The Nursing Journal 2015 - Luscinia

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For a blind person, the world they see is nei -

ther black nor white They don’t know what that blank

space is The colors splurging through their mind is an

enormous horizon of unknown How would you be able

to describe the night to someone who’s never seen

the color black? Or, more tragically , the color of the

rainbow?

We are constantly rummaging for the wonderful

aspects of life; we overlook the dark , starry night

coursing through the heavens as we watch tons of

movies, we forget the cheese -colored sunset as we

look down upon our shoes while sitting on the passen

-ger seat, we fail to picture the unwavering form of

cumulous clouds as they sail through the blue sky and

we don’t try to remember the good mornings radiating

from everyone’s smiles If only we could just exchange

our televisions with the windowpanes that show the

night sky, the sunset , the clouds and the smiles – the

joy the day brings It is very sad to say that a lot of

us, nowadays , have gone blind to these kinds of

things

In this issue of Luscinia, we , with closed eyes ,

bring you the colors of everyday – emanating imagina -

tion, burning passion , spreading peace and battling

compromise This is a present for the wandering souls

who forgot the different hues of magic, love , serenity

and the unending emotions life can offer and to our

friends who were robbed of the enchantments that

we

’ve forgotten to appreciate

We hope that you, the readers , find joy in this

as it brings sparks to your eyes and as you share this

with our friends, find bliss as you watch them find the

music to their ears Together, may all of us complete

our lives with the vibrant colors of the world that you

will discover from this literary collection

- Maverick B. Orpiana Patricia Maurie M. Mondala

MAVERICK B. ORPIANA

Editor-in-Chief

PATRICIA MAURIE M. MONDALA

Associate Editor

KIM PHILBY CORULLO

Copy Editor

Circulating Editor

JOSHUA MANGUNLAY

Managing Editor

GIAN RIANO M. GIANAN

Literary Editor

WILSON KERBEE S. CHUA

Art Director

MARY HARREN ESPIRITU

Patnugot ng Filipino

LIAN HABACON/PATRICIA MAGNO

Layout Artists

ALAYSSA KATRINA P. ILAGAN

News Editor

AZALEA MARAMBA

Photography Director

TRISHA SUACO

Webmaster

REV. FR. JULIUS PAUL FACTORA

R.N., O.P., J.C.D

Moderator

PROF. ELMER HIBEK, PH.D

Adviser



RPLE by Patricia Maurie MondalaMeeting the Deadline by Patricia Maurie Mondala ; Art by Marinel Teano Limerence by Alyssa Balayan ; Art by Wilson ChuaDrink Me (Not?) by Patricia Maurie Mondala Undercover by Maria Charisse Jimenez ; Art by Wilson Chua

The Pit by Maverick B. Orpiana ; Art by Raphael CollantesThank You! by Claudette Diego ; Art by Chantelle CobarrubiasCellphone by Mary Harren Espiritu ; Art by Marinel TeanoMorning Light by Kim CorulloTsubibo by Andrea DavidBulong by SeyufonBlinded by the Light by Jeralyn Jacob Tolentino ; Art by AnonymousWithered Rose by RA Reyes ; Art by Anonymous

UE by Gian Riano Gianan Dedicated to You by Alayssa Katrina Ilagan ; Art by Raphael CollantesLove? By Gian Riano Gianan ; Art by Chantelle CobarrubiasAn Open Letter To The Boy Who Fixed Me by Denise ; Art by Raphael Collantes Waiting by Maverick B. Orpiana ; Art by Chantelle Cobarrubias

