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MULA SA PATNUGOT

Matatawag bang pakikipaglaban ang isang bagay kung wala ka namang sapat na ipinaglalaban? Sa panahong tila lahat ay nag aasam ng kasikatan, nag aasam na makatuntong sa rurok ng kanilang mga layunin at nag aasam ng atensiyon, animo’y nakakalimutan muna nating mag isip. Pawang isang sasakyang walang kabig, walang preno at biglang humaharurot, nagmamadaling makausad kaya’t nakababangga ng kung sino sa paglagapak. Nasa isang malaking entablado tayo ng buhay kung saan ang bawat tao ay may kanya kanyang papel na ginagampanan. Minsa’y nagiging bida tayo sa ilang eksena at minsan nama’y nagiging kontrabida sa bawat isa. Ang mundong ating ginagalawan ay puno ng pait, salimuot, saya, pagkakaba, takot, pagkabigo at higit sa lahat ay pagkatuto. Kanya kanya tayo sa paggawa ng paraan kung paano natin kakalabanin ang bawat hamon ng buhay. Hindi tayo basta nagpapaapi sa pagkalugmok. Agad tayong bumabangon at handa muling lumaban – iyan ang pinaka mahalagang sandata sa pakikipaglaban na ating ginagawa. Hamunin man tayo ng kung anumang unos ay lagi pa ring sisibol ang ngiti sa ating mukhang nabahiran na ng luha. Matatapos ang araw na mayroon na naman tayong natutunan ngunit hindi mauubos ang pahina ng Dibuho sa edisyong ito na magtampok ng mga kwentong nakikipagtunggali sa iba’t ibang paraan.

Marneth Oñate Punong Patnugot


Walang buhay na perpekto. Iilan sa ati’y naranasan nang madapa sa putikan, mahulog nang walang sumasalo, mawalan ng minamahal, ngumiti sa kabila ng sakit o lumuha nang hindi sinasadya. Ngunit sa kabila ng mga natamong sugat at galos ay patuloy pa rin tayong bumabangon, hinaharap ang buhay na may baong aral – aral na laging nagpapaalala sa atin na sa kabila ng ating kahinaan ay nagawa nating lumaban sa pagsubok ng buhay at magwagi. Hindi man tayo kasinglakas ni Superman, kasingganda ni Wonderwoman o kasingtalino ni Iron Man atlis naging hero pa rin tayo ng ating sariling pelikula. Nasa sa inyong mga kamay mumunting bukleta na naglalaman ng samu’t saring kwentong sumasalamin sa pang araw-araw na buhay. Marahil ay hango sa tunay na buhay, karanasan o kathang isip ngunit iisang aral ang nais ihatid: “Ako man ay mahina. Talunan. Pero hindi ito nangangahulugang talo pa rin ako sa susunod na 100 laban.” Taas noo at taos puso naming inihahandog sa inyo ang Ang Koleksyon ng Samu’t saring kwento ng Pakikipaglaban. Hindi man perpekto nawa’y mapabaunan sana namin kayo ng mumunting inspirasyon na magsisilbi ninyong sandata sa mga susunod pang laban. Para sa inyo ito, mahal naming mambabasa.

Renzo Bautista

Patnugot sa Lathalain


“Para sa lahat ng natuto sa nakaraan, nabubuhay sa kasalukuyan at lalaban para sa kinabukasan�

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TABLE OF CONTENTS Perfect Stranger

Ubos

Deluded

Bounded

Who Am I?

Ginintuang Oras

Turning Point

Balik Tanaw

Depresyon

Beautiful Existence

Ang Mahimlay Para sa

Rurok Ng Tagumpay

Bayan

Pen and Paper

Imperfectly Perfect

Sun

Lilisaning Alaala

Moon

What does love mean?

Universe

Tawag ng tanghalan

Eclipse

Battle with an immortal

Layuan Mo Kami, Kahirapan

Guhit ng Palad

For my friend whose name

In the midst of hail

Polar Bear

Kapirasong Papel

May Oras Pa

The Dreams that fly away

Shenanigans

To: You

Sayang walang katumbas

Magkabilang mundo

Ngiting nakakahawa

Tadyanah

Tubig

Delta

Maling Akala

The Run

Nakawtingin

Ngiti

Hahaha

Hai Na Ku Compilation

Lakbayin

Ako'y binago niya

Tang Pomelo

Being Loved

01/15/14

Journey to the Stars

A letter for tekna


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Perfect Stranger |Stranger

Looking her in this sunny day, Sitting there listening to music she loves to play, While holding her phone taking selfie everyway’ Adding story to the trend Called my day, Cause when everytime I opened my messenger. I always saw her picture uploaded yesterday. For her smile capture me breathless in her way. Here I am looking for chance to say hi to her. H.I - two letters one word hard to say, To the woman I just saw yesterday. Cause we are perfect stranger on everyday’ We don’t have talk each time we cross our way. Hello is a word I always swallow Each time I heard or see you in sorrow. If others’ courage could be borrowed, I do all the way even if I look Morrow.

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To wipe all of your tears To put back the smile that reach your ears To fill all the space and hole that he pierce. To save from the sorrow that you don’t deserve to feel But I know this is impossible. In this world that full of trouble Because we are perfect stranger That we don’t talk even single letter. Cause in this dusty room we don’t even talk, Treated in Each other like wind Passing by Each other in a blink Perfect stranger in this noisy surrounding Kwento ng

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Deluded |RAAB Your bright light had caused me immense blight-the blight that invoked my sundry scars, scars that have resemblance to stars-those zenith stars; glaring at tenebrous night. The moonlight was mirroring as gleam in your piercing eyes-piercing eyes that has affection; reaching my innermost secrets, dancing with my inner demons. You took me in a cloistered place for desolation, yet it was paradise, we’re never forlorn-with your lovely sublime gaze, I’m at home We’re so deluge with happiness There’s no room for distress Only that you left me in that tranquil place-without even single word.

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Who Am I? |PT43 “Who am I” “Who are ye?” Standing in front of a mirror I saw one person split into two “Hi” One is smiling Smile so bright “How are you?” One is frowning I screamed As the mirror shatters into pieces I saw blood dripping from my fist I look back again

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Theyre lookin’ at me I asked “Who are you!?” No answer. Instead they mimicked me and said “Who are you?” I smiled And for the first time I realized We all look the same... Differently thesame. Now I ask myself “who am I?”

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Turning Point |PT43 Light shines upon me I am safe Mighty hands on guard I am saved Vulnerable, fragile and weak But too great He’s all I seek A hungry predator Waiting to take a bite Wherever I go he’s onsight Tempted so many times To take the road That doesnt rhyme Into the lyrics that’s so divine Ended into an opening Two choices it may seem Take a climb and steal everything Destroy oneself to end the beginning Or Follow the lead Straight and neat Leaving those hungries With nothing to eat Again The light beamed ‘Twas so bright Just like in the beginning Now I’m perfectly ‘Alright’ The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018

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Depresyon |Yanark

Huminga nang malalim, mata’y ipikit Damhin mo ang simoy ng hangin mula sa langit Pag-asang ninanais iyo ring makakamit Magpatuloy ka lang sa laban at kumapit. Mga kaibigan mo’y lagi lamang sa iyong tabi Hinding hindi ka iiwanan ni kahit isang saglit. Sa iyong laban asahan mong ika’y may kakampi Huwag kang padadaig sa emosyon na mapang-api. Tibayan ang loob, tatagan mo ang iyong puso Hamon ng buhay ay sadyang mapanukso Kailangan mong manatiling buhay Para sa mga mahal mo sa buhay. Milyun-milyong rason ng kaligayahan Sa pamilya’t kaibigan mo lamang mararamdaman. Kaya patuloy kang lumaban, aking kaibigan. Huwag na huwag kang mag-aalinlangan.

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Ang Mahimlay Para Sa Bayan |Ros

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alakas na pagsabog ang maririnig, kaliwa’t kanang putok ng baril sa buong paligid. Duguang mga katawa’y nakahandusay sa mala-impyernong lugar na syang binabalot ng usok, dugo at mga ari-ariang sinira ng labanan. Damdamin para sa baya’y nag-uumapaw. Kinuha ko ang aking baril at sa likod ng mga malalaking bato pumwesto. Ilang araw ng mala impyerno ang dinanas ko at ng iba kong kasamahan maging ng mga kababayan ko sa kamay ng mga gustong magmay-ari ng aming bayang pinaglalabanan. Sa ilalim ng telang lumot, nababalot ang katauhang simbolo ng aking lahi. Lahing akin ngayong pinaglalaban upang itaguyod ang aming karapatan. Punit-punit ang damit, wasak ang buong paligid. Sakit ay di alintana, buong katawa’y manhid na yata. Nasaksihan ko kung paanong ang mga kasamahan ko’y tinamaan ng umuulang mga bala mula sa kalaban habang unti-unting nag-aagaw buhay ng may ngiti sa kanilang mga labi. Mula sa pwesto’y tumayo bitbit ang baril na may nalalabi pang mga bala. At sa huling pagkakataon, marahas kong kinalabit ang gatilyo ng sandatang aking hawak kasabay ng aking pagbagsak. May ngiti at galak sa mukha ko’y nakakurba. Ilang putok pa ang aking nadinig, bahagya kong naramdaman ang pag-agos ng mainit na likido sa aking tagiliran. Ilang sandali pa’y nagbalik sa aking alaala ang paghihirap na aming dinanas nitong nagdaang mga araw. Naalala ko rin ang nakangiting mukha ng aking asawa’t mga anak na syang naghihintay sa aking pagbalik na ngayo’y unti-unti ng maglalaho dahil sa aking pagkawala. Unti-unti kong ipinikit ang aking mga mata. Labag man sa kalooban, alam kong ginagawa ko ito para sa bayan. Natupad ko ang tungkuling aking ipinangako. Mahihimlay akong may dangal at ipinaglalaban. Mahihimlay para sa bayan. “Paalam bayan, kayo’y malaya na”

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Imperfectly Perfect |Calculi

What if we can control our own time? Like jumping from past-future seems fine. Erasing our mistakes would just be easy Knowing our future, I think that’s happy. No bad past will haunt us anymore No fear from the decisions we make at all Neither get hurt nor cry Our fantasy - A perfect life Exciting as it seems Freely as we will But beyond it there is missing Yes, Our existence would be same as nothing What is success if there’s no failure? What is now if we already know the future? What is living if we can avoid death? What is loving without saying “shet”?

