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Write out Loud
There's a love that everyone knew
All these stories so wild, and vibrant
Each one so different and new
What could this be? This curiosity?
There's a love that everyone knew
And I guess my heart longed for it too
I was young when we first met
You saw the innocent glimmer in my eyes
As my heart raced and my palms began to sweat
You were a new beginning
The pinch of thrill I was clearly missing
An adventure slowly unfolding
You pull me in and my body is trembling
But it's okay
Two years into this, you hadn't changed
You loved knowledge so much
You searched through my mind like an open book
You loved nature so much
You had bushes of red flowers that you wore like a crown
You loved the heavens so much
By twilight you were a pink sky that descended into purple
Three years into this, you took me by surprise
Effort after effort yet barely recognized
I witnessed the new dimensions of love
Love was the sharp chill just before the break of dawn
Love was sisterhood, brotherhood, camaraderie,
Love was the silhouette of the trees
As I look across the oval in my safe balcony
Tomorrow the winds may blow harder
But this love stays the same
Until Four years into this and I'm standing on top this mountain I've built,
Power in one hand, responsibility in the other
And i wish these moments would last forever
But sometimes love has to end and it's for the better
You're not just a love
You're a passion, an education, a home, an institution
And when I see end in sight, i shall not tremble
Because this love is different
This love doesn't change
it changes you
Because Five years into this I'm gasping for air
If love was on steroids this would be the year
I've suffered five years
What more does love want?
So with tears in my eyes thesis in my mind and a decision in my heart
Padayon, love says
Padayon hangtod imo puhon mahimong karon
Padayon, love says
So Six years into this and the work is done
But where to next? When the lights dim and it's time to pass the torch
I'm not a child anymore
All these things that love has prepared me for
When it's time to say goodbye, leave it all behind
Dust off your cap, love says, it's going to be fine
You're all you're ever gonna need
There's a love that everyone knew
And even though it's over for some and for some it's
brand new
Let me tell you
There's a love that everyone knew
And a school that everyone loved
Each story is different
Each story is equally unique
And although it may seem that all I have are these memories
I have a love so great
And a story to hold on to
And one thing's for sure
When you get to love Science High
It can be yours too
The Six Year Journey
poem by: Gabrielle Anne Bongon
Performed by: Alyssa Gwyn Arellano
Write out Loud
1st place winner
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Cajilig and Ocaba
J: Farthest from the door
looking towards the floor
lost in mind
thinking thoughts of before
pondering, what the future has in store.
A: I stare at the board clean of any writing,
my mind now blank of the thoughts I had briefly
reflected on,
I begin to count the seconds left until class ends—
savoring the last few minutes I have before the bell
rings.
J: Our golden days, gone past
my memories gathered to last
loneliness, I had basked
with friendships, I surpassed.
A: The sun calls out to me disrupting my counting.
I look to the window from where it cried and bear
witness to a bird perched on its nest,
humming what I believe to be a lullaby, though unknowing
of my prying eyes as it, too,
was captivated by the same warmth I know is
absent from my hollow shell,
one I’ve craved ever since i was robbed of it.
J: A place of hope and joy it has given thee
my future it had guarantee.
A: The faint sound of a bell rings in my ears.
My shaking legs struggle to keep me grounded.
I take a breath and make a turn to leave behind the
ghost of a once dead girl.
J: Thoughts in my head, racing
the beating of my heart, pacing
past memories full of smiles
future hope made by trials.
people walking along the hallways
studying and learning as always
I recall as my memories fade
The path I took, the friends I made.
A: Oblivious, my feet begrudgingly plod to the
rhythm of a routine I’ve always known to abide, but I
am unconscious and only now do I realize that my
body’s running on autopilot.
J: Alone again deep in my thoughts
wandering along my memories, lots
The choice is made, a decision begot
My past mistakes may be distraught.
A: Whisked away, I sit pliant under the embrace of the sun, blanketed by the cover of leaves which sway to console me, I close my eyes and puff out an exhale,
I feel my breathing begin to calm, tension dissipates
into thin air.
J: My hopes and dreams soar
upon the sky, I look toward
the time of hesitation gone away
tomorrow, I start a brand new day.
The future shines in the distance.
The past doesn’t define my existence.
A: With my head down, I press on to the route that lies ahead,
I stand idly by a street corner, my arm extended for
a jeep willing to take me home.
I opt for the seat isolate of other people, which just
so happens to be farthest from the exit, while my
head plays out the events that had occurred that day,
at the back of my mind, I knew. Tomorrow would be just like today,
but I don’t mind it all that much—at least not anymore.
Cajilig, Arabella Chrystine C.
