Sonnet (14 lines, 10 syllables per line, iambic pentameter)

WISDOM HIGHLIGHTS

What tomorrow holds, i will never know

I cannot help but just go with the flow.

I may trip and fall, but I got back up.

It’s a cycle but it’s me growing up.

I do things that I like and loves surprise

But with caution and proper supervise.

I don’t care if I get to sacrifice,

Spreading kindness is always the best prize.

Life’s about living the best of our lives

Don’t get affected when they throw you knives.

Be the bigger person and understand.

Martyr? I call it just being human.

They always say I’ll grow silver gray hairs?

You should call it wisdom highlights, I say.

Six word story

You came and everything felt right.

We’re stuck between happiness and sadness.
“I’m okay,” my response by default.

Used to be rainbows and butterflies.

Truth is… you were never mine.

I think a lot, you’re always there.

Speculative literature (I watch niya yung sarili niyang mamatay nang paulit ulit sa parallel selves niya coz
y not)

I killed myself and the next thing I knew, I’m staring at someone I know so much—myself—killing
herself. I’m watching a thousand of me taking their own lives in different times and in various ways.

Depression took a toll on me. I let this sadness eat me from the inside until I felt nothing but the desire
to finally end this. And I did. I slit my wrist using that broken glass I had from a mirror now scattered in
this cold tiles of this bathroom. Blood was dripping from the abrasion I just made but instead of stopping
it, I soaked my wound in the tub of water and closed my eyes.

I woke up with a sound of a chair falling down. I looked up and there I saw someone hanging herself up.
As if I fainted, everything went black again and when I opened my eyes to the ground, I saw pills
scattered around. And there was the same girl, wearing the same clothes, lying on the ground,
overdosed. Before I could even step back, I already opened my eyes to another scene watching the
same girl drinking a cleaning bleach in her bedroom. I opened the door leaving the girl behind to only
see the same figure stabbing herself to death in the kitchen. Blood was everywhere. If it’s not black, it’s
red that I see.

It took me a few more flashes before I realized it was also me. I met her eyes and it’s all black again. The
next thing I see, I was begging everyone to stop. I tried to stop opening my eyes but no avail. I stil see
tons of me suffering and comitting suicide. I already killed myself hoping for the pain to be gone and to
end things the way I left it there but turns out, it was harder in the afterlife. I killed myself so why do I
have to deal with these?

I wa sranting when I fellt like it finally stopped. I don’t get transfere from time to time. I just see nothing
and feel my wrist, blood stll dripping. I calmed myself and closed my eyes.

I closed my eyes only to open it to watch myself walking in the middle of the road waiting for the bus to
drag and hit me to meet death.

Reversible spoken word poetry

Wala kang kwenta.

Hindi ka mahalaga at

Hindi mo pwedeng isiping

May pakialam sila.

Pakiramdam mo may mag aalala?

Wala kang bilang sa mundo.

Alam mo ba, hindi totoong9

Maraming nagmamahal sayo.

Mapapamura ka nalang talaga, kasi

Waalang panahong hindi ka tatangis.

Kapag ikaw na pinagkakatuwaan,

Kapag ikaw na ang pinagtutulungan,

Wag mo lang kalilimutan ang kasinungalingang

May handang magpatahan sayo.

pababayaan ka lang na masubsob.

Nagkakamali ka kung iniisip mong

Mahalaga ka at kailangan ka ng mundong ito.