Workshop Group Work #4:

Second Best vs. the Best

My second best prevents me from having the best,

I don’t know why, it’s just the way it is.

Though I have what it takes to really stand out and shine,

I feel like a child; ghost ready to leap on me.

But no, take courage I must, and let myself trust

Or else I’ll be left here alone.

So I take the chance, I’ll have the best

No more second bests, no turning back.

Laban

By: Patalipat

Minsan nakakabadtrip lang

To do aral

Babagsak rin

Ayoko na!

Walang ibang dapat gawin

Basa, sulat

Araw-araw

Puro aral.

Ngunit pag naiisip ko

Pamilya ko

Sige na nga

Laban, let’s go!

To-Do List

By: Patalipat

Just too much things I need to do

Review my notes

Type, memorize

Cry, agonize.

If only I were Superman

Here in UP

I have to be

To get a three.

So I find myself praying hard

Looking above

Asking for help

To get me through.

Workshop Group Work #3:

Memories will always stay with me

Like a strong perfume after a long stressful day.

It may not smell sweet and happy, I know it’ll stay

Because I have the courage to take a stroll down memory lane.

And I’ll keep them like candies to a child,

That one special place where I go and hide

And ‘til my last breath I shall remember,

That I had a life worth remembering.

By: ako si art

I have never felt more alone

Than here and now

Losing my way

More night than day.

Looking, I’m not the only one

Made some mistakes

Took risks and failed

Trust, disappointment.

Yet here is here and now is now

Is all I have

Never again

Keep everything.

Workshop Group Work #2:

On one hot Sunday morning,

I saw a black canvas in front of me.

I picked up a paint brush and started thinking,

If I was a bird, what would I see?

I got a dollop of color and splashed it on the blank,

The paint sipped in, forming grandeur

And I said to myself this may be the cure

To my lonely heart, lost and unsure.

By: sulatkamay

Then, as I walked through the lobby

Happily; then—

Full of people

Filled with laughter.

I passed the lobby in four years

In little steps

Yet again full

Of cheers and noise.

Now, I look back at the lobby

I start to smile

And remember

Those memories.