Ocaba, Jorel Cloud
Ating balikan ang mga oras na di malilimutan
Mga oras sa nakaraan at sa kasalukuyan.
Kung kailan remote ng TV ang palaging pinag-aagawan.
Sa channel na may kartung pambata,
May mga cartoons na laging sa’yo nagpapaligaya.
May mga cartoons na may babaeng nagbubulag-bulagan,
Nasa tabi na nga lang niya, ‘di pa rin niya makita.
May tatlong osong walang hanggan ang pagkakaibigan,
Magkaiba man ang lahi at katangian.
May pusang laging naghahabol sa daga, kahit siya’y pagalitan,
Sa kaniya pa rin siya nakikipaglaban, ‘di lang siya mapalitan
Ng iba
Kung kailan, tuwing pagkagat ng araw o sa pagsimula ng umaga,
Sa segundong idinilat ko ang aking dalawang mata
At sa minutong iniunat ko ang aking mga braso’t mga paa,
Makikita ko nang hinihinila na ni mama’t papa ang mga basura.
Mga basurang ‘di kaaya-aya
Mga basurang lagi kami ay dumidistansya
Mga basurang nasa loob ng mga plastik
Mga basurang salita na galing sa bibig ng mga adik sa panlalait
Na kung ika’y nakatalikod, parang mga umiiyak na biik
At ‘pag hinarap mo’y bigla na lang tatahimik
At tatalikod ka na naman, dinig mo pa rin na sila’y humahagikhik.
O, tama na, teka lang, taympers muna, nagiging off topic na.
O, eto na,
Eto rin yung mga araw na palaging may pangako.
Mga pangakong kahit buhay tinataya,
Kahit tatanungin ka ng “mamatay ka man?”
Kahit itapon n’yo pa ako sa karagatan
Pero kung ang pangako ay ‘di matupad,
Edi patawad, ‘di ako naging mapalad
Pumunta ka na lang sa bahay namin agad- agad,
Makiramay ka na lang.
O, malapit na ang pasukan
Nakahanda na si mama ng floor wax, pamaspas, pandakot at walis
Akala kong sa bahay kami maglilinis,
Sa paaralan pala kami magpapatulo ng pawis.
May roon na kasing brigada
Na taon- taon kaming pumupunta.
Para ‘di na raw kami mag-aambag sa bursar ng tig-singkuwenta.
At sa pameryenda naman ni ateng mapagbigay,
May coke at ensaymada.
Sarap ‘di ba?
Nag- umpisa na ang pagiging high school ko.
May magiging bagong crush na naman ako.
May makikita na rin akong mga bagong mukha,
Kadalasang mga unico iho’t unica iha.
Bolpen na ang gamit sa pansulat at ‘di na lapis
At dun na nagsimula aking pagkilatis
Sa mga kakalase kong halos bukambibig ay ingles,
Sa mga nakahihigit namin na laging may baong tsismis,
Sa mga guro kong kami’y maituwid ang ninanais.
Natatandaan ko na din yung mga araw na palagi akong masaya,
Na kahit madapa, ako’y babangon at tatawa.
Mga araw na ‘di pa uso ang mga ngiting maskara
Mga araw na ‘di pa peke yung ating mga tawa
Mga araw na kahit taho lang sa umaga ay busog na.
Ah, muntik ko nang makalimutan
Ang mga araw na lagi nating iniingatan
Ang mga araw na itinuturing nating sariling kayamanan.
Ang mga araw na palaging may tawanan, iyakan at kulitan.
Ang mga araw na may pa-open forum, may nag-iiyakan
Pero ‘di naman hinayaang umuwing luhaan
Kundi umuwing may ngiti sa mahigpit na yakap na aming ibinahagi.
Ang mga araw ng ating pagtumba,
Na tayo’y nagsandalan sa isa’t isa.
Ang mga araw na tayo ang nagwagi,
Buong araw tayong nagsasaya’t nakangiti.
Kahit may mga hindi inaasahang mga panyayari,
Nandyan pa rin kayo sa ‘king tabi.
Ang mga umagang binabati ng malalaking ngiti
Mga ngiting nakapag-toothbrush gamit ang Colgate ni Sarah G.
Ang mga tanghaling may laging tawanan at asaran.
Ang mga hapong may “paalam muna, kita tayo bukas”
Lalo na ang mga taong naging unan na yayakapin.
Mga taong naging kumot na itatago ka ‘pag ika’y natatakot.
Mga taong naging kurtina na tatakpan ang iyong pagkabahala.
Mga taong naging lilim na pagpapahingahan mo ‘pag ika’y pagod na pagod na.
Mga taong naging sandalan mo sa oras ng kahirapan.