Takipsilim by SeyufonThe Girl I Know by Mnemosyne ; Art by Xenia OabelPag-Asa by Mary Harren Espiritu ; Art by Chantell CobarrubiasIsang Bagong Simula by Andrea DavidGCS 15 by Anjelica Baybay ; Art by Mika CruzPagkakaibigan by Mary Harren Espiritu ; Art by Angela DavidOur Own Masterpiece by Gian Riano Gianan ; Art by Angelica BaybayShe Liked To Fix Things by Kim Corullo ; Art by Xenia OabelHer Superman by Lermalyn Leigh ReynosoFree by Jeralyn Jacob Tolentino ; Art by Patricia DangananKaramay by Mary Harren Espiritu ; Art by Andrea DavidAlways by Jeralyn Jacob Tolentino ; Art by AnonymousA Thought When She Comes by Paul Shimizn ; Art by AnonymousUntitled by Rea Sarmiento ; Art by Anonymous

Set Sail by John McDavid Inocentes ; Arty by Chatelle Cobarrubias

RED by Kim Corullo Dilemma by Anjelica Megan BaybayEcstasy by Juan Paulo S. HidalgoDay-Ruiner by The Inversed Butterfly ; Art by Wilson Chua Pistanthrophobia by Lermalyn Leigh Reynoso ; Art by Patricia Danganan

Heroine by Kim Corullo ; Art by Ysa MarquezLess Than Three by Patricia Maurie Mondala; Art by Marvin Claro Isang Taon by Jannine Galimba ; Art by Ysa MarquezUkit by Seyufon ; Art by Angela DavidSafe Haven by Lermalyn ReynosoA Yesterday’s Letter by JPAB ; Art by AnonymousRed by Maverick B. Orpiana ; Art by Raphael CollantesTea by Kim Corullo ; Art by Raphael Collantes

GRAY by Maverick B. Orpiana Am I Tough by The Inversed Butterfly ; Art by Wilson ChuaSweet Revenge by Anjelica BaybayLong-Awaited Holler by Anjelica Baybay ; Art by Carlo Cassipit Whispers by Kim Corullo and Gian Gianan ; Art by Patricia DangananWhen the Snoozing Stops by Maria Charisse JimenezThe Song by Maverick B. Orpiana ; Art by Ysa MarquezCrossroads by Maverick B. Orpiana ; Art by Andrea DavidSalamin by Mary Harren Espiritu ; Art by Angela DavidLife Indeed by Carmel Libertine NocheFading Away by The Inversed ButterflyNobody’s Home by The Inversed Butterfly ; Art by Wilson Chua



An elixir of existence – unlike the sorceress ’ potion ,

which does nothing out of good intentions,

is the matter that breathes fire to the stars, our interstellar balcony

and the shield to the little nature’s little canopy

The littlest of all the arches suspended above the now sultry horizon ,

the windows that let pass the grim of depression

;

it is a key to the lock that will unfasten a secret mystery ,

like England’s Charles, and Diana , his lady

It is the most unusual streak when the day curtains are closing in ,

beneath the cheesy vast when all the rays are settling

Never like the cold breeze and softer than the wind that tickles ,

are the tiny particles in our fingers when we make a ripple

This is a tiny speck of atom in the dull 1920s ,

and the grating sound of impenetrable static on the telly

A feeling during the night, when the world is quiet ,

when seen tomorrow at dawn, one may feel dread

A wizard’s robes hanging an inch above the floor,

the flames one can endure when the fireplace roars,

and the ashes that flew before the burning has finished ,

are the tunes of the storm of cold and heat combined

Imagine an enchantress walking through a forest

,

with the silk on her back flying amidst the blowing air

That is like the quiet bursting of a supernova inside our heads ,

with drops of magic, a bucket of charm and smudges of secrets





For Juju and the others





Waking up you see yourself standing on the edge of a pit. You look around. Amidst the darkness you see

horizons - seemingly endless, tiringly infinite. You look back at the pit. Squinting your eyes you try to see its bot-

tom. You see waters saturated with blue and black, the stillness sending chills to your bones. Below the surface

something dark slithers, sending ripples in the calm. You can’t make out its form. It looks up to you and you see its

eyes – their eyes – pairs of burning embers. With a gasp you turn back, and you see horizons. The air was humid

and the sun was scorching. You never liked travelling on foot. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You

take a step backward.

