'Decembers'
Decembers of merry have flown And have left me with but a clone Of something that I once knew But now something that paints me blue.
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Decembers of merry have flown And have left me with but a clone Of something that I once knew But now something that paints me blue.
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The Philippine Space Agency (PhilSA) confirmed on Thursday the launch of South Korea’s Nuri/Korea Space Launch Vehicle-IV (KSLV-IV) from the Republic of Korea.
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I am afraid that I cannot write A happy story⸺imbued with light. For even when I write about the stars, My words find themselves within the scars Of rivers of…
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This creative nonfiction essay was a requirement for my Editing Class as a Literature student at De La Salle University. Contains sensitive themes. Reader…
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The Shenzhou-20 crew eventually returned aboard Shenzhou-21 on 14 November, nine days behind schedule, leaving their replacements without a secure return…
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Should tonight be my last night, I want to leave you this: Know there's nothing else You could've done. There are no more clues You might have missed.
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Through the trees and through the rain, I run from time unfolding in vain. Eager to escape the hold of the past, And jump to the embrace of the future at last.
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As far as I’m concerned, the first man and woman aren’t named Adam and Eve. No — they go by Mother and Father.
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Isang koleksyon ng limang tula na tumatalakay sa pananampalataya, kaligtasan, at pagsumpa.
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The dinosaurs never saw their asteroid coming. At least we’ll die knowing NASA tried to take a picture.
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I've read a lot of books ever since I was old enough to know how, and like Chimamanda Adichie, I noticed that the stories I've read were about foreign…
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President Ferdinand R. Marcos Jr. highlighted the vital role of space science and technology in advancing climate resilience, disaster response, and…
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A woman stands alone at the bus stop. Back slightly crooked, but chin still up high. Strands of silver weave through her dark hair, and her skin catches…
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How does one become significant? How does one transform through creation, connection, and the courage to exist fully⸺even when the world seems too vast, and…
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"And whatever walked there, walked alone." ― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
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“But how do you speak to a granddaughter in her dead mother's stead? Can the responsibility to the dead ever be replaced by the responsibility to the living?”…
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"Almost" seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Never quite reaching. Always just barely.
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A poem inspired by "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie.
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