Mga taong palaging nandiyan,
Kahit kailan, kahit saan, at kahit maging sino ka man.
Lahat ng ito ay bahagi ng ating nakaraan at kahit sa kasalukuyan.
Kaya ito lang ang masasabi ko,
Sana nama’y ibaon niyo ito sa inyong mga puso.
Ang ating mga natatandaan ay ‘di katulad ng ating nasaksihan.
Kasi lahat ng iyon ay noon lang.
Noon Lang
By: Janylle A. M.
Habang hinahalikan ng kahel na araw
Ang mga tuktok ng puno
Lumalabas naman ang mga nagtatagong puting kaulapan
Mula sa mga berdeng dahon
Na isinasayaw ng makapal at malamig na hangin
Kusa namang tumitingala sa kalangitan at bumubukas
Ang mga talulot ng mga nagsisigandahang bulaklak
Kasabay ng pagsilip ng bahaghari
Sa mga patak at sanaw ng katubigan
Tunay nga namang isang kahanga-hangang litrato
Na walang sawang iginuguhit ng bukang-liwayway.
Hindi ko mapigilang maramdaman
Ang ningas ng aking pananabik
Pananabik sa aking pagbabalik
Pagbabalik sa minsa'y nakalipas
Isang aninag ng nakaraan
Na sa akin ay nagdulot ng silakbo
Silakbong tumutugma sa tema ng musika ng aking puso
Na kailanma'y hindi ko pagsasawaang isalin
Gamit ang mga talinghagang kayang iluwa ng aking bibig
Dahil ito ang hiwaga ng pag-ibig
Pag-ibig sa minsan kong naging tahanan.
Nagtungo ako sa loob ng obalo
At umupo sa napili kong puwesto
Pinagmasdan ko ang bughaw na kalangitan
Ang nagliliparang pangkat ng mga ibon
Ang luntiang mga damo at halaman
Ang nakapalibot na mga puno at gusali
At ang tagdan ng bandilang nakapuwesto sa gitna
Ang bawat detalye nito
Ay kabisado parin talaga ng aking puso
At ang payak na kapaligiran nito
Ay ang siyang simbolo ng aking tahanan.
Kung ihahambing ko ang araw na ito
Sa normal na araw noong nagdaan
Siguro ay narito parin ako sa puwestong ito
Nakikinig ng mahinahong musika
Habang hinahangaan ang tanawin sa aking harapan
Iilang estudyanteng nag-aaral ng tahimik sa isang sulok
Magkakaibigang nagkukwentuhan naman sa aking gilid
Sa kabilang banda ay may maagang kumakain ng tanghalian
Mayroon ding grupong-nag-eensayo ng kung para saan
Habang ang iba naman ay abala sa paglalaro
Lalapitan ako ng aking mga kaibigan at kami naman ang magtatawanan.
Pumasok ako sa isang asul na tarangkahan
Ganun parin ang pigura nito gaya ng dati
Pansin kong tila bagong pinta ito
Marahil ay kailangan na rin sigurong itago ang bakas ng kalumaan nito
Unang hakbang mula sa aking pagpasok
Ay agad sumalubong sa akin isang napakapamilyar na tanawin
Tumakbo ako papalapit sa munting halamanang nakagisnan
Pumitas at natikmang mayroon paring tamis ang santan
Sa bawat panibagong hakbang ay hinahaplos ko ito
Tulad na lamang ng ginagawa ko noong araw
Na parang ako parin ito sampung taon na ang nakalilipas.
Mga ganitong imahe ng nakalipas
Ay ang mga imaheng kailanma’y hindi kukupas
Mga imahe na sa akin ay patuloy na maghahatid ng tuwa at galak
Mga imaheng patuloy na magpapaalala sa akin
Sa mga biyayang ipinagkaloob sa akin ng paaralang ito
Ang biyaya ng kaalaman at karunungan
Ang biyaya ng samahan at pagkakaibigan
Ang biyaya ng pagtanggap at pagmamahal
Na kahit lumipas man ang kayraming taon ay mananatili itong saksi
Sa kawalanghangganang biyaya ng ala-ala
Na handog nito sa bawat isa sa atin.
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Tresmundo
Gella Tres
2nd runner up
Dear Scihi,
Remember me? I wasn’t exemplary, astounding or on top. Still, everybody knows my name. I only wonder if they know my story as well.
Dear Scihi,
I saw a group of freshmen eating by the pond the other day. A timeless scene of unapologetic laughter and high school life. They were talking about a show I’ve never heard of, talking like they had the sun in their palms and nothing else mattered but the actor’s name and their shared water bottle. I wonder what it felt like to have my name spoken with such light. Like my name was their friend. Like my name mattered.