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Pain Failure And Death These what makes life bitter But also formed us to be better Tasting it will surely make us vomit But also let us long for sweet The chocolate of love The cake of success And the leche flan of living Oh! these make me craving God doesnt promise us a perfect life But I wanna make sure this is all gonna be worthwhile. I will never long for a life so perfect Cause this life is imperfectly perfect. Kwento ng

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Lilisaning Alaala |Ros

Buhok ma’y malagas, Unti-unting panghinaan ng lakas; Umaasa pa ring may lunas, Minimithing abutan pa ng araw bukas. Lamunin man nitong sakit, Mata’y pipigilang pumikit; Pagkat sa alaala’y laging nakaukit, Mga lumuluhang matang singkit. Ningas nitong kandila ma’y umikli, Pagmamahal sayo’y mananatili; Sa pagitan ng buhay na dapat isauli, Tanging ikaw ang pinipili. Bago mundo’y tuluyang lisanin, Masayang alaala kasama mo ang babaunin; Pagkat galak sa puso ang dulot sa akin, Nang makasama ka hanggang huli, buhay man ay bawiin. The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018

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What does love mean? |Exequinne

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rust me, I am not judging you.

I don’t know what your life story is, but one thing is for sure: you have loved. I mean, it’s really common for us teenagers around the world. It has become a social norm that people under sixteen have or are currently engaging in relationships. Teenagers all over the world have loved, and unfortunately gotten their hearts broken along the way. No, I am not against that. I mean, sure, go ahead and dive into what they were all calling “puppy love”. I can’t stop you, but I can at least give you a piece of advice, that is, if you choose to read this now. If you are a teenager puzzling over what you are feeling for your “friend” would possibly be love, I will ask you in turn: Do you know what the word LOVE is?

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More often than not, most people would say, “That’s easy. Love is a mutual feeling of care and concern.” But, deep inside, you are thinking: Chocolates, flowers, romantic dates, kissing, and other stuff like that. I’m telling you, love is deeper than that. Love is sacrifice. Love is getting hurt each time you try to feel happiness. Love is giving up your most wanted desires for your partner. Love is pain. Love is death. Love is your grave. Feel encouraged? I guess not. And if you are reading this up to here, do you understand what love is now? Are you willing to risk it? Was he or she worth it? Worth the pain? Worth the sacrifice? Worth the love? If you answered yes to all of these, I should say that Love is indeed blind. I’m not judging your decisions or your judgment. I don’t know who you are, or what school do you attend, or what grade are you in, but as long as you are a teenager, possibly between ages thirteen to Kwento ng

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21 nineteen, this letter for you. And if you are feeling strange things towards him or her, I’m telling you, it’s not love. Why? You probably have heard the popular thing psychologists were always saying: True love starts at twenty-one. And if you’re below that age, I can tell you, that is not love. Never. NOT EVEN CLOSE. Now you tell me, have I ever experienced it? My answer: No. I didn’t experience being in love with someone. And what position I have to be saying these stuff then? I learn from other’s experience, dear. I have seen countless teenagers like you, all highs choolers, thought they found their only one, and now they are regretting it. You should be thankful to be reading this. At least one dust in the whole universe cares about you. I don’t want you to get hurt even more. I don’t want you to be traumatized by love. And more over, I don’t want to see you get led down the path of misery just because of your choices. True, we all make mistakes. but in this matter? Don’t make that mistake anymore. I don’t care if you tell me that I am a fraud, an accomplice of your parents to tear you and your partner apart, but I will be saying what I came here to say. Don’t rush into love. I have no idea why teenagers are choosing love over their studies or their families, but one thing is for sure: they are searching for something that will fulfill their desires and this “fake” love just happens to fill it temporarily. I have no authority to your brain, but I am trying to give you an advice. Don’t force love into your system. Teenagers weren’t built for it. Now, what are you going to do? Wait. That’s another problem with the youth today. We want it now. We want it instantly. But, what good does “instant” bring you? Lies. Deception. Masks. That thing called love. I will tell you now: if you dive into love at such an early age, you will most likely find yourself The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018

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22 getting broken. Again and again, if you refused to put it into a stop. Love will come rushing to you if you are ready. And right now? You may deceive yourself into thinking that you can handle love, but on the world’s view, you can’t. You will never be, until you are old enough to tolerate pain. Now, let me tell you what love will be once you have waited enough. Love is sweet. Love is precious. Love is heaven brought to earth. Love is your sanctuary. Love is all things good, if only you have waited. All things have laws of their own. And for love? You have to wait. You have to prepare. You have to feel with your heart. You have to. You just have to. Are you there yet? Are you ready? And before you commit yourself to it, ask yourself. Do you know what love means?

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Tawag ng Tanghalan |Catherwren

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pat na tao na lang at pagkakataon ko na, isip niya. Pasensyoso siyang naghihintay sa pilang kinabibilangan ng limang lalaki. Siya ang nasa hulihan nito at umaasang uusad ang pila niya. Huminga siya ng malalim at kinalma ang sarili. Nanlalamig kaniyang mga kamay at mabilis ang pintig ng kaniyang puso. Ilang beses na niya itong nagawa ngunit kinakabahan pa rin ito. Itinuon na lamang niya ang mata sa stage. Kitang-kita niya ang isang lalaking nakaluhod at tumitingin sa mga hurado. Nagpapanggap itong umiiyak at may pahandusay pa sa sahig. Pwe, hindi naman magaling, panlalait niya sa lalaki. Napansin niya na ang lalaki palang iyon ay ang pangalawa sa pila niya kanina. Agad siyang lumingon sa unahan niya. Dalawa na lang pala at ako na, aniya sa sarili.

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Inayos niya ang kaniyang pantalon pati ang polong suot nito. Ngunit sa sandaling iyon naramdaman niyang tumaas ang kanyang balahibo. Ramdam niya ang malamig na hangin na dumaan sa kaniya. Isa. Bumagal ang oras habang hinihintay niya matapos ang lalaking nasa unahan niya. Mind over matter, kalma niya sa sarili. Ipinikit niya ang kaniyang mga mata at ilang segundo bago binuksan ito. Agad siyang pumasok sa kwartong nilabasan ng lalaking nasa harapan niya kanina. Ilang minuto ang nakalipas simula ng pumasok siya ay naramdaman niyang sumigaw ang sarili sa saya. “Success!� Guminhawa ang kaniyang pakiramdam matapos mailabas ang lahat ng kaniyang sama ng loob at matugon ang tawag sa kaniya ng kalikasan.


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Battle with an Immortal |Minci

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ne rainy night, I am peacefully watching a movie, then all of a sudden, I felt an unusual feeling. I picked up my phone and turned the flashlight on. And take a look at the whole room to find out. What I saw was a not tall, not handsome, but dark creature. He’s my enemy and his name is Antonio. It’s been days since the last time we fought, and not to brag but I usually win. So as usual, the battle began the time I threw my slippers to him. I was expecting victory after that but little did I know, Antonio was no ordinary creature, besides the fact that he was immortal (reminds me how his entire race survived while dinosaurs died during the Jurassic period) he can also be Peter Pan. He can freaking fly! So what happened? He flew over my head and my shoulders. Which turned me into a ninja and a runner in no time! And after that, the next thing I remember? I am lying on a white bed wearing a Johnny gown and taking medicines. I asked the doctor what happened, and told me that I slipped and hit my head so bad. Well, it would be a little good if I “sleep” rather than “slip”. So yeah, my parents came after, asking me what happened. And these are the only words I gave, “I lost a fight to a freaking immortal”.

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Guhit ng Palad |Ros Sa ilalim ng buwang nakasilip, Mata’y gustong umidlip; Nagkukumahog sa pagguhit, Lumilinya ng nakapikit. Sa gitna ng kadilima’y may liwanag, Itim na agos buhat sa sandata’y naglalayag. Leeg may nangangalay, Sa ipapasang ito, grado ko’y nakasalalay. Antok ay nilalabanan, Ilang timplahan ng kape ang labanan. Sa bawat guhit at pagtungo, Samu’t-saring lapis at pangkulay ang kasalo. Oras ay hinahabol, Dalian ang pagguhit ng di magahol. Sapagkat tiyaga at pagkamalikhain ang puhunan dito, Yan ang kapalit ng kinuhang kurso. Sa wakas, Tapos na. Akin na itong ipapasa, Makatutulog nang mahimbing, Magpapasalamat sa susunod na gising.