You fall.

The pit welcomes you.

Slowly you sink in, the water embracing you with warmth. Warmth that you felt once, a long time ago, when

you still knew how to laugh – truly laugh – from somewhere deep inside. You reach the bottom and something

slithers around you. It was them. They circle you, hissing whispers of comfort, trying to wrap you within their bare

limbs. You gasp, the water filling your lungs. Flailing you try to reach for the surface. You stretch your hands, trying

to grasp the refracted pool of light coming from above. But the water is thick as black oil. You whip your head

around. They reach for you. They have no form. You look them in the eye, and you see your own – a pair of burning

embers. Then they scatter, slithering away. You scream.











Blinded by the Lighteralyn acob Tolentino

What ’ s in the light that is so blinding?

Light that pierces through my eyes

Blinding me with vision

Squinting, closing my eyes a little more.

Operating my flaws, illuminating all these blur.

Most appreciate you in solemnity of the night

Oh light, shine on where darkness resides.

Barely freeing captives of the shadow--

Light the love that rests cold in me.

Because some are totally blind

But still they see, the Light.

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It' s the first glance on a hot summer day,

the flickering candles on marble floor

It

's the blood rushing to your cheeks

when your name rolled off his tongue

,

the promises that escaped his lips

It' s his laugh in the wee hours and your heart beating wildly in your chest,

the endless phone conversations until sunrise

It' s the first time he held your hand,

his lips on your cheek

It

's the lipstick on your lips

that stained wine glasses and his white handkerchief

It

's all the words you had not meant to say

,

the tears that stained your cheeks

It' s the memory of his departure replaying in your head,

his farewell clinging to you like a scar

It started as a flame that turned to a wildfire,

wildfire that consumed and burned all that you

've built

Wildfire

, which left nothing but ashes

It' s the friction of pen on paper,

the bleeding of ink as you wrote the memories down before they could fade:

the way you danced under the stars

the way you looked at him from the passenger seat

It' s the color of his tie that he never got back, hidden in your bedside drawer

It could be the endless questions and going around in circles, his arms wrapped around you once again

It' s you, breaking through his illusions ,

your final resolve to walk away from it all

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I woke up one fine morn-

ing

With her on my mind all

day

Minding every little

thing

That I dreamed my life

away

For love is not deaf, but

blind

It makes the entire

town’s bells ring

To see her smile like a

child

I think it’s the

pleasantest thing

A THOUGHT WHEN SHE COMESPaul Shimizu

I know a girl who had a gift for words She keeps writing until her hand hurts

She would write with ink -stained hands About the stories of her made

-up lands

She admired the writers on the shelf Wishing that she could be one herself

Knitting every word like a puzzle piece

Trapped in her world of ease

One night, the voices spoke

Asking her to stop as the dawn broke

Explaining the price of her desired wish

They told her it was the writer ’s gift

She didn’t understand the adjuration

Until she met a boy with adoration

The girl was enchanted with a smile

Little did she know it was a lie

The boy left with nothing to give

She turned to her stories to grieve

Then talked to the voices bargain

Asking it to happen again

She begged and said she will not write

Too late to realize the voices were right The price had been paid for her desire

After being left by a liar

UNTITLEDRea Sarmiento



Set Sail John MacDavid Innocentes

I never meant to set sail on such stormy shoresBut the sound of your siren call is an invitation

I cannot ignoreI am drawn

Sailing deeper in your watersI have waged wars on your waves that have push

us apartStorms of lightning and rage

I have weathered

To reach the eye that calmsAnd provides a haven

to the wearyand the foolish

That I was

My desire to be a part of you is what anchoredme

As i drowned myself in your presenceUntil My lungs collapsed from the pressure

of having loved you

As i fell deeper in your waters

I Gasped for the airi surrendered in unspoken agreements

Sinking to the bottomnever reaching the end

Untill i did

And realizedThat you are the ocean

And i Am just a manWho fell in love with the ocean

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At times, when she hears the song in a coffee shop or when her iPod plays it on shuffle, her heart clenches in the same

does when she hears your name.

