16 October 2025
She caresses the ground,
Fertility in her sleeve—
Awakening the earth,
In its breathing slumber—
Planting a flowerbed.
10 October 2025
You murmur to yourself, “I want to give up. I want to end this suffering.” You were smiling on the outside, yet you’re not okay on the inside. Your friends think you're fine, but you know that you aren’t. Your thoughts raced and came to tell you things that destroyed you. You told yourself that you are not worthy to live. You kept telling yourself that nothing is wrong.
Nothing is wrong.
09 October 2025
To my second parents away from home,
27 September 2025
A quill fights for justice,
While a gun lives to kill—
to kill the truth, to kill our noise.
And when the gun’s shot fires,
echoes the hush of a bullet—
another soul stripped of their voice.
24 September 2025
Those who do not remember the past are bound to repeat it. Such a phrase is an age-old warning that has transcended the changes of time and has fallen deaf to some ears. It is a reminder that while injuries heal and cease to bleed, it leaves scars that symbolize resistance to the weapons that forcefully attempt to wound the hands and silence the voices that simply aim to share and speak truths, no matter how unpleasant they are.
21 September 2025
Power became the strenuous race to silence information; for in it lay the essence of discourse. And to essentially sever it was to completely veer it off its course and annihilate any possible opposition to his cause, until he closes the system in his fist. The solution now becomes arithmetic, the sum of the three: fear, misinformation, silence.
31 August 2025
When I give my heart out to someone and they turn it down
I often take a moment to look at it
I saw the scars that were once deep cuts that fully healed
The broken pieces that I so desperately glued back together
And the bruises that never left its mark
It looks ugly, it looks beaten, but it has always been mine.
23 August 2025
DCLL welcomed new blood as a new academic year started last August 11, 2025. In keeping with tradition, the University of San Carlos held Affinity 2025 throughout the week. Affinity Week is the university's week of welcome for newly enrolled students for the academic year, starting with a welcome program on day 1 (August 11) held at the downtown campus, followed by a mix of activities at the department level.
11 May 2025
I loved my mom too late—far too late.
As a kid, I hated her. I was a daddy’s boy, not a mama’s boy. I didn’t see it then, but she was always the one who stayed. She treated me like a son. My dad treated me like a tool.
We fought all the time. I avoided her, resented her. And every time they argued, I took my dad’s side—blindly. Not realizing I was standing with the one who broke her. And I regret that more than anything.
It wasn’t until I grew older—old enough to really listen to understand the quiet pain in family conversations—that I saw the truth. They treated her badly.
27 April 2025
Katubóan ma'g humay,
Ang kabal-anan ni Tatáy;
Katugkan ma'g tanom,
Ang tanáman ni Manóng.
Sáhì da man usab
Ang basahón nga tanan
Nga tuig-tuig katuyboan
Og bag-ong kalimuhágan.