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In the Midst of Hail | Cade

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ohn Red was twenty-one years old that time. He was taking criminal law and just starting school. He came home from class one day when he found his mother at the bedside, unconscious. He called an ambulance and took her mother to the hospital. He waited outside the emergency room until a doctor came to him “Is she going to be all right?” The doctor paused for a moment and talk to him, “We had examined her. She has a heart problem. It’s a serious one.” “What does that mean?” John asked, hesitating. “I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. She’s too weak to have a transplant and heart surgery is too risky.” John felt his knees trembling, ”How—how long can she---?” “I’d say few days. Maybe a week. I’m sorry, lad.” John stood there, panicking. “Isn’t there anyone who can help her?” “The only one who may help her is Logan Harrison, but he’s a very busy---“ “Who is he?” “He’s a cardiologist. He pioneered heart surgery and a famous doctor, on top of that. But, I don’t think he has no chance on hearing ----“ John was gone. He called Dr. Harrison’s office from a nearby payphone in the hospital. “I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Harrison. It’s for my mother. She’s----“ “I’m sorry. We’re not accepting any new appointments. The first available time would be three months from now.” “She doesn’t have three months,” John demanded. “I’m sorry. We can refer you to---“

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John hung up the phone. The next day, John went to Dr. Harrison’s office. It was crowded. He walked up to the receptionist.” I’d like to make an appointment to see Dr. Harrison. My mother’s very ill and—“ She looked up at him and said, “You called yesterday, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “I told you then. We don’t have any appointments open.” “I’ll just wait.” John took a seat. One hour. Two hours. He watched the people in the waiting room being called until finally, he was the only one left. “There’s no point waiting here. Dr. Harrison went home already.” That evening, he went to intensive care unit to visit her mother. His eyes filled with tears as he stepped inside. His mother was attached to a respirator and her body looked whiter than the hospital sheets she’s laying on. John moved closer and said,” I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Mom.” Tears were running down his cheeks. “Just hang in there. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Will she be alive tomorrow? The following afternoon, John went to the garage in the basement of the building where Dr. Harrison works. He saw him parking car and walked up to him. “Dr. Harrison, my name is John Red. My mother’s dying. I want you to save her.” Dr. Harrison looked him with annoyance. “Make an appointment with my---“ “She’s going to die and I’m not going to let that happen!” John was yelling. There was a long silence. John stood there, his eyes were hoping. He heard him saying, “I won’t promise anything, but I’ll see her.” When the operation ended, John gratefully shook Dr. Harrison’s hand. He was the most selfless man John ever known. If I have a son, I would name it after him. John had not seen Dr. Harrison in years, but he kept his gratitude until now. He was shaking in his thoughts when her wife, Ria, called


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Kapirasong Papel |Minci

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ago tuluyang pumikit ang aking mga mata, magkahawak tayong dalawa. Sana man lamang nasilayan kitang nakangiti.

Pagkapanganak pa lang, tinadhana na ata tayong magkasama sa buong buhay natin. Yun nga lang, sa loob ng labing-isang taong magkasama tayo, ni hindi kita makausap ng harapan. Sabagay paano nga ba? E pareho tayong nakatalikod. Rachipagus daw yung tawag sa kondisyon nating dalawa. Conjoined twins na parehong nakatalikod. Dahil dito, hirap tayong makaupo ng maayos, makatulog ng maayos, maski makasakay sa mga rides sa amusement park. Pero kahit ganon, masaya ako ano man ang meron tayo ngayon. Isang gabi bago ang kaarawan natin, may hatid na balita sila mama at papa. Sabi nila, dadaan na tayo sa isang surgery at makakapamuhay na din tayo ng normal. Hindi ko alam kung maganda o masama itong balitang ito, paano kung hindi maging matagumpay yung operasyon? Paano kung isa sa atin ang mawala? Ramdam mo ang bigat na nararamdaman ko, at sabi mo sakin huwag akong matakot dahil sa laban nating ito kasama natin ang Panginoon.Kaya’t kinabukasan, naghanda na tayo para sa operasyon. Bago sinimulan, binigyan tayo nila mama ng kapirasong papel, sabi nya isulat daw natin ang hiling natin para sa kaarawan natin at bibilhin ito mamaya. Sinulat ko lang na gusto ko na magkaroon tayo ng tig-isang manika para makapaglaro na tayo pagkatapos. Pagkatapos, sinimulan na ang operasyon, bago tuluyang pumikit ang aking mga mata, magkahawak tayong dalawa. Sana man lamang nasilayan kitang nakangiti. Matapos ang anim na oras natapos na ang operasyon, pagmulat ng mga mata ko ramdam ko pa ang kirot ng mga sugat, pero hindi

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36 ko ininda sapagkat ang nais kong makita agad ay ikaw. Ngunit wala ka sa silid, ang sabi ng doktor, nasa ibang kwarto ka raw, pero wag daw akong mag-alala dahil nagpapahinga ka. Pero pilit kitang gustong makita, kaya nagpatulong ako kila mama puntahan ka kahit saglit. Kaya’t pagbukas pa lang ng pinto ng iyong silid, labis na tuwa ang naramdaman ko. Sa wakas, nakita na kita ng personal at harpan. At habang mahimbing kang natutulog sa kama, hawak ko ang kamay mo habang binabasa ang kapirasong papel na sinulatan mo. Nakalagay doon na ang hiling mo lang ay makita ako ng harapan at mahagkan, at kung hindi man maging matagumpay ang operasyon, hiniling mo nalang na ako ang buhayin ng mga doktor.At aking ipagpatuloy ang buhay ng may ngiti sa aking mga labi. Walang tigil noon ang pagpatak ng aking mga luha, hindi ko alam ang sasabihin o gagawin. Ang tanging hiling ko lamang ay gumising ka na mula sa iyong pagkakahimbing.Gaano man katagal, maghihintay ako. At hanggang ngayon, sa ating ikalabing-anim na kaarawan, yun at yun parin ang hihilingin ko.

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laire Handy had just turned eighteen and was living in Marvelle, where she was born. Clark Hurry was the most popular at their school back then. He was once a basketball varsity player, handsome, and amusing. A man of woman’s dream. When Clark started asking Claire out, she was determined not to fall for his oozing sex appeal who knows that might be a façade only. She was sure he was interested in her only for her looks, but as time went by, she changed her mind. She liked being with him, and he seemed to enjoy her company. When Clark had said to Claire, “Someone asked me if you’re my girlfriend. What shall I tell her?” Claire seemed to be shocked for a moment but later recovered. She smiled and said, “Tell her yes.” Atty. Handy was worried. He’s not fond of his daughter and Clark dating. “You’re seeing too much of that sport-freak.” He said pertaining to Claire’s boyfriend. “Father, he’s decent, and I love him.” “Love? You’re too young for that! Besides, he’s not good enough for you, Claire.” He had said that to every boy she had dated. Her father kept making unpleasant remarks about Clark Hurry, but the real problem occurred on the day of their graduation. Clark was taking Claire to an evening graduation party. When he came to pick her up, she was sobbing. “What’s the matter? What happened?” “My fa-father told me he’s taking me to Canada. He said I will continue my studies abroad.” Clark looked at her, stunned. “He’s doing this because of me, right?” Kwento ng

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39 Claire nodded, miserable. “When will you leave?” “Tomorrow.” “NO! For God’s sake, don’t let him do this to me—to us. Listen to me. I want to spend my life with you. My auntie offered me a really good job in Axe City with his advertising company. We’ll run away. Meet me tomorrow morning at the bus station. There’s a bus leaving for Axe City at six a.m. Will you come with me?” She looked at him for a long time and said softly, “Yes, I’ll come with you.” Claire was up at the rest of the night thinking about her future with Clark and how wonderful it will be. At 4:30 a.m, she picked up her suitcase and moved silently out of the house. She took a ride to the bus station. When she reached the station, Clark had not arrived. Their bus will be due for an hour. She sat on a bench eagerly waiting. She thought about her father awakening and finding her gone. He would be furious when he finds out. But I can’t let him control my life. One day, he’ll forgive me and Clark. He’ll see how good Clark is. Five fifteen…. Five-thirty… five-fifty… There was still no sign of Clark. Claire was beginning to panic. What could have happened? She decided to call him but he’s not answering. Five-fifty five….He will come. I believe in him. She heard the bus horning, ready for their departure. She looked at her watch again. Fivefifty nine. A few minutes later, Claire stood there watching the bus pull out of the station, taking all her dreams with it. She waited for half an hour and tried to call Clark again. When there was still no answer, she slowly headed home, miserable and in vain. At evening, Claire and her father were on a plane to Canada……. ~The End~

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To: You |Palindrome Please, Come quickly and save me, For I am drowning in this fake sea, Deep with its peril, Fighting to meet thee. So please, Put a smile on my face, And don’t leave without any trace, For you’re still a stranger, Also, waiting for an embrace. Please, Be a man whom I’ve waited for years, A miracle who will not bring tears, For I have suffered enough waiting, Living in a life full of fears. Promise, I won’t look at your past, Just you and I and we will last, I won’t be perfect and so are you, Imperfect together but we are true. So please, Come and destroy the barricade, Ignore the show where we are played, Separated it may seem, Our journey for fate is laid Imperfect together but we are true. So please, Come and destroy the barricade, Ignore the show where we are played, Separated it may seem, Our journey for fate is laid

