The Archive: SILAKBO

You are a mirror of emotion— sharing, understanding, and always enduring. Amidst the chaos, you are the light.

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Ang pampanitikang aklat ng THE BROWSER, ang opisyal na pahayagan ng mga estudyante mula sa College of Computer Studies ng Tarlac State University sa Lungsod ng Tarlac.

Ang opisyal na folio ng TSU - The Browser ay kompilasyon ng mga nagaalab na damdamin ng mga Pulang Lawin sa taon na nagdaan, na iniwan ng langis ng tangis, tuwa, pag-ibig, at poot.

Minsan, hindi makapili ng sasabihin, madalas hindi mawari ang nararamdaman, pero iisa lang ang sigaw ng puso: tayo ay tao, tayo ay may emosyon.

Tenses of Time

Phoemela D. Sapasap

In retrospect, is it not sad how we will never be present in the future we planned for us in the past?

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Graphics by : Chariz Danielle R. Dela Rosa

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Oras

Kharl Asuncion

ras, isang malakas na buhawing lilipas. Dala-dala rin ang along malalakas. Nanatiling epekto ng pagbabago. Mamasdan ang pagkakamatay, walang itatago.

Subalit, tayo’y isang alipin sa isang bagay, Na tila kaluluwa ay parang binabayubay, Kahit ito’y hindi man ating nahahawakan, Oras ay patuloy paring sa atin’ gumagapang.

Sinubukang kainin ang munting buwan, Mga pangakong maririlag na pinaghahawakan, Ni isa’y nagawan ng magandang paraan, Ang makabuluhang oras, tila nasaan.

Mundo’y lilipas, huwag mag-atubili, Kapanahunan ganito’y, masilimuot magwagi, Ang pagpupunyagi’y tila nabibiyak, Unti-unting mawawala at masisibak.

Buhay ko’y tila walang bago, limitado, Oh duyog lamang ang makikita sa dulo, Paghihignapis o pighati ang dinaramdam, Sa oras ko’y tila parang hiram.

Oh, hanggang dito na lamang, Inaksayang oras, tila hindi kumikinang, Napapalibot sa mga puting rosas, Ako na mayroong kaunting oras.

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Graphics by : Clarence Deseo

Reiwyn Discion

Hapagkainan

Sa tahanang ito makikita ang hapag

sa lamesang ito’y tiyak na puno ang

ngunit sa pamamahay nato’y, walang makikitang naka-upo.

mistulang multo ang umaaligid rito, ang dating puno ng pagmamahal ngayo’y nagkukulang sa hapagkainan.

araw ng pasko, tanging ang anino lamang ang narito. ang bunso ng pamilyang ito, mag-isang kumakain na parang mul

Hide and Seek

Somewhere safe and hidden. Leaving behind no trace.

Then, the seeking started. I caught my breath— covering my mouth —trying not to be heard.

I stayed hidden for so long, Waiting for someone to seek me. Am I too good at hiding? Or did no one dare to find me?

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John Hermie Sarceda

Graphics by: Charmaine M. Bamba

Cristal Jade Nuqui

Gunita ng Luha, Halakhak, at Pangarap

Photo by: Justin Perez

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desperate for dominating the night.

You were 18, and I was 19. We were the world’s leftovers Ready for what could have been The greatest that will never be over

Now, we’re burned up, never to fade again.

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Photo by: Jeanne Grey Sison

well, she’s… gone

Jose Ishmael Lapus

in the margins of my achievements— trophies gleaming, medals bright— a silent whisper haunts my victories: the warmth of her hands, now just a memory’s light.

i chased the dreams she crafted for me, practiced, studied, pushed beyond the line, never knowing time was a fragile thread that would unravel before i even could design.

each competition, each perfect grade was a testament built on her silent prayer, but between the lines of my success lived the moments i wasn’t truly there.

mama, forgive me my laser focus, the ambition that kept me just out of reach, your love was the soil of my potential and i was too young to understand each breath.

now in the quiet of my independence, my achievements echo with a hollow sound, for what is success without the touch of the woman whose love made me profound?

if i could turn back the hands of time, i’d pause my race, sit by your side, hold your hands, listen to your stories, let love, not ambition, be my guide.

the void grows larger with each milestone, a testament to what i’ve lost, not won— the irreplaceable warmth of a mother’s love, remembered, but never again to come.

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Graphics by: Gabriel Dador

The Morning After

She woke to the sound of birds chirping, while the wind rustled the leaves gently. She sat on the veranda, a mug in one hand and a letter in the other.

Brown coffee—one teaspoon of sugar, two teaspoons of creamer— just the right blend for a girl who always sought something sweeter.

But this morning, she decided to stir her usual a little.

In her hand was the letter that had shattered their bond forever. The words were warm, but bitter and distasteful— just like her black coffee.

She glared upon the field, the one where they used to play as kids.

How dare the sun glow so bright after the darkness he had poured into her just the night before?

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Hanna Pauline Aquino

Graphics by: Charmaine M. Bamba

Despite the light being so bright, Even the most dazzling —might lose its glow.

