hythm Of Quietness

CLASSMATE
Clyde Joseph Algopera

Mhel Jean Entrina

I opt to remain silent,
Awfully unbosom,
Better than spilling out what I kept inside
We had this classmate who always love to sleep in the class. Pirme
No one discerns what I secure to fold. sab siya late ug kung dili late, absent.
My thoughts can compose a
ditty, Everytime musulod siya sa klase , pirme sab hubag iyang mata ,
But my voice never partakes maybe a result from crying all night. She’s introvert , siguro kay tun-
I stay mute albeit my eyes are wide open god sige siyag katulog, dili sab siya mutingog unless your questions has
and ought to speak. sense. No one even bothered to asked what’s her problem, she always
has this aura nga wa paka kaduol , lami na iatras. She’s weird , to be
Embracing this coldness and sound of silence
honest.
Since I am making no sense,
That’s what they say. One day, our P.E teacher required to have sports activity. The class
Without knowing inside in me that stay were assigned in different kinds of sports.
Reason why I want to conceal it away. “Volleyball ka na assign? Kauba ta” I approached her.
Desired their judgement to terminate this night
And candle to lit up the somber they sight. And as usual, I saw the tiredness of her eyes. I even wondered nga-
nong ga jacket siya when in fact, arang iganga ug inita sa ground. In the
middle of the game , she was collapsed. Gialsa siya sa among classmate

A Lonesome Road
An arduous trek over the miles,
Through the wreckage and rubble
To face the storms, the dust,
And the man-made darkness.
Still, I travel my own path,
Walk the lonesome road;
My memories, burdens to bear
Whispers of the old world,
Clawing through a wasteland
Of thoughts and dreams all my own.
Lloyd John Luardo
and we brought her to the clinic. Nag una na akong classamate kay ako
pang gipangita iyang bag trying to find her school ID para macontact
iyang parents. While gautingkay kos iyang bag I saw packs of band aids
and some unfamiliar medicines , I wonder unsaon tu niya and get anoth-
er confusion when I saw set of blade?
Nidagan ko dali dali padung clinic and asked the school nurse
to take off her jacket. There, I saw her wrist full of laslas. Some of her
wounds kay paayo na but most of it were still fresh from cut.
But that was happened a year ago. Two days after that incident,
the class received the saddest news. “Bai atong classmate ba. Apil biya
siya atong pamilya nga gipang patay. Iyahang step father ang suspek.
Adik man kuno to ug dugay ra sila gina kulatata.” The class filled with
silence , realizing and blaming ourselves for not even paying attention of
her. We are also considered as suspects. We’re sorry, classmate.

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