LiteraryMisguided Love Confined feelings. Fragile contents. None extracted. Published 5 years ago on April 5, 2015By TomasinoWeb Share Tweet Confined feelings Fragile contents None extractedPale hands Cold sweat Momentary asphyxiationUnseen sacrifice False interpretation Misguided heartsLoud silence Suspicious schemes Enigmatic thinkingOpaque plans Gutless force Negative sentimentLovers without labels Wrapped in uncertainty— how am I supposed to know?Photo By Erise Perez Comments Related Topics:2014-2015academic yearfeaturedliteraryThomasiantomasinowebUniversity of Santo Tomas You may like UST warns students amid rise of fake accounts online #TalkOnTW: Students share their thoughts on online classes 8 Thomasian vloggers you should watch LiteraryAng pulso ng binibigkas Ang wika ay susi upang makakalap ng kapangyarihan. Published 1 week ago on July 28, 2020By Len Cy Nagtalon Artwork by Patricia JardinAng wika ay susi upang makakalap ng kapangyarihan. Instrumento ito sa pagkilala ng daloy, sa panliligaw ng panig, at sa paglalakbay ng isip. Ganunpaman, magkaiba ang mundo ng mga salita at ng mga sinasabi— hindi lamang tainga ang dapat na nakikinig at hindi lamang bibig ang dapat na nagsasalita.Sa bawat pagmulat ng mata sa kasalukuyang lipunan, marami ang oportunidad para mahasa ang sariling lengguwahe. Lumitaw man ang pagkakaiba ay hindi dapat patabain ang pangamba; kapatid ng takot ang paninikil at pagkubli. Ang hatol sa pag-aagwat ng wika ay hindi kasalanan, bagkus ay ang kalayaang magmay-ari ng boses at ang patuloy na pagkatuto.Mahapdi nang iniiwanan ng oras ang kaniyang mga ginagapangan at hindi ito tumitigil. Ang paglalakbay ng isip ukol sa patutunguhan ng Pilipinas ay matagal nang gutom sa tugon. Ilang bukang-liwayway na lamang at may wikang maglalahad ng mga salaysay ng daloy at distribusyon ng panig. SONA ang magtatanghal kung naitahi bang mainam ang mga kwento ng Pilipino sa kwento ng Pilipinas. 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It tells me that this is my priority, this is what matters the most in this worldwide pandemic. It forces me to listen, to do as it says, to be its puppet to be controlled with the numbers controlling my arms and legs.But this is just a small dark corner of my mind. There are other corners. Much bigger corners.To rest is a sin. I have yet to be forgiven. Comments Continue ReadingLiteraryLittle Bit of Paradise You try to breathe in the catastrophe as your thumb keeps scrolling and scrolling and scrolling until the end is reached, leaving a deep void that makes you unable to speak or act. Published 3 months ago on May 9, 2020By Aliah Basbas Artwork by Patricia JardinYou wake up to the sight of your room’s white ceiling. The summer heat makes your skin sweat immediately. Piled up papers stare at you from the corner of the room along with unpacked belongings from the dorm––ah, yes. You are home––earlier than expected but still, you succumb to this little bit of paradise.You breathe in the familiarity of your bed sheet’s smell, let every caress of the fabric give comfort up until you check your phone.Three hundred thirty-nine new cases. The death toll is now at 704. Recoveries at 1,842. The total is now at 10,610.This little bit of paradise began to crumble from the inside. Like a volcano nearing to erupt. The summer heat began to burn not only the skin but also made its way into bones and flesh. Piled up papers began to yell, screaming for a continuation. Gentle caresses became tight grips with nails digging deeper into full palms.You try to breathe in the catastrophe as your thumb keeps scrolling and scrolling and scrolling until the end is reached, leaving a deep void that makes you unable to speak or act.You see posts from people staying up in their ivory towers while waving their flags of toxic positivity for all to see. You grit your teeth in disgust. 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