And when its light Finally succumbs to the dark, It will then lose its former spark.

Once brightest; Now, lost in darkness.

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Photo by: Cristal Jade Nuqui

Silence in your absence

Cristal Jade Nuqui

Sharp piercing pain—

Seeping through my chest.

Remaining tearless is a quest. As the wound returns again, Will my aching soul ever find its rest?

I called your name—trembling, You answered me with silence. In the presence of your absence, My heart still beating— Yet my soul seems lifeless.

Because the day you took your last breath —I died with you.

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Dear Ma and Pa

Graphics by: Alexandra De Vera

Wake up Call

Jazzmine Faye Samson

It was rather a note to myself slowly changing it into something i am not aware of making it into something i never dreamed of i knew, i just knew that it was never meant to reach an end where we were just there to make it but never something like we made it because its not me when im with you its not something i wanted to but it is something i had done hence its for you i should be sleeping, i must sleep when im getting tired of you

and if i wake up then let me know that it was a thing you spilled out of a drink and it was not a knife to kill what i had to think and its for something i should not be wasting

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Graphics by : Chariz Danielle R. Dela Rosa

The Cost of Hate

I used to admire you, thought you were kind, But now I see a face that’s empty inside. You held your head high, with pride and might, While I stayed in your shadow, hidden from sight.

You talked about trust, about being fair, But left me in silence, drowning in despair. You led the way, you called the shots, While I was just a piece in your selfish plots.

But over time, your warmth turned cold, Your smile faded, your kindness sold. You stood with those I learned to fear, The very ones who made me disappear.

Your betrayal struck deep, like a sharp blade, And I hated you more with each passing day. But in the quiet, my anger grew, It filled me up, until I was empty too.

Then came the news, sudden and fast, A tragedy that made the hatred pass. You were gone, in a cruel surprise, And I felt a pain I couldn’t disguise.

Regret? Sadness? Or something worse?

A heavy feeling that felt like a curse. How could I hate you and still feel this ache?

A lesson that hate only leaves heartbreak.

Now I sit here, late at night, Asking myself if I was right.

To the one I hated, the one I’ve lost— I’ve learned that hate always comes at a cost.

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Lee Anne Tabucao

Graphics by : Chariz Danielle R. Dela Rosa

Arms Season

Gabriel T. Garcia

Capiz stars hung glaringly in front of homes, running aglow beneath the cold dry air. Tunes from the youth’s carol in chorus they roam, Half a world away, a choir of gunfire was shared.

Wishes and tidings fill the end of the year, Idling from the lamenting wails of children Giving pleasantries so blessed and dear, But none could hear the afraid and fallen.

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Marka

Basahin nang paulit-ulit, Rebyuwer para sa nakatakdang pagsusulit. Memoryado ang bawat termino, Sa mga tanong ay huwag kang palilito.

Kape’y nakahanda, Pampawi sa antok na nagbabadya. Pagod ay isasawalang bahala, Maaral lamang ang mga nakatala.

Sa kabila ng ginugol na oras, At sa pagod na bakas, Markang ‘di makatarungan. Ito na ba ang kabayaran?

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Cristal Jade Nuqui

Photo by : Cristal Jade Nuqui

Liar

Those sweet enticing words, Will cut you like sharp swords. They get you captivated, To get themselves elevated.

Once you are deceived, It’s hard to tell the truth.

The stories that you believed, Will put you in pain that cannot be soothed.

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Von Andrei Tañedo

Graphics by : Chariz Danielle R. Dela Rosa

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Rants and, Revenge

Rizza Louise Dasalla

I choked on your lies a bitter taste I swallowed for a while, while you carved your name into my skin like I owed you my existence.

people called it love but love doesn’t suffocate, It doesn’t drown out the fire and leave ashes where my soul should be.

I’m trying my best to give you everything and you turned it all into nothing.

You laughed as I bent into misery, turning my pain into your victory.

You always haunt me like a devil whispering everywhere

Twisting my words with ease, Telling me who I am, like a child torturing her doll to please.

Both of us can play this game, watch as I set your tea party in flame. it’s not peace, It’s a storm in release an inferno you can’t tame.

I’ll laugh as you burn in the flames of your perfect lies, I’m done carrying the weight of your chaos and your disguise.

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Photo by : Gabriel Garcia

Eros and Eris

Juliana Ashley D. Joves

You are the salt of the earth–the light of the world. And I am the first traitor of the land, A bruise of tattered Eden.

Take my sins, my ivory saint

And I shall bid my prayers, Down with my sword with knees half bent, A fall from grace for my lover’s affairs.

A desire in disguise, A trojan of lies in sight, Virtues and vice, I am both but a god.

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But Still, I Sit with My Pen

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BeyondBattlecriesBedroom

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Caged Wings

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Shadows of Fear, Glimmers of Hope

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When I Grow Up

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Whispering Wisp

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Heroes and Villains

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Sayang sa-yang: Pareho Sana Tayo

Muses as Bruises

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Third Eye

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Third Eye

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ThePeace of the Puzzled

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The Phantom in the Fray

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Damdamin ng Larawan

Got Invited

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