land,
So
what does it take?
For
all of your sake,
I
have succeeded,
Yet
it is still not enough,
It
did not need to come to this,
But
I had no choice,
For
the sake of our country and the people,
My
decision was finally made,
It
wasn’t rash, it wasn’t brutal,
A
decision made to restore,
Even
for everything that I have done,
Yet
it is still not enough,
All
have turned against me, yes
This
begins my fall, my end
For
everything has a price,
In
achieving your goal
Martial
Law Poem
By: Jhoven Christian
Pataueg
12:00 AM
Why do they need people to suffer?
Why do they want people to feel the pain?
Why do they treat it like it doesn't matter?
Do they have some kind of disease in their brain?
Is it really for the better
or they just made things even worst?
A hidden truth about human slaughter
but what're the hardship they've gone through first things first
A torture worst than death
electric shocks and russian roulette
pistol-whipping and water cure
strangulation and pepper torture
Those who tries to escape
will meet their very end
Is this what they really deserve?
sadly not, but I'm sorry my friend
11:40 PM
-SHANE MICAH EUNICE L. MACALANDA
This is martial law
caused by apo
and that was 40 years ago
where the democracy throw
Till now i have no idea on
this
but most of them says in
that time there's no peace
I've heard a lot of
stories
that people always take
the risk
I want to be on that time
to know the truth and lie
to understand the whys and
hows
and to know you more now
I want to know something
I want to know everything
and why people keeps him
from moving
especially the day when he
is dying
Whats the truth about the
past
is this just happen very
fast?
why did marcos need to do
that?
did he think it was the
right path?
All the sadness and hatred
of yesterday,
will never fade away
wait, do you know this tip
that controlling is not a
part of leadership
Marcos enough,
you just taught people to
be more tough,
you'll never get the the
trust you gain
unless we all become
insane,
and forget all the pain
I tried to understand you
but i just cant
Marcos, sorry but never
again
There will never be a
Marcos restoration,
This country will be the
country of the People Power Revolution.
-SHANE MICAH EUNICE L. MACALANDA
11:15 PM
I am wandering the streets alone
Despairing in dark thoughts
No one cares
That I am in a bad frame of mind
Cold and hungry
And desperate for a home.
No where to lay my weary head
My feet are sore
Still no one cared
People passed by
But either looked the other way.
Some threw me a pittance in a few coppers
I waited all day
And night
But still nobody
Came to rescue me from my plight.
Suddenly, an old man came
Placed a bag beside me
Full of foods and clothes
I run after him saying,
“What’s your name Mister?”
No response.
Sometimes, we close our eyes,
Pretending to be a normal bystander.
But someday, and somewhere,
Let us reach our hands out to others.
No matter what comes along.
Be kind,
Even when you are not supposed to,
It's a bravery shown and
is what most don't hold with in.
Be kind,
For the world who just wanna start another war and slaughter every last piece of kindness
you hold within.
11:05 PM
No,
were not bad,
theyre just too good
were not
weak theyre just rude
the world is
already full of bad vices
and we should practice the
thing we called kindness
The world is full of people Some are good, some are bad
but we should focus on the ones
that don't make us mad.
Appreciate good people They
are often treated bad
So becareful
they might slip away
when
they feel sad.
-SHANE MICAH EUNICE L. MACALANDA
9:22 PM
There's this one girl
Who happens to be alone
Walking on the street
cause she's finding something to eat
In the middle of the night
When the moon radiates it's light
Her eye's were wide with fright
The feeling of presence, no one at sight
There's a tattoed guy on her side
and suddenly think where she must hide
She walk so fast
Goosebumps reflecting her last
The other normal guy appear
The other normal guy appear
9:03 PM
Photo by: Hiraya Art
Why most filipino's hate marcos?
Is he the one to blame?
Or he's the one who blamed?
How do i know; when i know nothing?
