The creative writing class of Leila Staffler for school year 2018-2019 and the creative writing class of Nicole Sablan for school year 2017-2018 collaborate in this literary showcase. <\/p>\n
My Rainbow Room<\/p>\n
By NOE’LANI ROMOLOR
\nKagman High School<\/p>\n
Mama always told me not to come out
\n\u201cStay inside and color your rainbow like everyone else\u201d
\nMama made sure that only daddy could see
\n\u201cWe have a reputation to protect\u201d
\nI don\u2019t know what that means <\/p>\n
My closet is packed with such plentiful style
\nMy colorful jeans and shirts in a neat colored pile
\nMy dad thinks it\u2019s a \u201ccompany disgrace\u201d
\nThe boy next door says it suits my \u201cpretty face\u201d <\/p>\n
I end up grounded when I step out to breathe
\nBut it\u2019s more suffocating out here than it usually seems
\nI feel more unhappy when I look at my rainbow
\nThere is no more light, only secrets and sorrow <\/p>\n
My anger is present when I slam my door
\nI shout colorful words \u2018til my voice becomes sore
\nI see all my things broken and shattered
\nBrings me back to the time my sexuality didn\u2019t matter <\/p>\n
Only it did; my whole life they tried to define me as straight
\nBringing co-workers with daughters they thought I could date!
\nBut I felt disgusted and angry with myself already
\nThey only shoved me farther in the closet when they knew I wasn\u2019t steady<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not my fault I sneak him in at night
\nWhere he would make me smile, my parents put up a fight
\nIt\u2019s not my fault I open up so slow
\nWhere he tells me to embrace it, my parents make me put up a show
\nHe helped me reveal myself without doing me harm
\nHe helped me realize I shouldn\u2019t have to be alarmed <\/p>\n
It still hurts when I know they still don\u2019t accept me
\nI\u2019m still the same person, I just love people differently
\nAnd I know it\u2019s okay now, I just didn\u2019t realize it so soon
\nI\u2019m not the only one who came out of a messy rainbow room<\/p>\n
Mentor: Ms. Leila Staffler<\/p>\n
***
\nNATURE<\/p>\n
By M.A.
\nTanapag Middle School<\/p>\n
THE WOMB OF MANKIND LIES HERE,
\nIT SYMBOLIZES THE START OF LIFE.
\nBUT NOW, IT HAS ADVANCED,
\nFROM BUILDING HIGH, SCALY DINOSAURS,
\nTO THE WITTY, PUNY MAMMALS
\nAND SO FORTH. <\/p>\n
WE STRIVE IN IT, UNPROTECTED,
\nYET CONQUERING WITH OUR WITS.
\nBUT IT IS ALWAYS ARMED,
\nFROM THE VERY START,
\nIT PARALYZES US WITH LIGHTNING,
\nIT BOMBARDS WITH VOLCANOES,
\nIT SHAKES THE MIGHTY EARTH,
\nAND BRINGS US WHISTLING WITH TOMATOES.
\nYET IT HAS ANOTHER FACE.
\nA TOTALLY NEUTRAL OTHER SIDE.
\nTHAT OF PEACE, AND THAT OF SUNSHINE.
\nGOLDEN RAYS PROVIDE THE HEAVENLY LIGHT,
\nWIND AND WATER COINCIDE.
\nBIRDS CHIRP AND TWEET WITH THEIR NEWBORNS,
\nMAMMALS CARING FOR THEIR OFFSPRING,
\nFISH HEADING UPSTREAM TO HATCH.
\nISN\u2019T IT WONDERFUL?!
\nTHAT\u2019S LIFE!
\nWE HUMANS MUST DECIDE,
\nTRASH, POLLUTION, NATURE\u2019S WRATH,
\nOR BETTER, THE CARESSING HAND OF NATURE. <\/p>\n
Mentor: Ms. Nicole Sablan<\/p>\n
***
\nEMOTION<\/p>\n
By M.A.
\nTanapag Middle School<\/p>\n
ONE WORD. THAT\u2019S IT.
\nBUT HOW MUCH IT MEANS.
\nIT\u2019S ANGER, SADNESS, HAPPINESS ALL IN ONE. <\/p>\n
BUT THERE IS MORE.
\nYOU CAN FIND FRETTING FRUSTRATION,
\nSTANDING IN IN A CORNER,<\/p>\n
YOU CAN FIND LUCKLESS LONELINESS,
\nTOTALLY ISOLATED ON AN ISLAND,
\nYOU CAN FIND ECSTATIC EAGERNESS,<\/p>\n
EXPLORING EVERY CORNER EXISTING,
\nYOU CAN FIND SUICIDAL SADNESS,
\nLOOKING BLANKLY INTO A PRECIPICE,<\/p>\n
AND YOU CAN FIND PULVERIZED PAIN,
\nCROUCHING LOW TO THE GROUND.
\nYET THERE\u2019S MORE. <\/p>\n
PANIC, LAZINESS, ADRENALINE,
\nAND STILL YET MORE,
\nEACH AND EVERY ONE AFFECTS YOU<\/p>\n
IN SOME WAY,
\nSO NAVIGATE CAREFULLY,
\nTO NOT GET LOST.<\/p>\n
AND JUST BELIEVE,
\nIT\u2019S JUST ONE WORD.
\nEMOTION. <\/p>\n
Mentor: Ms. Nicole Sablan<\/p>\n
***
\nMy worn-out clock<\/p>\n
By KEGHANI CHAPARIAN
\nMarianas High School<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve got less than a month to pull myself together
\nYet, your name puts me in an unceasing trance
\nI can no longer move, speak or think
\nMy mind is bombarded with soft gray fog
\nThe time is coming to an end
\nBut in a world where my hope is scarce
\nMy courageous heart will find a way
\nA way to weave the last of my nerves into a net
\nA metro catches the pieces of myself which I\u2019ve lost.
\nStill, my worn-out clock ticks
\nI still have time
\nIt is not much
\nBut it is time.<\/p>\n
Mentor: Leila Staffler<\/p>\n
***
\nFun<\/p>\n
By KOEY PAN
\nHopwood Middle School<\/p>\n
Fun. Fun?
\nWell, there\u2019s a few things I do for fun. Let me describe fun first:
\nF is for friends who do stuff together
\nU is for you and me
\nN is for anywhere and anytime at all
\n(Down here in the deep blue sea)
\nOk. So, what I do for fun:
\nF is for phone that keeps you from boredom
\nU is for watching YouTube
\nN is for not reading any types of books
\n(Cause books are not fun to read)
\nNow that\u2019s what I do for fun.<\/p>\n
Mentor: Ms. Leila Staffler<\/p>\n
***
\nTeen Dating<\/p>\n
By JASON JOSE
\nMarianas High School student<\/p>\n
Teen dating is scary in general
\nGenerally thinking you would be happy together
\nTogether, you tell each other lies
\nLies and apologies
\nApology and Fake
\nPromises you never uphold
\nKept on thinking if this is it or what
\nWhat is teen dating?<\/p>\n
Mentor: Ms. Leila Staffler<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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