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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
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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...