I don't know the real story
'cause i don't want to based on history
Move on or move past;
there's nothing i can do about
but do doubt on the happenings around
10:52 AM
Screencap from: Lost In Translation (2003)
Always being left out
Always loitering around
Always being passed on
Everyday I'm being thrown
Something useless
Something worthless
Something dirty
Something that makes your mom angry
Questioning my existence
Do I even make sense
I feel exactly like a trash
Hey, mind you
You can get cash from a trash
These ignorant and arrogant people
Living in this cruel world
Pretending to be clean
When we're all just the same
It's disgusting
But you know what
There's still someone
Who's gonna pick you up
Maybe I'm not the useless
Maybe I still have a chance
Maybe, just maybe
They still care for me
Save the world
Save Mother Earth
Hey, guess what
Someone just picked me up
10:28 AM
Artist : Kate Long Stevenson
What do I know
About the Martial Law
That, I can't fully answer
For I was not there
But that doesn't mean that I don't care
Decades after the dictator's reign
And I can still feel
The anger, the sorrow, and the pain
It's like seeing the blood
The blood that was shed
By those innocent lives
While I look above the sky
I see stars and sometimes wonder
How does it feel to live during those years
After a while I'll take it back
I just couldn't imagine the life way back
Days seem so dark
There ere shouting and crying
But no one is hearing it
How cruel and inhumane
Oh, it's such a shame
I used to believe that scars do heal
But these scars, nope
I believe they can't be healed
11:42 PM
There am I, standing at edge of the street,
looking around in every corner of the aisle.
Observing every creature that passes by.
All of them, are all the same.
Then, there comes the pouring rain.
I'm all alone and no where to go.
Trembling and freezing like there is no tomorrow.
But all those creatures just stares at me, and walk away.
Suddenly, I saw a light, it gives me hope.
I followed the light and trace its shimmering glow,
every road leads back to the place I know.
Something familiar, something that I will go.
A silhouette formed within the light.
A figure of a creature, a figure of a man.
Slowly walking towards my direction.
It gives me chills, it gives me life.
The man lend his hand, offering some food, clothes and shelter.
I hesitated, but he insist, he insist to help.
The man becomes the light that leads me back to hope.
Hope that have never been seen a long ago, hope in humanity.
looking around in every corner of the aisle.
Observing every creature that passes by.
All of them, are all the same.
Then, there comes the pouring rain.
I'm all alone and no where to go.
Trembling and freezing like there is no tomorrow.
But all those creatures just stares at me, and walk away.
Suddenly, I saw a light, it gives me hope.
I followed the light and trace its shimmering glow,
every road leads back to the place I know.
Something familiar, something that I will go.
A silhouette formed within the light.
A figure of a creature, a figure of a man.
Slowly walking towards my direction.
It gives me chills, it gives me life.
The man lend his hand, offering some food, clothes and shelter.
I hesitated, but he insist, he insist to help.
The man becomes the light that leads me back to hope.
Hope that have never been seen a long ago, hope in humanity.
7:20 AM
Two Faced
What is this Martial Law?
I think it's the greatest flaw.
Happiness and sadness can be seen
but both are unbearable scenes.
I can compare it to a typhoon.
Striking the whole nation
destroying a big part of it
and merely affecting the other.
What a tragic happening
that made everyone shaking.
I can't even imagine
being part of the two setting.
I want to turn back time
to stop this horrible history.
And make it just a fictional story
or let's just say it a horror story.
What if it's okay that it happened?
Im glad that it ended
and I'm surely sorry it started.
But that's just my thought
And I got this feeling it will happen again.
by: Diego Antonio G. Directo
3:37 AM
The skies are shrouded by the dark.
There, I see the moon and the stars.
The moon, along with the billion stars,appears so bright.
I must say, It's a beautiful night.
The moon has a powerful gleam,
that no one can ever cease.
The stars are afar from the truth,
that is hidden beneath.
Several hours have passed.
The stars begins to fade, one by one.
But the moon is still awake.
Showing its light and glow, to everyone.
After few more hours, the moon is getting tired,
He might realized that its already dawn.
Then, there I see the sun, starting to arise.
I must say, no more.
The skies are shrouded by the dark.
There, I see the moon and the stars.