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The Variation of Time |Exequinne The clock is ticking at exactly midnight Hours had gone by within line’s sight Minutes passed, mindlessly moving still Seconds ran, against the absolute chill Straight back home, I ran back then Trying to erase those memories not easily forgotten Wiping back tears that comes again and again Hoping every time I wouldn’t be so mistaken I tried, I swear I really did But I feel as though I couldn’t succeed I failed to hide what I feel And I admit that I especially lacked that skill The clock is ticking slowly, dim and bright Hours had gone by without the slightest respite Minutes passed, mindlessly taking pace Seconds ran, as if trying a race Straight back home, I fell back then Hoping to wipe these memories that left me broken We could have happened if you hadn’t lied So now I’m stuck here, waiting for death to reside This world is in deep pain Sins are nothing but an annoying stain But we still should have been If only we weren’t so keen The clock is ticking to admit you’re right Hours had gone by, but no one looks blithe Minutes passed, mindlessly walking ahead Seconds ran, forgetting that I said instead Straight back home, came despair The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018

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44 Making sweet peace pass and bitterness stare Time and time, again and again It’s as if it’s all going back to that garden Where I stood, my face pale and ashen Where I last saw you, I prayed I was mistaken I dared to stay close, to hold you more But you couldn’t bear it, so you closed your door Where was Time whom I so much needed? Help me turn back the tide, pain can be averted I call upon the impossible where dark nights rise I thought I could do anything but you proved otherwise I can’t do anything to do it over Still I pushed forward, to do anything in my power But Time had other plans, other than one He did not let me be explicitly done The clock is ticking at exactly midnight Hours had gone by, but there’s still no light Minutes passed, mindlessly hoping you’d turn around Seconds ran, until I die, waiting to be found

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TAD YAN NHA Tadyanha |Cardong Putik

Magsisimula ako sa pagbilang ng isa,dalawa,tatlo, Magtago na tayo sa mundo na ang laman at ikaw lamang at ako. Isa,dalawa,tatlo, Maglalaro tayo, Tumakbo ka at hahabulin kita Kahit saan ka man magpunta. Isa..dalawa..tatlo.., ‘Wag kang matakot masugatan, ‘Di ko hahayaang ika’y masaktan. Isa...dalawa...tatlo..., Lumisan man ang araw at magdilim, Ligtas ka sa aking lilim. Isa....dalawa....tatlo...., Ika’y pumikit kahit na saglit At yayakapin kita ng kay higpit. Isa.....dalawa.....tatlo....., ‘Wag ka sanang mainip, Ang hangin ay muli pang iihip. Isa......dalawa......tatlo......, ‘Wag kang malumbay, Hahawakan ko ang iyong kamay at sabay..,sabay nating bibilangin ang mga bituin sa kalangitang walang hanggan.., walang hanggan kitang aalagaan kahit na umabot pang wala ka nang matandaan.., tandaan mo,na babalik tayo sa daan.., daan patungo sa wakas ,gitna ,at at pabalik sa simula. Isa.......dalawa.......tatlo......., Hindi ako mapapagod bumilang ng, Isa..dalawa...tatlo.... .hanggan sa huling numero na alam ko,tandaan mo!., na sa pagbigkas sa bawat isa ay, ikaw!,ikaw ang nasa isipan ko,pakinggan mo!.,ang lahat ng sasabihin ko sa’yo ay pawang totoo...,maniwala ka!.,maniwala ka kahit ‘di mo nakikita, darating din ang pagkakataon na ang “Ikaw at Ako” ay magkakasama at magiging “Tayo”...., tayo, parin.... Isa.. Dalawa.. Tatapusin ko ito sa bilang ng tatlo, Sana ay mabasa mo hanggang sa dulo........

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m I the opposite of Life? No. Am I just the absence of Life? No. I am more than that. I am the witness of this cruel yet interesting world. From the beginning up until now, the cycle of murders, revenge, diseases, and wickedness with which the inventors are humans itself and not me, I witnessed it all. It may be a strange thing to say that I love myself, but I do. My own essence in this world gives me happiness, yet most of the living species despise me. Just imagine a world where no one dies, I bet you’re going to miss me. You need me. The world needs me even if everyone hates me, somehow I am essential.

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Even though, sometimes I do blame myself for being happy in the sufferings of others. It’s true, when there’s a soul whose about to pass away, I will be the happiest entity in the world. I laughed when people get their biggest revenge, I smiled for heroes dying for their country and I rejoice every time a good person’s heartbeat stops. So am I just plain evil? That’s for you to decide and judge, but for myself, I know who exactly I am. I am the transition everybody deserves yet everyone is afraid of. I am but a simple phase of existence and I am not the end. I am just the beginning. I am Death.

“For a star to be born there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.” – Zoe Skylar

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The Run |Chingching For those who want to enter, beware; This place is not found elsewhere; Mind is used, skill is learned; Attitude was the best thing you earned. One is number in a million luck, Two makes other students say, you rock!! Three is yet a number of gold; Most students were trying to hold. Giving your best shot, it counts; Doing nothing is painful but snout; Learning with all your mind and heart; Makes us strong as the years slowly passed. Running at the last lap, so tired; By tears and blood, I’m getting blind; Finish line is near and still can’t see, I hold the tag, and shout “ At last, I am a graduate of TUP-C (Tanging Unibersidad na may Prinsipyo, Chos)

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Ngiti |Palindrome Ngiti ‘yan ang gustong gusto, makita lalo na sa’yo Sana lang ay malaman mo, ang hangarin ko’y totoo Pagpapatawa sa tao, marahil ay naging bisyo Ngunit sana’y tandaan ko, trabahong ‘to walang sweldo Walang sinumang lumapit, di naman ikagagalit Ngunit kapag nasa pait, saki’y walang umaawit Natagpuan si mabait, handog ay tunay na dalit Kaibigan na makulit, halagang walang kapalit Ngiti ko ngayo’y matatag, tila’y masiyahing dilag Na tuwing gising magdamag, sa katotohana’y bulag Ngayo’y kasamang paglatag, ng isang planong may patag Nagtatanggal ng bagabag, sa taong dati’y nanlaglag Sadyang di pa maiwasan, sana ay pagpasensyahan Ngunit sadyang kahit saan, alay ay kaligayahan Ngayon nama’y may katuwang, sa unos sa kasiyahan Totoo na kaibigan, at kami’y walang hangganan

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Hai Na Ku Compilation |Palindrome

Isobar

Liberty

Camera

Calculus

Geometry

Statistics

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Game

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Our beginning Assures our own ending Live life in- between Capturing moments Scenes that can be forgotten Developing hearts Limits of segments Bound the very shape of you But you’re natural It separates us It may just be a number It’s actually word Let’s play a good game Hate me and I’ll hate you too Love me, I love you

Knock knock to your wall Let me in and I’ll break you Then live free with me Leibniz and Newton Forever does not exist Finite infinite Trying to predict Probability of us Insignificant Falling from heaven Cleansing all of Mother Earth Except Sahara This is what I want Yet this is what I don’t have Give me tattooed love

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Ako'y Binago Niya |Juana Sandugo

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nom dito, inom doon. Marijuana dito, marijuana doon. Nakaw dito, nakaw doon. Ito ang mga bagay na aking nakaugalian. Maituturing ng patapon ang aking buhay. Ni ang aking mga magulang ay tinakwil na ako dahil sa landas na aking tinatahak. Walang may gustong umaruga sa isang walang kwentang katulad ko. Tila ba’y tinalikuran na ako ng mundo, pilit ako nitong itinatapon upang mawala na ang mga kalat dito sa daigdig. Lahat ng masasalimuot na bagay ay akin ng naranasan, kaya’t ako ay sumuko. Ako ay nalulong sa ganitong gawain.

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Isang araw ng ako sana’y magnanakaw ng pagkain sa isang maliit na tindahan ay nahuli ako ng may-ari nito. Halo-halong kaba ang aking nararamdaman dahil natatakot akong mapunta sa bilangguan. Ngunit ang labis kong ipinagtaka ay ang pagngiti nito sakin at lumapit pa ito upang iabot sana ang nanakawin kong pagkain. Mababakas ang pagtataka sa aking mukha sa kanyang ikinikilos ngunit nawala ito ng kanyang sabihin na, “Eto ang pagkain, tiyak kong nagugutom ka na. Sige at kainin mo na iyan, ibibigay ko sayo yan ng walang bayad.” Ang tangi ko nalang nasabi ay “bakit?” Balik naman nya’y, “Hindi ko ipagkakait ang mga bagay na ibinigay sa akin ng Diyos. Utos nya ring tumulong sa mga nangangailangan. At sa nakikita ko’y kailangan mo yan, kaya sige na at kunin mo na ito.” At iyon nga ang aking ginawa, umuwi ako sa aking tahanan ng lutang ang isipan. Napaisip ako ng malalim sa sinabi ng tindera. Lumipas pa ang mga araw ng hindi ko namamalayang paulit-ulit akong pumupunta sa tindahang iyon upang makinig ng kanyang turo tungkol kay Kristo. Di rin nama’y nagtagal at ako’y nagsisi sa aking mga kasalanan at tinanggap ang Diyos bilang aking tagapagligtas. Unti-unti nitong nabago ang aking buhay, dito ko naramdaman ang tunay na kasiyahan. Kasiyahang di mapapantayan ng kahit na anung bagay dito sa mundo. Ang maramdaman ang kanyang presensya ay labis ko ng ikinatutuwa. Walang kapantay ang aking saya dahil may pananampalataya at nakilala ko na ang Panginoon nating lahat. Kwento ng

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Being Loved |Ana Time: 11:05 pm Dear journal, I feel empty. I feel nothing like a vessel that contains nothing just air, so sad because its purpose was not fulfilled. I wanted to cry but the tears won’t fall. I am dying inside for a reason that I don’t know. I’m dealing with things the same, like walking without caring if I will die, like talking not thinking if its wrong or eating food without appreciating its taste, even the feeling of being full. How pathetic I am. Diary, I needed help. I know this is not normal, but I don’t know what is this, unaddressed feeling is it. I won’t bother, I just need to feel the warm, calmness and peace with excitement and happiness or even a little emotion as soon as possible.

