Music does it

- A sonnet by Vanette Dalisay

I find solace in the beauty of sound

When Im alone music comforts my heart
Memories of laughter in sound I found
Past and future music plays a big part.

I sit in my room and watch the day fade

Music fills the silence and empty space
An atmosphere of peace, music had made
And my heart beat so fast as it was race.

Listening to it brought back memories

Reminds me of sadness and happiness
My crazy and true friends and families
Which comfort me like music in my less?

In my empty moments I feel complete

Music does my sufferings, obsolete.

2:00 AM
- A poem by Vanette Dalisay

I woke up from dreaming

I was distressed by the murmur of wind.
The heavy doors continued screaming.
It was gaudy as it gently invaded my core.

The room was icy and dark

It reminisce a woods with full of conflicts.
I lingered for a foretaste of spark
Eventually it made me grip my instincts.

The abstract thought tranquilly haunts me

It sensed like a million hours passed by.
Oh light! Rescue me and let me see!
As I open gain both eyes. Finally! The darkness died

Tick Tock! Its 2:00 AM.

HOME IN THE ORIENT SEAS

Poem by Group Two

(Project by Group Two in their Rizal Reporting)

ANNA and DONNA

The Pearl of the Orient Seas
Blessed with rich natural resources that our eyes need to see
Once a slave now twas free
Bloodshed battles where fearless heroes fought
The quest of freedom is what being sought

Vanette:
My country which dwells on its own mark and exception,
Whose natives are like trees that persist to grow.
I couldnt care less but pay more attention
To preserve its own beauty and exclusive glow

At some point of my life I longed for new heroes

To care for humanity and love for its country
I was uncertain for it might took a million tree rows
Until one man sought and made history.

JOSHUA

A country under multi faced people whose words are like the sweetest sugar
Hear out speak out but never let ourselves knockout
By failure by false decisions by fooling ourselves
People think theyre blinded by the thought but the truth is they are already blind.
There's always an untold story behind

MICHELLE:
My country, my Philippines,
With ancestors full of vigor and courage
Whose willing to die for safety and security
For the love and fulness of succeed and liberty

MITCH:
We've been through war and pain
But we stand together and fight hand in hand
Freedom we have gain
And new hopes and dreams for our land

Im proud of my country
Of its glorious past and raging seas
Thro' this world, either east or west we roam,
There will always be a place we can call Home