Dear Scihi,
We partnered up in class today. I’m the odd one out again. They avoided eye contact again. I had to answer it myself again. Still, I wonder why they looked so shocked when they realized I passed an extra one.
Dear Scihi,
This is the first time someone cried in the secret corridor. Her friend was there, cradling her head and rubbing circles around her back. She spoke in soothing whispers, blanketing her friend with warmth that calmed her tremors. I wonder how many times I'll let words for someone else calm my tremors too.
Dear Scihi,
I’m not used to crying, but if it’s the only way to make them know I exist then I’ll do it. I wonder why they look so terrified though.
Dear Scihi,
I just learned what tears taste like. They taste like the ocean, so salty that they left my mouth parched for words. I just learned what my sobbing sounds like. They sound like hiccups overlapping, in a cage so hollow, it echoes again and again and again.
Dear Scihi,
I’m so alone.
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Written by Gwen Mariz Talisaysay and Jaye Samantha Abrigonda
Performed by Allyza Mae Sulib
Dear Scihi,
I’m so scared.
Dear Scihi,
Why do I have to stay here? Why does everyone have to know my name without ever knowing me? Why does everyone stay away? Can’t they hear me? Can’t they see me? I want nothing more but for them to know that I’m right here.
Dear Scihi,
Is this what a friend looks like? Someone brave? Someone who stays even after hearing bloodcurdling cries? Friend wore an undershirt and an open polo. Friend had dirt stains on his khaki pants. Friend had gentle but trembling hands, a concerned but frightened face, a kind but beating heart. Friend had eyes that saw me, a girl about his age, a fellow student, a Scihiyista.
Dear Scihi,
I was a schoolgirl, drowning in her own pain, yearning for a second death, a stranger to the people who share the same home she had. He was so alive, alive, that I thought maybe, maybe, it was enough to make me breathe too.
Dear Scihi,
It was 50 years ago when we first met. You were a plain schoolhouse with nothing inside and I was a pretty girl, a league above the rest. Who would have thought that my life would be a shovel in a gravedigger’s hand, a stake to my own heart? I lived a life and lost it, my mouth all stitched up and shut, blood seeping through the mud in a place that promised to be shelter. Promised to be my home.
Today marks 50 years. 50 years of nothing and everything, 50 years of us. You stood in barren fields and I called you home. You were tough and rocky soil to grow on, but I’d plant daisies on your bedrock because I knew they would grow up to be the loveliest. I’ve met so many people and lived so many lives because of you. You were my safe place and you helped me let go. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for the lessons. Thank you…for setting me free.
Dear Scihi,
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Always,
Your most loyal student,
Margarita.
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1st runner-up
Dear Scihi
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SSG ENTRY
Golden Days
I count the days in sheets of paper,
In heaps and stacks of
drowning pressure.
They color me stoked and
coddle me with pride,
But they forget that the
priceless trophy
Could wear and tarnish over
time.
The pen taunts me like a blade,
A double-edged sword waiting to strike.
While it trudges through the
obscure hereafter,
It pierces into humanity with
thinly veiled spite.
But when I lay on the grass in
a sleepless daze,
I reach for the sky and bask in
the hope of golden days.
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Something about my present
makes me feel as though I can
outlast the glimmer of the
sun's setting.
Perhaps four years in this
school has made me stronger,
.... or maybe softer.
In a matter of days I've
become a king, an african, a
god, a leader-
I've spoken the language of
the triumphant but also of the
lowly,
Clothed in nothing but
courage and harmony,
I've braced myself against
tempests of failure and sorrow,
I have fought against an
unyielding tide of pressure-
I have kept the name, I have
run my part. These are the
golden days generations past
so lovingly speak of:
Blue uniforms and khaki pants,
sleepless nights and rowdy
rooms, quiet labour and
steady growth, muffled tears
but garish laughter-
Yes, this is absolute. This is the
tide of my golden days, the
height of my time.
But the tides I had then
seemed unclear until the
billowing waves crashed some
sense into me.
It is the moon that I face now,
many monsoons have come
and gone and tinged my
fingertips with shades of
indigo— enough times that
everything I touch turns blue.
I know the orbit of my being
will bring me back to better
times, but I cannot help but sit
and ponder anyway.
If I had known then that those
would be my golden days, I
would have basked under the
sun for longer. I would have
slept for shorter nights, spent
less time counting all the
trophies lined up on the top
shelves.
Maybe I would have even cried
out loud.
Perhaps that is why the stars
kept me oblivious, kept me
blind: I would never have left I knew.
Written by Chynna Penales, Clarisse Bagood, and Arienne Cajilig