‘Wake up honey’- mom (with smile) ‘Honey!, here’s your breakfast! ‘- mom

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‘Move a little fast, my princess, and here’s your allowance.’ - dad ‘And your lunch. Your things complete? Recheck if you miss something’ - mom ‘Don’t go home so late, okay? Eat.’ - mom ‘Come, I’ll company you to your off station’, says dad. ‘Take care!’ - mom

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‘Take care princess’ - dad It is as if time flashed but at the same time so slow. As I approach the bus I scream loud on my mind. ‘Fudge!’’Gosh!’’Oh, my!’’Halleluha!’ “What am I thinking last night.’ Kwento ng

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59 ‘I am loved”, I smile broadly. ‘I am lucky’ ‘I am loveddddddddddddddddddddd’, I want to shout. Feeling empty was a was nonsense for I am loved. How dare me. I smile genuinely and all the negative was deleted instantly. ‘Thank you ma, thank you pa, love you !’ - me

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ade is an unfortunate man. Despite his name, he is very manly in every way you can imagine. Elizabeth is a dreamer. Despite her failures, she is very positive about things. Their worlds collided when they were but mere children. They played through the day, exchanged names and did phony pinkie promises. Growing up together, the children believed they are meant to be with each other, but they soon found themselves apart. Many years later, Jade is a detective and Elizabeth is an artist. And that’s when the story of love begins. It was late twelve o’clock when Elizabeth’s bell rang. She looked up from her project, a painting of horses, and sighed. Standing up, she thought about who could be ringing her door at this hour. Not Auntie Milly, who only talks to her because of the milk cartons. Definitely not Arty since he was off to work. Thinking of Arty reminded her that their wedding is just a few weeks away. Smiling, she reached for the knob and opened the door. What greeted her, somehow, is a young man dressed in a black suit, complete with a tie, standing on her doorway. It was a peculiar endeavor, somehow this man needed something from her. She didn’t know him, but he appears as if he did. He smiled. “Elizabeth?” he asked. She barely had time to acknowledge that he said something to her since she was busy running scans about who this guy might be. The man cleared his throat and she flinched. She held out her hand. “I am Elizabeth, yes.” she said as the man shook her hand. “You are?” she prompted. The man gaped at her. “Why, I am Jade.” he smiled and Elizabeth almost slapped him. Why, oh why of all times must he show up, why only now? Elizabeth’s heart started to flutter against her will. Yes, she Kwento ng

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Ubos |RAAB

Ang isipan ay naubusan na ng salita-mga tula sa dila ay tuluyang nawala. Naparam na nang tuluyan sa tagtuyot, ang mga karunungang bunga ay tuluyang nabulok. Nang dahil doo’y tumigil sa paglago-ang buto ng kaalaman, tuluyang nabaon. Wala nang ibang masabi kun’di wala nang maglaon-mga salitang paulit-ulit--mga nalagas na dahon.

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Nakikiusap ang abang alipin sa’yo papel na dinalisay--ikaloob mo sana rito ang iyong buhay, hayaang ika’y madungisan, pumagaspas; makipagtagisan sa mga ulap at kidlat-baka sakaling umabot sa mga bituing maningning. Tawirin-tumawid sa mga anyong tubig, baka sakaling marurok ang lalim ng kahulugan ng hinihinagap, baka sakali.

Dahil dito ay nagbabata--nasaid na mga puno, ipinagluluksa. Kailan kaya masisilayan ang mga dahon na makulay? (nagsasawa na ang mata sa mga lantay!) Mauulinigan pa kaya ang musika ng buhay, lagaslas na may kakaibang latay?

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What will happen if the moon soon to perish? And the sun does not give its light? And the plants do not give its oxgen? And the world stop spinning? And time we know does not seem existing? Then, the universe will be with you. Hugging you to eternity. Your tears will be its stars, and your smile will be its sun. Your breath will be its oxygen, moon are your hands and your existence will be its time. Your pearly eyes will watch over them to make sure the world spinning. You will be the heart of the universe, bounded by love.

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Dekada, taon, buwan, linggo, araw, oras, minuto, segundo. Hinga... May hinahanap ako, isang mailap at mahirap habulin Ilang beses ko mang subukang hanapin, tila ba nakikipag laro ako sa hangin Siguro nga isa akong hangal sa paghahangad na ito’y makita sa pagitan nitong mga linya Ngunit masisisi mo ba ako? Sabagay ako itong nag bulag-bulagan sa umpisa Eto nakikita mo ba? Etong mapa sa aking kamay Daan nito’y sa kayamanan na nung una ay hinayaan kong matangay Nang minsang ako’y pumikit at hindi humawak nang mahigpit At noong ako’y mapatulala sa isang blankong karatula

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Ngunit bago pa man ako nag umpisa Bago ko pa man kinailangan nitong mapa At magising sa katotohanan Na ang kayamanang iyon pala ay nasa akin na pala nitong umpisa Hinayaan ko itong lumipas Na para bang hangin na pumapagaspas At nagmistulang naglaho at nilipad ng isang hanging malakas Ang kayamanang nasa akin na pala ngunit hinayaan kong makatakas


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Balik Tanaw |Reverie Tulad ng isang binhi, itinanim at iningatan Diniligan ng panahon at ang araw ika’y sinikatan Kasama ng mundo, hangin tila’y kasundo Di agad matitibag, ugat at nakaangkla sa lupa Minsan lang masilayan ang totoong ikaw Ordinaryo sa panigin ngunit ang himpapawid ay saklaw Kuminang ng isang araw, kinabukasan sa lupa ang dahon ay nakalitaw Nag iwan ng alaalang miski ang oras ay di manakaw


Beautiful Existence

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I watch the storm carry all the things I own.

“The storm is over.” I gasped. “But I got nothing, I am nothing, for I lost it all.” “You got me.” He whispers at me I look up to heavens and see the clouds dispersed from the endless sky.

“I got you.” The beam of the sun touches my cheeks. “I got you like I always do. I set the rainbow over you, a reminder of things that are wonderful planned ahead of you. The things that you lost in the storm is worth nothing than the beauty I see in you. Nothing compares to the vibrance of your soul. For you are my treasure that I call my own. Beautiful existence I adore.”


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Lahat ng kanyang ginagawa inyong tinutulan Maging ang kanyang paniniwala inyong pinakialaman. Mga desisyon niya hindi niyo man lang pinakinggan Rason niyo’y hindi niya maabot ang inyong katalinuhan. Bawat galaw niya inyong binabantayan Ng sa ganun, bawat mali niya inyong pagtatawanan. Iniisip ninyo, sa mundo hindi siya nababagay Dahil ang naabot na kaalaman hindi niya mapapantayan Ngunit ang mundo’y tila sa inyo’y kusang bumaligtad Ang dating kinukutya niyo, ngayon ay siya nang tinutularan. Kailanman di basehan ang talino sa pakikipagsapalaran Tanging tibay at pananalig sa Diyos ang kanyang sandigan.

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Ngayo’y siya na ang inyong tinitingala Kasabay ng mga taong sa kanya’y pumapalakpak Kayong mga nanlait sa kanya, ngayon ay nagpupugay Sa tayog ng lipad ng kanyang tagumpay.


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I remember that day When I found myself Holding pen and paper And the little lamp is flickering The words I didn’t have a courage to speak The voices and feelings I have concealed Are swifly taken away by the pen I tried to pause, but my hand insists I have built the thick wall Carried a heavy weight of burdens But the thin paper broke the wall Through its lightweight feather, set me free from my loads I couldn’t bear I let my little lamp to be run out of gas As I am waiting to the last breath of fire I saw the rhythm of the dancing ink My hand sway beneath the white paper stage I asked the pen if my hand can stop for awhile But the pen said “Keep on dancing.” I said to paper “ I need to refill the lamp to have light, so I can continue.” Then the ink tells me, “No need. You have the light; it is the passion that burns in your heart.”

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Sun |Reverie

I am the one awakening the sleeping night Unveils the darkness and bringing light I am the center on planets’ axes And the one who gives the skies a kiss The warmth of my whisper is faster than a sound It travels from billion distance from a far Trees grow higher and stretch their hands Animals dance on my gleaming light My heat sustains every form of life But why, why universe is so unfair? Even in my brightest shine I cannot meet the dear beloved of mine?