She doesn’t know why she had to hear it that time, why the DJ decided to play that music when you peeled her off he

and let her walk home alone that night. Incidentally, when you turned and walked back to the dance with an intoxicated stagge

sky started to pour. And the way you said ‘ Sorry, I don’ t feel the same way,’ was still ringing in her ears when she turned to leav

slipped, her body collapsing in the wet pavement without grace. She scraped her elbow and one of her high heels snapped, but

hings she barely noticed. The immense pain of her heart breaking - finally breaking after months of sinful torments and a ni

mindless caress - was too unforgiving that a skinned elbow and a broken shoe felt like mere itches compared to the catastrophic

you left her inside.

Two summers have passed since then. And sometimes when she hears the song her heart beats a second too fast and sh

a bit dizzy. But she’s doing fine. Sometimes she see you in the hallways and she doesn’t feel like the world would stop anymore

The problem is, when she falls in love, she falls in love hard and she falls in love with her all. And even though you p

her for too many times to count she loved you with her entirety. She doesn’t really know why it was you that she fell in love

There were other people that time, others who may have fancied her or maybe even loved her the way she loved you. But she

noticed them because there was you and for her it felt like you were everything that mattered. She used to see you in the hal

with your friends and her sense of time always stops, and she becomes one of those girls who stare longingly at the boy they ca

er have. She unravels with each of your glance and melts with each of your smile. She was so, so, so in love that her heart con

wanted to burst whenever you’re around.

And that’s why it’s funny now, and it’s not a wonder if people judged her for the way she felt about you. As if you we

only star left in the galaxy. Or at least, the only star that ignited her world. Don’t worry, she find these things funny now as wel

for that she’s thankful, because lately when she hears the song she just smiles to herself and pinches her cheeks, embarrasse

chastising herself for falling in love with a boy that she felt like she wanted to die.

But don’t get that wrong. You can’t blame her for feeling like a complete mess after she walked home dripping with Feb

rain and barefoot, her shoes long forgotten in that place where you left her and blood trickling down her skin, her entire prom

ruined completely just like her. She doesn’t blame you for that anymore which means she used to. In fact, a month later afte

night she cursed you and called you names in front of her friends, telling them she ’s totally over it and that she regret letting yo

her senior prom. But when the song started randomly playing in that café she kept quiet and tried to stop her tears. It took all

effort not to break, at least not until she locked herself in the lady’s bathroom for twenty minutes and her friends wondered whe

went.

But that was long ago, when the marks you left on her body still burned and she didn’t want anyone to know. That sh

herself - all of her - to a boy who was too drunk to care that her skin was fragile, too buried in his own shameless needs as he sc

her skin inch by inch, his true nature unravelling in moans of selfish pleasure, or in her case, moans of searing pain. It was the

boy she loved the first time he gently opened the library door for her and she was too flustered to say thanks, thinking how n

ever opened doors for her. She told people that she was ‘doing great’ and she was ‘totally done falling in love with pale boys

perfect stubble.’ With a fake laugh and some thick make-up she told these to everyone and eventually convinced them, and after

ime she almost convinced herself too. But at night. At night she breaks.

Again, don’t worry. She doesn’t blame you for these things anymore. She doesn’t blame herself either. She learned thin

hese happen to people who chooses to be brave in love, and she’s happy that she’s one of those people who chose to love you d

knowing that her heart might break in almost irreparable pieces. That ’s a thing that doesn’t happen to everyone. Some people

their lives fearing, evading, or not knowing love at all. You didn’t love her back, or at least you told her so, but she

you, and that’s still love in one of its many form.

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Laro sa Baga(Para kay Tops)

Ikaw at ako

Magkalaro sa

Nagliliyab na baga.

Paindak-indak sa nakakapasong

Init. Init na tumutupok sa takotAt pangambang bumubusabos sa

ating nasang lumaya.

