Each time you cross my mind, Pressure's telling me you're mine, And when I close my eyes, I knew that was one of my lies. I assumed that forever was true, But truth sucks; I don't have you, In Earth there's no such thing, If someone believes, he's hallucinating! Oh, fine I'm a kind of… Continue reading Erroneous
I hate Math, do you? Actually, I can’t probably think of what to write in this article, maybe because I need to or I have to? But the main point here was that, I am able to put the pieces up and start doing this feature story that I wish you might want to enjoy… Continue reading Forever says: Why do we have to love Math?
It's a sunny afternoon in exile, When I first saw your gorgeous smile, My eyes response a twinkling glee, My heart seems to jump and flee. I remember the times you looked at me, Captured the moments while we're happy, That was the day my heart walks into you, Oh, baby, it's love,… Continue reading “EMOUVOIR”
“Walang Rape sa Bontoc” is one of the most powerful and moving documentaries that I have watched. It discusses varieties of clear evidence which pertain to their main project or issue. It illustrated the highlights behind the true reasons and problems in the said topic. First, the screenplay and cinematography were really good because it… Continue reading “Walang Rape sa Bontoc” or Bontoc is a Rape less Society (Documentary Review)
By: Veronica Joy Polidario I glance up and perceived you again, Your burnish never fall shorts, Seeing you vivid up and all the way, Painstakingly takes my breath away. Stars, stars, I adore thee so much, Sky indeed it’s your gift so flamboyant, Found myself wedged for a moment, I stare and swear for… Continue reading Amorous Far and Wide
All about that 'V' "We can get it up in any position. Our shorts are tighter than our game. We can handle a little floor burn every now and then. We're always gonna hit it hard. We'll play with you indoors or outdoors. Balls never hit the floor and we'll get a touch on all… Continue reading All about that ‘V’
By Veronica Joy M. Polidario There in my silent empty room, Playful memories start to bloom, You hugged me tight and hold my hand, Our feelings seem to have no end. There came inside my cold and lifeless room, Your image and those melting brown eyes, You treated me never as cold as ice, The… Continue reading Bivouac