Moon |Reverie I am the one who brings dim light In a wink of an eye, I sparkle from above Bound in the little planet who has night Shared in darkness, blur in blue-ish sky

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The coldness of my voice comes from the warmest whisper Travels in the stillness, in the silence of air Water goes higher and splash its waves Some animals howl when then see me appear My light brings liveliness in a dull night But why, why the universe is so unfair? Even though I revolved around this little planet I cannot meet my beloved? ........................... Did the universe hear their cries? Did the universe hear them pleads? They can see each other from afar In an open blue curtain of my walls Kwento ng

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Universe |Reverie

I am the universe who holds different galaxies How, how someone can say that I am unfair? So you want to see your beloved? Very well, go, let the gravity made your way

Eclipse |Reverie What else can I say? The universe granted their request Slowly, they meet each other face to face With a little help of gravity to prepare their path It was day when the moon reached the sun My blue curtain turned into pitched black Whole planet slowly cloaked in darkness Cannot distinguish if is it daytime or nightfall Such a beauty this moment can be? For a while they leave the planet unlit To partake the light only for both them And let describe how nature strucked in awe Although both of them known this encounter wont last They still whisper and voice their hearts In millenium of endless time... And I , the sky, who leave astounded in this very moment Naming this memorable phenomenon as-

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Layuan Mo Kami, Kahirapan |Yanark Kahit anong hirap ang ating pinagdadaanan Kahirapa’y di dapat katatakutan. Kami ma’y naghihikahos at pilit na gumagapang Mga pangarap nami’y kailanman di mabubuwag. Ngayon kami ay mamumulubi at magiging kahabag-habag Darating din ang umaga kami’y titingala sa ulap. Sa aming mga puso’y taglay ang tibay na hindi matutupok Hindi hahayaang mga pangarap nami’y maging alikabok. Kasaganaha’y unti unting magiging abot tanaw namin Sa ilalim ng tirik na araw, ami’y aahon din. Pagdurusa at kahirapan ngayon ay nasa aming paligid Tagumpay at pag-asa amin namang batid. Ang pakikipaglaban sa kahirapa’y di namin susukuan Tiwala at tibay ng loob sa amin ngayon ay patnubay. Buhay man namin ay iyong kitilin Ang puso at diwa namin ay di mo kayang pasukuin.

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Polar Bear |Reverie

Polar bear, sometimes the coldness of arctic And its silent night seems longer than days of it had sunlights Glaciers may wonder far on the oceans And a strong wind may blow Maybe as you swim on the water Waves may breakloose Temperature may drop far below And storm may formed But polar bear please do take note... In the coldness of the arctic, you can be its warmth In its silence, you are its voice and source of sunlight When another glacier’s lost, you can be its navigator A strong wind may blow, but it won’t stop you for being the polar bear I knew As you swim on the water Those waves make you stronger Temperature may drop, but keep your dreams up high A storm may form but consider its rainbow as a hope of tomorrow And if you feel tired and need a rest, Look at the skies and take a deep breath Auroras are up above like a miracle in midst of darkness And you must believe that you too, is a miracle, a priceless gift of arctic

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May Oras Pa |Akosieagleman

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6:00 ng umaga Dumilat ang mga mata na puyat at maga pa, nabigla sa nakita. “Anak ng! Alas-sais na? Alas-siyete pasok ko ah!?” Nagmadali habang nalilito, “Male-late na naman ako nito!” Agad na nagbihis, paano yung ligo? “Wala namang aamoy sakin siguro.” Pagkatapos magbihis, paano yung kain? “May pandesal sa lamesa!” Yun nalang ang kunin. Tumingin sa relo, sinambit sa sarili, “Laban lang! May oras pa!” Nag-abang ng jeep pero di makapili, “Pambihira! Lahat ata puno na!” Pero sa wakas, nakasakay rin! “Okay lang kahit masikip!” Lagi naman ganito, kaya sanay din. Positibo dapat mag-isip! “Nako traffic na naman!” Sigaw ni manong na nagmamaneho. “Wala namang bago, laging ganyan!” Nakupo, kabahan na ‘ko panigurado! Pero hindi! “Kaya yan, may oras pa!” Pinakalma nalang ang sarili ko. Ilang minuto, biglang umandar na Nadinig nga yung panalangin ko! Malapit na sa traysikelan, teka bakit ganito? Yung jeep bigla na lamang huminto? Nasagot bigla ang aking tanong, Pambihira! Magpapa-gas pala si manong! Bumaba nalang ako kaysa maghintay, “Nako! Baka wala na ko dun makasabay!” Tumakbo ng mabilis, maabutan ko lang Kwento ng

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75 “Sasakay ako kahit baby seat na lang!” Pagkadating, bigla akong nadismaya, Wala akong kasabay! Hindi na to masaya! Bigla kong naalala, may pera pa pala ko “Kuya! Isang special! Pa-TUP lang po!” Bumiyahe ang traysikel, ako lang ang pasahero “May oras pa naman! Aabot pa ko siguro!” Ngunit ang totoo, meron nalang isang minuto Kinukumbinsi ang sarili, “Kaya parin to!” Kalaban ko ang oras, pero hindi ako susuko Maraming hadlang, pero ako ay natuto Kung di man makaabot, atleast sinubukan Hindi ko nalang uulitin at ako’y natauhan. Iniisip na ang bubungad pagpasok ng klase, Isang galit na prof at nakaabang na mga kaklase. Mamarkahan ang attendance ko panigurado, Imbis na malinis, may late pa na grado. Tumigil ang traysikel at bumaba na ako Lumakad papuntang gate, kabado pa ako. Malalaman ko na ang aking kapalaran, Sapat na ba talaga ang aking pakikipaglaban? Sa unti-unti kong paglapit, bigla akong nagtaka, Wala akong makitang guard, ni-isa sa kanila! Saka ko lang naunawaan, ngayon ko lang napagtanto, “Wala nga pala kaming pasok tuwing linggo.”

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Shenanigans |XV A never ending entity, a collection of downfall and progress. An ally and an enemy but interminently, a discord of our happiness. A perfectionist that shows glimpse of his masterpiece. Shading our face with amazement, establishing assurance and peace. Luring our hopes towards disappointment. Conceiled in haze of joy leave us a statement “Why am I toyed?”. A faceless banshee. Lingering and waiting to ruin a right moment. Through our deceptible eyes we can’t see. We’re aware of of its presence but we can’t anticipate its movement. It cast a silhoutte in a shape of you As part of its plan, it showed me a view.

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Releasing my heart constrained by fear of pain. Raising its morale to beat again. It lets me hear your voice, a melody that drowns all the noise. Yet I know, you’re part of the plan that will savagely taken from the plot. And then you said “Yet I know, you’re part of the plan that will savagely taken from the plot.” Shocked by the same precaution. We decided to plot our own escape. Overlayed in each others perception. We will surpass this treacherous landscape. Kwento ng

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Ngiting nakakahawa |Mochi Sa bawat ngiti, tawa, hagakhak at Kislap ng iyong mga mata Liwanag sa iyong mukha ang aking Nakikita. Galak sa bawat oras, minuto at Segundo na ikaĂ˝ kasama ay sadyang hindi maikakaila. Dahil sa sandaling lumukot man Ang iyong mukha Ay agad din namang magiging masigla. Sa grupo ng magkakaibigan Masasabi kong ikaw ang pasimuno Nang saya, Dahil, kahit sa mga sandaling

Hindi na nakakatawa Humahagalpak parin kami ng tawa. Kaya’t lubos ang aking Paghanga sa katangian mong puno ng sigla , Dahil hindi lang ikaw ang nagiging Masaya Pati narin kaming nakakakita.

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Sayang walang katumbas |Juana Sandugo

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a gitna ng tirik na araw ay di parin mapigilan ng mag-asawang magtatalon sa tuwa. Sa wakas ay nabiyayaan din sila ng anak. Sa loob ng sampung taon nilang pagsasama ay halos mawalan na sila ng pag-asang magkaanak pa ngunit dumating na nga ang araw na natupad ang kanilang hiling. Mababakas sa mukha ng mag-asawa ang saya kung kaya’t talaga namang nag-iingat silang dalawa upang hindi masayang ang pagkakataong iyon. Ingat na ingat si mister sa pag-aalaga sa kanyang misis. Lahat ng pagkain na pinaglilihian nito ay pilit nyang binibili. Lahat ng gawaing ay pinilit nya ring matutunan upang hindi mahirapn ang asawa. Lumipas pa ang siyam na buwan, dumating na ang araw na kanilang pinakahihintay. Pagod na pagod man ang ginang sa pagsilang sa kanyang mga anak ngunit sapat na ang mamasdan ang mga ito upang maibsan ang kanyang sakit na nararamdaman. Maging sila may di makapaniwala na biniyayaan sila ng dalawang anghel, isang babae at isang lalaki. Ang munting iyak ng mga sanggol ay tila naging musika na maganda sa pandinig. Hindi maipaliwanag ang kasiyahang kanilang nararamdaman nang makita ang kanilang dalawang anak.

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Maling Akala |Chimchim

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Sa dami ng taong aking nakakasalamuha, Iilan lang aking nakikilala Sa jeep man o sa kalaye maging school o pamilihan, Ibat-ibang mukha at pagkakakilanlan. Marami ang nagsasabi na ako daw ay isang isnabera dahil sa bawat taong mapapadaan ay akin lang nilalagpasan. Kaya’t sa pagdaan ng panahon natuto akong makiramdam, ngiti dito, ngiti doon tungo dito, tungo doon kung mapaglalaanan ng pagkakaktaon. Ngunit, dahil sa pakikisamang ito nagulantang ang aking kahihiyan. Dahil sa maling taong kinawayan Sa harap ng karamihan. Pangyayaring napuno ng hagikhikan mula sa mga taong itoý nasaksihan Pati narin sa aking mga kaibigan. Ang isang beses na kamalian ay nauwi sa malaking kahihiyan. Kaya’t sa pangalawang pagkakataon ako nanaman ay may natutunan, na huwag kawayan ang taong hindi kayang malapitan, dahil itoý pwedeng magdulot ng matinding kahihiyan.

