Claudine Quinon's Writings
|
Short Story
Feb.24.2009
Love Story
It’s been 2 and half months after the accident that causes my amnesia and all my memories were forgotten.After I got out of the hospital I started to study right away and memorieze the names and faces of my classmates and family. It was hard at first but I don’t want to spend my time doing nothing in one whole year and left behind. Morning at the University, my...
|
Poem
Feb.07.2009
More than the universe,
is my love love for you.
Where it is vast as an ocean
and my heart will i bestow to you.
My feelings keep flowing,
like a river that nerver stops,
hatred within my heart is inevitable.
there upon you shine on me.
My mind went blank;
and my body becomes numb near you.
Even you are a devil
that smirks at night.
Your...
|
|
Poem
Dec.31.2008
Bago City, Philippines
A modern world where sinisters loomed
and innocents are cryptic that repose
A fraud genuine true color gloomed
and their pathetic kindness freely pose
A corruption to everybody's mind;
Also a disease to people's right.
Nation's unification that bind;
broken by war that darkened like the night.
Our denizen were plundered by the vile.
our chronicle with growing...
|
Poem
Dec.01.2008
Dec 1, 2008
It has a ghastly appearance
always abandoned by its keeper
Use to onslaught enemies.
Shoot to move onward.
It gain a will of burden
knowing a brutality it will produce
for whoever stangers it hits.
For he who knows itself is broken.
It brings mischievious resistance
that blocks the light of the sun.
Those who oppose it, began to be anxious
Despair had forsaken...
|
|
Poem
Oct.26.2008
Octobe 27, 2008
What is hope to us?
A word that long been extinct.
What is peace to us?
A word worth dying for.
A war for land
and power for politicians.
Thou blood and flesh;
Our sacrifice to gain.
Until the daybreak falls
The game will start over again.
The threat of the game
is punishing us with life.
Harmony? not wuthout peace.
Death? is a game we afraid...
|
Poem
Oct.26.2008
October 27, 2008
The world is a battleground
Where men compete for living
Losing is not an option.
However, despair arose;
And death is the penalty.
Where players are aggressive
To win enough for a gain
Sportmanship shall govern it
But not simple as it be.
Players never play in teams.
Aim higher must dignified;
by doing it step by step
If not it will cramble down....
|
|
Poem
Oct.24.2008
Otober 25, 2008
Ang noong bayang duguan
Na sinakop ng mga dayuhan
Para ibahin ang ating kahapon
At kalayaan natin ay itapon.
Sa ngalan ng mga taong dakila
Ipinaglaban ang kalayaan para hindi maglaho ng parang bula.
Ipinakita na hindi tayo basura
At ipamukha na hindi tayo mukhang barya.
Noon ay Pilipino laban sa dayuhan
Ngayon Pilipino laban sa PIlipino na aking...
|
Poem
Oct.24.2008
October 25, 2008
Shall I deepened the damned to a tempest?
Thou aura more dim and elaborate;
Where tempest does not pick an hour or date
Often nobles neglect and starts to grin
Tragedy seen and fiends are the maker
Agony brought by sinisters don't thin
Darkness arose where God in his slumber
But loose of hope shall not be neglected
Nor tempest shall come and death ought to fade...
|
About Claudine
I am a student at the University of Negros Occidental-Recoletos in the Philippines and a high schooler. i am an average girl and not that smart or dumb. I always wanted to become a writer and known since I read an article about Shakespeare.
Causes Claudine Quinon Supports
Anime of Japan and medieval literature