Banwag AY 2016-2017 Vol. 7 No. 2

LITERARY
A Mortal Who Fell
into Darkness
Keven Opamin
A man got his consciousness,
filled with love and happiness
From the strikes of the heaven,
he stood with arms wide open.
The life he obtained began
and there was so much to come
Yet he chose to be gone
from this world where he came from.
The life he lived was wasted
The ride of his pen ended
But the gift of life lived on
in the crafts that he worked on.
My Felicia
Pretty Shayne Arnejo
I am here now, Felicia
I came as soon as I heard
You look beautiful;
But not as beautiful as when you lived and should
It is me, Felicia
The guy you grew up with
I remember those times,
When innocence was our favorite weed
Do you remember, Felicia
When we used to stay up so late?
We snuck in the school,
In the middle of the night in the football field
We were young then, Felicia
But we made a pinky promise
We created dreams,
While we stare at stars that never seem to crease
I left, Felicia
But we promised to keep in touch
We still held on to our promises,
But I grew tired in a rush
Tales of a
Wintered Hope
Alianah Jean Tumapon
In countless winters this heart you deprive,
On fabled lands I sought your loving gaze;
From pages of time this life must derive,
Rivers of hope that flows from its pathways.
I wrote the stars a thousand glad verses
That you may dance and carry me away;
From the ink of my pen to lasting spaces,
The margins of passion these words can play
But I alone realized all your lies,
All you did was ladder my hopes up high;
I thought you meant you’ll be mine “forever”
Now that you’re gone I knew you meant “never”
We grew up, Felicia
Time flew by so fast
You see, I got very busy,
My world just got too vast
You were left, Felicia
It wasn’t my fault
You held on to me,
But I forgot you as I never should
You were depressed, Felicia
And I had a life full of ease
You were melancholic,
And you stared at stars with a face that creased
What happened, Felicia
The life snapped off of you like a twig
You were found cold,
Melancholy engulfed you to a dark pit
You died, Felicia
I should have held on to the promises we used to create
You left a note,
It said ‘nobody cares until it’s too late’
I am here now, Felicia
I came as soon as I heard
I remembered you,
But it was late and on your grave I stood
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