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Tubig | Orion Simulan natin sa pagtingin sa ibang perspektibo, Pumikit at sa’yong pagdilat ay isa kang Hebreo, Ang pag-iimpok ng tubig ang trabaho sa ibayo, Buong pamilya’y aka’y ngunit hindi umaasenso May tanong sa iyong puso, bakit buhay ay ganito? Lubos na ang paghihirap, dusa ay tila seryoso Mga tao sa paligid, anupat sila’y nagbago Kalimutan na ang lahat, kala’y magiging perpekto Ikaw ay naging mahina, lantay na barko sa dagat Nauubos na ang lakas, parang walang nagiingat Gabi-gabi ang pagluha, kasadlakan ang nagbuhat Ano pa ba ang kasunod, araw nawa ay sumikat Sa lahat ng naranasan, isa lang ang kailangan Laging ika’y nasa isip, kahit Siya’y nakalimutan Siyang sayo’y umaakay, ikaw ay pinatnubayan Kahit iyong nilimot, di ka pinapabayaan Ikaw ma’y nagkakamali, hangad ay kapatawaran Kapag ikaw ay lumapit, hindi ka tatalikuran Buhay mo ay kanyang alam, ikaw pala’y kinalugdan Nais Niyang iyong malaman, ikaw ay may kabuluhan. The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018


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Hahaha |Ana

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ko yung tipo ng tao na hindi sineseryoso ang mga bagay bagay. Tawa lang kung baga. Magbibiro kung may pagkakataon pero may isa akong bagay na sineseryoso kaso ang paniwalaan daw ako’y isang himala, puro biro lang daw kasi ang aking ginagawa. “Oy ! hahah alam mo ba hahahahhhahaha kasi ganun tapos oh my gosh ! Hahaha!”- sya “Sige tama naintindihan ko grabe hahahaha. tawa ka muna sabay ako ah. Hahahaha”- ako At sa eksenang ito patuloy lang ang pagtawa nya. Samantalang ako nakatulala na sa ganda nya. Naiisip ko ang damdamin mayroon ako para sa kanya. Gusto kong sabihin pero hindi naman maamin. Kakayanin ko bang masaktan kung sakaling ang damdaming ito ay kanyang tanggihan. “Anong inisip mo? Ba’t parang seryoso? Iba yan ah” Pinipigilan nya ang pagtawa.

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“…Na ang ganda mo” Bulalas ko habang ang mukha’y seryoso. “Hahahahahaha, isa na naman sa mga biro mo! Nako! Nako!” “Biro lang hahahaha!” ani ko. Sa loob ko ako ay sisingsisi. Sana pala sineryoso ko na. Ngunit hahayaan ko nalang. Masakit pero ako ay masaya dahil ang taong kaisaisahan kong sineryoso ay masaya.

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Nakawtingin |Ros

Sa pagsikat ng araw, Maging sa paglubog nito; Ako’y nakatanaw, Naghihintay ng sulyap sayo. Ika’y aking sinisilip, Sa kalangita’y nakasulyap; Aking iniisip, Mga mata’y kumikislap. Kilos mo’y pinagmamasdan, Lakad mo’y tinitignan; Anong ‘yong tangan-tangan? Tila ika’y nahihirapan? Sa isang tabi’y umupo, Nagpahingang saglit; Mga mata, sa lugar ko’y patungo, Isang pangyayaring ayokong mawaglit. Sa aki’y ngumiti ka, Saya sa puso ang hatid; Sa pagsisimula ng panibagong kabanata, Ito’y isang ligayang walang patid.

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Tang Pomelo |Ros Sa unang beses na pagtatagpo, Sa unang beses na pagsilay sayo; Nakangiting mata’y kapansin-pansin, Na hanggang ngayo’y tandang-tanda pa rin. Mga ngiting o kay sarap pagmasdan, Sa araw-araw ay inaabangan; Ikaw ma’y di pa lubusang kilala, Subalit sayo’y humahanga na. Sayang lang at ika’y aalis na, Presensya mo’y di na makikita; Balang araw’y magkakasalubong, Sa landas na parehong sinuong. Kwento ng

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Lakbayin |Ana

Anong saya ang aking nararamdaman Sa ‘twing naihahakbang ang paa sa bahagdan, Ng hagdanan na sumusukat sa estadong aking kinalalagyan. Mula sa putik na kinabaonan Patungo sa sementadong tapakan. Biyayang aking maituturing, mga karanasan, Mga hirap na humuhubog sa aking katauhan Gaya ng mga putik at bato na nadaanan. Hindi lang minsanang nakatamo ng sugat mula sa pagkadapa Dahil sa mga putik sa daan, buhat ng ulan at baha. Gayundin ang maliliit at malalaking batong --Pumatid sa pagasang meron ako. Ngunit ang Panginoon at pamilya ang tagatulak at sandigan Upang matapos ang mahabang lakbayan. Ngayon na ako ay nandito sa posisyon na akin noon ay tinatanaw lang,

Isang pagdiriwang sa aking kaloob-looban. Motibasyon para sa pagsabak sa susunod pang laban. Napatunayan kasing may susunod pang digmaan, Digmaan sa loob ng panibagong lakbayan. The Philippine Artisan - Cavite Literary Folio 2017-2018

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ecember 15, 2014 -around 1pm in Manila, nung tayong nagkakilala at nagkita December 15, 2017 hindi ko akalain na eto na pala yung huling pagkakataon na makakasama kita. Ewan, bigla ka nalang nawala, ni hindi nag sabi at nagparamdam, paglipas ng ilang mga araw ay nabalitaan ko nalang na kayo na pala. Napakaraming “Bakit?” ang gumugulo sa aking isipan simula nung nawala ka at iniwan mo ako Bakit mo pinaramdam na ako’y espesyal kung ako ay iyong binalewala Bakit mo sinabing ako’y mahalaga kung hinayaan mo akong mawala Bakit mo sinasabi na mas masaya ka kapag ako’y iyong kasama kung sya naman pala yun pipiliin mo Bakit mo sinasabi na iiwan mo sya sa noon, kung ngayon ako’y iniwan mo. Bakit? , Bakit? Bakit? Bakit? Masakit man sabihin itong mga ‘to, pero… “Masaya ako para sayo” “Mas masaya ako pag sayo” Kahit na “Mas masaya ka sa kanya” Pero “Minahal kita” “Mahal kita” “Mahal pa rin kita” Napakaraming konklusyon ang tumaktakbo sa isipan ko simula nung nawala ka Pero isang katanungan lang ang makakasagot sa lahat ng yan “Ikaw ba, minahal mo rin ba ako?” ‘Till we meet again in a different body but in the same soul, kailangan na sigurong hindi makulong sa nakaraan upang ang sarili ko’y makalaya na sa sakit ng nakaraan Salamat at Paalam. Kwento ng

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To my dearest Tekna, How are you today? I hope you are doing fine. Well, if you ask me, I am doing great. I have met a couple of students whom I became friends with. One of my friends in school, is so sweet. Her name is S “ traw ”. I asked her why her name is like that. She told me that she got good grades because of being sweet with Ma’am or Sir. She stalk them, trying to befriend with them and give them gifts. Sadly, I can’t afford to give them gifts just like her. I am just poor. And look what grade I got. A grade for poor too. Oh, I have met another friend, too. I gave him a unique name and he’s happy with it. I called him, T“he Destroyer ”. If you are wondering why, that is because he lived his whole life in school, destroying other student’s credibility in front of a teacher. He always complain and told the teacher, even if we are all in the same course. Well, I think he’s doing great because the student that’s been complained was put in a hot seat lately. And the foolish teacher believed what “the Destroyer ” told him, without asking any explanation. The teacher’s name is B “ iased”. By the way, I have met my 3rd friend. I called her, “the wailing can ”. She was so noisy from 7am up to our way home. I think her mouth never closes. It’s 24 /7 open. I’m sorry, I made a mistake. She has her silent moment too. That is when she was asked with a question by the teacher in class during recitations. I think that’s the only time she shuts her mouth. My first impression of her was, she is intelligent. Because she thinks she knows all things. But like I said, she stopped being a know it all when asked by a teacher during class. So, that’s all the story I have. I hope that you have friends there, too. Mind you, I am looking forward to meet other “nice ” people here. Take care of yourself. Love Lots, Ching ching

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A Battle Against Time |Calculi

10 Seconds Deafening sounds coming from large machines.

“Clear” In a small room where people seem to be panicking.

“Clear” A sound of struggle coming from someone ...

“Clear” ...Asking for one last time.

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Here I am Lying On a bed between life and death. I feel so breathless. Countless of needles penetrated so deeply Tubes in all sizes seem to have liken my body. The scent of antiseptic fills the air I couldn’t scream. I feel intense pain but i couldn’t cry. I feel so numb. Where am I again? Yes, I remember. I’m in a place where people are tortured to death.