The moon, along with the billion stars,appears so bright.
I must say, It's a beautiful night.
The moon has a powerful gleam,
that no one can ever cease.
The stars are afar from the truth,
that is hidden beneath.
Several hours have passed.
The stars begins to fade, one by one.
But the moon is still awake.
Showing its light and glow, to everyone.
After few more hours, the moon is getting tired,
He might realized that its already dawn.
Then, there I see the sun, starting to arise.
I must say, no more.
1:36 PM
THE PUNISHMENT
A Day full of mysteries,
Load of lies and secrets,
Promises that are meant,
For the goodness of the people.
Happiness leads to pain,
Lucent to Dimmed,
It may be brutal; but
Somehow taught us treasure.
Mankind needs equity,
That fails them.
Curse that will never be forgotten,
Leave a mark to the hearts of the people.
Greatness became distress,
They fight for their bloods,
To gain food and justice,
Overcome the burdens in life.
1:51 AM
Written by: Isabel Victoria Barrios
ABM 1F
Photo: Liz
A glide within your pencil,
you don't need a fucking stencil.
You're always so quiet,
but your sketches reveal a riot.
The way your hands shiver
when everything seems out of place,
you often compete with people
as if you're in a race.
Everyone knows you're quite mute,
but I don't get why people find it cute.
Your eyes reveal glimpses of some kind of fear,
you were never given a wheel to steer.
You migrated to this land without having your own stand,
but you always had your hands -
every tissue, bare and still
with angst and love that gives you fill.
You're always so still
and your dad is quite ill.
Your social life is dead,
yet you worry about no lead.
You swish and swoosh with all your might
in hopes of your budget no longer tight.
You shade and crumple with frustration,
but you will be something -
I say without hesitation.
You're talented and capable,
don't overthink about what you bring to the table.
Close your eyes and feel the adrenaline,
you don't belong to a rusty bin.
Forget about the itch down your throat,
don't let anyone float your boat.
Express, scream if you must.
Feel it from your head
down to your bust.
You are free to do as you please
for everyday I wish you'd seize.
You give me hope,
I'd never exchange our friendship to see the pope.
You really are nice, Liz -
you're better than any fresh cola fizz.
You revived the arts with burning passion,
creating output- not forced, but with compassion.
Written by: Isabel Victoria Barrios
ABM 1F
Photo: Liz
A glide within your pencil,
you don't need a fucking stencil.
You're always so quiet,
but your sketches reveal a riot.
The way your hands shiver
when everything seems out of place,
you often compete with people
as if you're in a race.
Everyone knows you're quite mute,
but I don't get why people find it cute.
Your eyes reveal glimpses of some kind of fear,
you were never given a wheel to steer.
You migrated to this land without having your own stand,
but you always had your hands -
every tissue, bare and still
with angst and love that gives you fill.
You're always so still
and your dad is quite ill.
Your social life is dead,
yet you worry about no lead.
You swish and swoosh with all your might
in hopes of your budget no longer tight.
You shade and crumple with frustration,
but you will be something -
I say without hesitation.
You're talented and capable,
don't overthink about what you bring to the table.
Close your eyes and feel the adrenaline,
you don't belong to a rusty bin.
Forget about the itch down your throat,
don't let anyone float your boat.
Express, scream if you must.
Feel it from your head
down to your bust.
You are free to do as you please
for everyday I wish you'd seize.
You give me hope,
I'd never exchange our friendship to see the pope.
You really are nice, Liz -
you're better than any fresh cola fizz.
You revived the arts with burning passion,
creating output- not forced, but with compassion.
5:59 PM
Written By:
Dianne Alliah R. Galang
In just a glance, you will see
a water course of blood scattered all over the place,
ocean of tears pleading,
and screams of people begging.
But how can these possibly be?
When all we know is that,
we all want to have peace and freedom.
An escape to this dark place
Scars resembled the loss
millions of people died and was executed.
Some of them are tortured and women being raped.
The human rights of people vanished and was destroyed.
Are we going to forget all of these?
Forget all the people who suffered
The things that they fought for?