Patalun-talon sa nakalalapnos

na baga. Bawat taas-baba ng

ating mga paa’y masidhing panata

ng pagdurog sa tanikala ng

pangungulilang nakagapos sa ating

mga puso’t kaluluwa.

Sa ibabaw ng mga naniningas

na baga’y maingat tayong

nagpapatintero. Isang hamon

sa ating katauhan ang tumawid

sa itinakdang hangganan. Sa bawat

kapangahasan, sa bawat pagpipilit,

sa bawat pagsuway sa batas ng

laro’y nagtatapos sa mabunying taguan.

Mapanganib man ang pagtatago’y

pumapawi ito ng ating pagkabagot

sa inaasam na pag-iisa. Tunay!

Pag-iisang pilit tinutunaw ng mga

Naglalagablab na baga.

Magkaniig sa init samantalang

nanginginig sa lamig.Magkaulayaw ngunit

Nag-uumapaw sa pamamanglaw.

Ikaw at ako

Magkalaro sa

Humahalakhak na baga.

Carelessly i jump

Thinking that the impact

Of not being caught

Would not shaer these rigid ribs

That guarded my heart

But foolishness came

With its consequence

And i laid there

With a communicated fracture

And a splinted heart

Bones that once oered protecon

Now bore holes

Deep within each layer

Allowing the blood my heart once carefully kept

To ow out like rivers of crimson red

Pale white with deathly shades of purple

I lay there

As You run by my side crying

Asking

Why was i so careless

To jump from such great heights

Thinking that someone would be there

o catch me

EngagementsJohn MacDavid Inocentes

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IkubliMary Harren Espiritu

mga ngiti'y may itinatago

mga galaw mong may kaakibat na pagsumo

hindi man umimik, mata'y sumisigaw sa sakit

bakit kailangang ikubli saya'ng ibabahagi

tatalikod sa katutohanan, lalagpasan ang kas-

inungalingan

wari'y walang napagmamasdan, ngunit katoto-

hana'y kay linaw

mga salitang gumuguhit sa dibdib, ngiti'y

ipangtatakip

diwa ko'y tila na sa langit, katawa'y nailibing,

isip at damdamin naglaho na rin

ibubulong ko na lang, "sana ako ang nandyan"

nakikita kang tumatawa sa piling ng iba, bakitkailangang itago ang nararamdaman?

wasak na kalooban, guta'y gutay na katau-

han

lahat ay lulunukin, wag lang mabuking

ating pinagsamahan siya na lang iibigan

hindi man sa ngayon, magkakapanahon

din.

Tandaan, lihim na pagtingin ay maisisiwa-

lat dinHihintayin maubos man ang dilim

Kumusta KaJannine Galimba

Ako’y walang nagawa nung sa aki’y nagpaalam na. Hindi ko rin inakala na ikaw ay bibitaw rin pala.

Mabilis ang pag-ikot ng mundo, ngunit sana’y ikaw aynanatili sa piling ko.

Kung kaya mang labanan ang sakit at hapdi, lahat ngiyon, oo marahil ay gagawin ko.

Ngunit tulad ng sa pelikula at drama, ang ‘ending’ ay

‘di na dapat ipilit pa Ipauubaya sa tadhana, hihiling na sana’y sa susunod

nating pagkikita,Ang bangungot ng kahapo’y naibaon na

At buong tapang kong sasambitin ang mga katagang- “Kamusta ka?”

Kamusta ka?Malapit mo na bang maabot ang iyong mga pan-

garap?

Siguro nga. O di naman ay natagpuan mo na ang liga-yang hinahanap-hanap‘Wag kang mag-alala ang nangyari sa nakaraa’y akin

na ring gagap.

Kamusta ka?Sa palagay ko’y maligaya ka na sa piling ng iba;

Mahimbing ang tulog sa pagkakayakap niya;At iyo na ring nakikita ang bukas na siya ang kasama.

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