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9 seconds But how did I end up in this place again? It was no accident It was not crime It was not suicide I was just destined to be here Yes, I remember I’m suffering an illness with no cure. I stopped taking medication What for? I stopped eating I stopped believing My willingness to live just vanished. Like footprints in the sand No matter how long you walk for it, Waves just washed it away Never ever coming back again. So what Am I asking for more?

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All of a sudden A dazzling ball of light fills my vision Memories came crashing through me I feel like I am being bring back to time The time when I’m with mom. We were living a just and happy life Me and my mom She’s the best mom all I could ever ask for Caring, Loving and hardworking Washing others clothes in the morning and a Garbage collector at night But despite of that I was still really proud of her. She worked so hard. So hard that she barely eats. The money she just earned after a bundle of clothes She just lends it to her sister - To my aunt. I can’t understand. Even though she knew that my aunt will just misuse it my mom remains blind She will just work double hard instead To compensate for my aunt’s luxuries.

“She’s my only sister. I can’t afford to lose her. She’s my life. Like you to me, Marie.” I can’t understand “My daughter, remember in this world full of hate. It’s better for us to be maltreated than us doing so to others. If we are good, then we will be loved forever.” I hold on to her words. But just before I realized She was already gone. She died from overwork. Now I’m alone. So what Am I asking for more? Kwento ng

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7 seconds. “Clear” I hold on to my mom’s words. “...If you’re good. Then you will be loved forever” I longed for love. Met different sorts of people. I became good just what my mom said. Helping others For their own benefit Doing others errands Just to make them happy The art of not saying “No” is what I’m really good at. Yes, people loved me because of that. At the same time also despises me whenever I couldn’t give what they are favoring for.

“Hey. Is this really what you want?” A voice coming from an unknown boy. Glitters of light float around... So peaceful...

“Hmm. Yes” I smiled. The boy smiled back.

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92 Nobody can deny that she is perfect Everyone loves her That’s why I tried my best to be close to them Longing for a place to call home. Believing that people would love me also. I became their friend Doing their homeworks Carrying their things Make laugh at me Whatever they favored for I did. They say they’re lucky they have me as their friend But sometimes I wonder Why do I still feel alone? But still I hold on to my mom’s words... But just before I realized, Francesca confronted me, “Marie, you really are a good person. But with your looks... it just doesn’t suit us. You still have a long way to run before reaching us. Anyways, thanks for the good time. Goodbye Marie.”

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Now, I’m alone again. So what is it I’m asking for more?

6 seconds I’m lost Nowhere to call home But still I continue to walk on Like a stray cat Hoping for someone to accept me... To love me…

“You only have 3 months to live.”

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5 seconds “Clear” I think this is the end for me I have no place to return to anyway...

“Are you sure?” A boy said. Glitters of light started to fill the space as if they have life

“Yeah--” “So why is she crying?” My field of vision suddenly changed... I’m already seeing a room

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94 “Marie! Pleaase! You promise me to fight right? You promise me that after this you’ll talk to me all-day until our tonques stick out! You said it right? So Don’t leave me! You’re my only friend.. I promise I will not annoy you ever after you get up there! So please Marie! Don’t just leave....” The girl yelled... Memories... Memories take me back again in time... The time when I feel like the world has already forsaken me The time when I’m lost... When people just pass by No love … No home… Under a cherry tree...

4 Seconds “Hiiiiii! I’m Cherry! Can I sit beside you???”

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My grayscaled background started to color

“You’re already sitting. But still yes.” I plainly answered. “Aww! You’re so sweet hihi! Anyways, what’s your name?” She asked curiously... A girl with the same age as me A girl made of bundle of energy Its as if she never runs out of it Asking me my name

“I’m... Marie..” I answered.

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95 “Marie? Woow! Thats a very cute name! Can we be friends?” She chuckled. I look up in the sky The sunlight hits my face I feel warmth Lighting up my old cold world

“Of Course!” I smiled at her. Melodies started to play Morning Birds are singing filling up my silent world A very beautiful scene! At last a home!

3 Seconds “I can see you smiling..” I was back in the same scene where glittering lights covered the space...

“Yeah” I answered teary-eyed. “Hahaha! At last. I’m so glad you made it back.” The boy laughed putting up his hands at the back of his head That laugh The same posture His smile

“Mario...” “Yes?” He answered. “Why?” I asked holding up my tears from falling...

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96 “I hurriedly go back from my place when I heard that you are losing your way again. Hihihi. You’re still hard-headed Mimi!” He chuckled “Stop calling me that!” “But it’s cute”. He frowned. That face... That voice… Mario... The only guy I fell in love with...

2 Seconds “It’s been a while huh?” He said “Yeah...” “What’s with the drama? I thought I was already late. Sigh. You really are reckless! Hmmph. You better apologize.” “No...” ^__^

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“What?! Tsk.” (-_-||) I can’t help the fact that he’s cute whenever he gets annoyed. He still is Mario.

“Sorry...” I whispered out of the blue “What? I can’t hear you?” He sound as if he’s annoying me “Sorry. Okay? Happy?!” (-.-) “Hmmmm..” I don’t really like him thinking like that...

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97 “No. Unless you give me....” I really don’t get a goodvibes about this...

“...A kiss!” He smiled widely What the eff ?! I knew it! It seems that all the blood in my body went up my head..

“SERIOUSLY?! You pervert!! Go close and I will kill you! Grrrr.” I furiously said. “Just kidding okay? You’re still a badass woman” He laughed. “You’re still a chickenhead” I replied The soothing calmness of the place was filled with our laughter... It was a wonderful feeling... A feeling I would never wanted to end... He postured himself and seems like going...

“Are you leaving?” “Hmmm. Seems Yes.” He said. I am really doing my best not to let my tears from falling...

“You still have time. Go get yourself back. I just forced my way out here. I’m such a pain.” He sighed. He started walking away towards the bright light... I failed to hold my tears from falling. It drops endlessly...Together with my feeling of longingness...

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98 “...I’m sorry... I made you worry again. I’m sorry I gave up. I’m sorry I lose hope. I’m sorry for being weak. I’m sorry for being dramatic. I’m sorry for being such a crying baby. And I’m sorry... for not telling you---” I was stopped halfway… He ran back to me and hugged me tightly like this will be our last time. A hug I longed for someone... A feeling of emptiness in every bit has been filled... I cried so hard...

“I wish time would just stop in its track...” He whispered. How I wish it would just stop Flashes of Memory of him came to me.. I remembered the very first night we met Under the starry sky

“How I wish I would just stopped existing and be just a star...”

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I looked up in the dark sky The night breeze seem to be soothing The light coming from the moon and the stars light up my place.

“You do?” Someone asked me.. “Hey, who’re you?” I replied to the stranger.. “You first.” He asked smiling

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“Are you some kind of criminal? Go close and I will kill you?! Hmph.” I threated. “Wait.. Easy girl. I’m just a passing bystander. Sigh. Well, the name’s Mario, how about you?” He asked smilingly.. Kwento ng

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99 A young boy about the same age as me An inch taller, normal built, and has a habit of smiling And that makes him... kinda cute But there’s something different...

“Marie...” I whispered. “Mimi? Mame? Whaaaat? I can’t hear ya. C’mon say it clear and a bit louder?” He chuckled.. “MAARIEEE” I shouted. “HI MAAAARIE! I’M MARIOOOO! NICEEEE TO MEEET YOOOU!!” He shouted a lot louder than I did... Then we laughed And the place was filled with our pure laughter A very beautiful scene That night I never thought that a stranger will have his first grand entrance in my seemingly cold and uncolored world... We became good friends... Cherry, Me and Him. Every day was so colorful When I’m with him We laughed non-stop out of silly things. We played see-saw, swing slide like it was our first time. Eat together. Walk together. Talk together. Time passes.. That I never imagined him… falling for me...

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100 I left him in that place. Under the starry sky Never talk to him again Even if he insisted to... The days passed My seemingly colored world became plain Looking for someone… Longing for Him… But just before I realized He was already gone He died of sickness. I was too late.

“Although much time has passed, I can still remember the wonderful time we had spent together... Marie, I had always this sickness.. I knew death was with me... he can just take my life anytime..but when I met you... you gave me this desire to hope that time would just stop...so I can spend my life with you... “ My tears started to fall...

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“Marie, I really loved you... You gave me hope. Hope that I’ve never been familiar with since then...Thats why I want you to continue living for the people who love you.. for me...” “Mario...” “ And I’m sorry If I get little overboard that time... I understand...I was just afraid that I thought It might be too late for you to know..I’m such a pain.” He sighed. “Mario.. Thank you for being my starlight. Thank you for the laughters. Thank you for the memories. “ He smiled widely.

“Just don’t be such an early bird. You didn’t get late anyway.” I Kwento ng

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101 smiled. His laugh.. The most treasurable treasure I will keep for the rest of my life

1 Second... “Well, I guess it’s time.” He said.. “Yeah. I’m in between life and death. I wonder what Cherry will do If I get back.” He chuckled. Light started to gather around him...

“Marie, I want you to chase for that happy ending. It might be a dark road ahead.. but you just have to believe that even the faintest star will light up your way..just keep on going.” He smiled. Then it was black off.. That smile… I remember… It was such a fine memory By meeting him, I realized what people should cherish more... We may be blinded by cars, houses, cellphones and other luxuries Taking aside the most important thing... Time... Yes, I am asking for more time

D I B U H O

But still there is one thing I regret... For not telling him…

“ I love you, Mario”.

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The Official Literary Folio of Technological University of the Philippines at Cavite,

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