Don't make ourselves blinded with the truth.
The past defines what we are know,
don't be ignorant of your own history.
7:44 PM
Written by: Isabel Victoria Barrios
ABM 1F
Written by: Isabel Victoria Barrios
ABM 1F
"I declare Martial Law",
we all think there is no flaw.
we all think there is no flaw.
Paper on folders,
curfews and soldiers.
A whole new regime,
just another way to redeem
curfews and soldiers.
A whole new regime,
just another way to redeem
Hidden cases
involving unknown faces.
'Til present day we still aren't aware
that people way back never found a pair.
involving unknown faces.
'Til present day we still aren't aware
that people way back never found a pair.
Privileged people laying down their cards
while other people have it hard.
Fucking crazy how only now we are aware,
but what will happen right after we stop and stare?
while other people have it hard.
Fucking crazy how only now we are aware,
but what will happen right after we stop and stare?
The media coverage of the regime is wicked as fuck,
but too bad filipinos have the attention span of a fucking duck.
We react and complain about the stories we see on our screens,
but convincing people to care takes more than a plea.
Fucking crazy how filipinos forget easily,
but when it comes to papaya soap they grab and flee.
Screw you Marcos,
scars you've caused that resemble loss.
'Di ka nga tuta,
you fucking puta.
Brainwashing minds
for your very own kind.
but too bad filipinos have the attention span of a fucking duck.
We react and complain about the stories we see on our screens,
but convincing people to care takes more than a plea.
Fucking crazy how filipinos forget easily,
but when it comes to papaya soap they grab and flee.
Screw you Marcos,
scars you've caused that resemble loss.
'Di ka nga tuta,
you fucking puta.
Brainwashing minds
for your very own kind.
Screw you Marcos Apologists,
no lesbian can lend you a mere fist.
I may not have been there,
alive and unaware.
But is understanding human dignity
tantamount to ragged pity?
no lesbian can lend you a mere fist.
I may not have been there,
alive and unaware.
But is understanding human dignity
tantamount to ragged pity?
Long live our goddamn motherland,
a home wherein we all stand.
Screw you if you refuse to open your eyes,
I hope you don't bloat on your digested lies.
You fill your stomach with the artificial,
yet you find it so hard to accept the superficial.
a home wherein we all stand.
Screw you if you refuse to open your eyes,
I hope you don't bloat on your digested lies.
You fill your stomach with the artificial,
yet you find it so hard to accept the superficial.
Go fuck yourself Marcos,
you're not my boss.
Thanks for the infrastructures,
but screw you for treating us like caged animals.
Thanks for the infrastructures,
but screw you for treating us like caged animals.
7:02 AM
To the people who were abused,
To the people who were killed,
To those parents who lost their sons and daughters,
Here I speak for each one of you.
Apo is the reason why they felt that pain
in those pitch-dark days.
Pitch-dark days that awfully brings them nightmares.
Every minute of their life,
They will always remember what happened back then in 1972
Also known as Martial Law
They will never forget that year,
Or what we call the pitch-dark days of their life.
Even if they try to forget,
They will never able to do so.
It’s now part of their life.
No one can ever change that anymore.
I just want to say in our generation today
We should never forget what happened in our history
The kind of pain and sufferings
That has brought us by the Martial Law.
8:35 PM
There are two places in a paradise
One sunny, one rainy
A war, a festival
Happiness, sadness
It's so ironic
The sunny place
was full of
blinded people
While the ones
who is in the dark
has eyes wide open
The sunny people
are very optimistic
They saw the good
in the paradise
The rainy people
are pessimists
They saw all the flaws
Then there was a storm
a very peaceful storm
Again, ironic
A storm that has no casualties
The sunny and rainy
people unite
But they are still divided
by their beliefs
As time goes by,
they are still haunted
by the past
People talked
People argued
A slight rain
made them remember
Horrors, tragedies
and structures
Sad to say
they are still
sunny people
rainy people
And even worst
there is another storm
It might be greater
harsher and chaotic
Does history repeats itself?
OH, GOD YES!
