BY KAVOGUE

Dagliang nahahagip ng mga mata

Mistulang mga bituin kapag

nakikita

Umiilaw at umaalab,

Minsa'y tanda ng munting mga

hiling

Madalas ay kaakibat ng natitirang

pag-asa

Seems like stars from a distance

Blazing fiercely across the sky,

Reminders of someone's hopes and

chances,

Eyes are slowly closed, the silence

echoes,

Patiently wishing as these fragments

listen

Stars travel in a linear pattern

guided by a local gravity field

and the chemical reactions

happening within its core.

Conveying a similar trajectory of

lines found in other universes –

like the fashion of how one’s

greatest desires commonly form

outside the line of demarcation

of the human mind.

To the very core of organic chemistry,

organic compounds follow the rule of

"structure dictates function"—the

bonds and atoms that make up a

molecule directly influence its

reactions, its potential, and its

capabilities. So when one is born

broken, when one is built with violent

hands, people assume who they should

be—irrational reactions, wasted

potential, stunted capabilities. It’s

inevitable. And I find it humiliating that

I hope otherwise.

Life is a simple harmonic motion. We

oscillate between the crests and troughs

of life, the amplitudes of happiness and 

sadness, success and failure.

At times when everything seems to

stop (v=0) at these amplitudes, when

we feel that we drained all our (kinetic)

energy, remember that we still have the

potential (energy) within that gives us

force to move on, and continue in our

life’s cycle through time.

You are the wave that struck into my

life,

The seismic wave that shook my

sleepy mind,

The light that brightened up my lonely

world,

The lovely sound that's pleasing to the 

ears.

If our interference did not occur,

I'll just be a particle, motionless in

space.

When you gaze into a mirror, you see yourself. Rather, an image of yourself. You see the wrinkles of your pajamas, the messiness of your hair, some strands tangled together. When you brush your hand through your hair, you see the image do the same. It copies whatever you do, yet it is not you, but a mere reflection of yourself. 

A radiant warmth and engulfing glow

Ignite our memories that feel like home

Each confession of fondness draws out a constellation

Whose light guides the path to your final destination

When my wishes reach the stars and they tell you about it

Please meet me again on a night so heavenly moonlit

One formula makes a functional

molecule

Picked apart, reshaped, and

reconfigured to be better

The same species yet treated so invalid

The exact makeup yet treated so cruel

Is it a crime that you deem me a

stranger

A minority in a world seething with 

hatred

As we breathe the cold air during the

night, we see the moon prevailing

above us, giving us light and hope in a

place surrounded by darkness.

Through the illumination of the light

from the sun, we see the unvalued

beauty of this heavenly object and our

surroundings as the night passes

through our naked eyes.

Rising up from the east and

plunging down to the west, our sun

gives us warmth in our lives. For

the past few billion years, the sun

wasthere bestowing our planet light

and hope of life.

Within the domain of thermodynamics, existence unfurls as a rhythmic interplay with entropy. Much like disorder intertwines with molecules, so too does uncertainty gracefully move through being. In the fabric of time, systems progress toward disarray, reflecting life's capricious path. However, amidst entropy's encompassing influence, lies the allure of adaptation, where the orchestration of chance crafts the harmonies of our collective reality. 

In the atomic ballet, chaos

assumes its position,

Entropy's waltz, a celestial

expedition.

Order disintegrates, an

unyielding flow,

Systems decline, in nature's

rhythmic throw.

Yet, from disarray, fresh patterns

take flight,

Life's harmony, within entropy's

sight.