a song for her (even if she won’t listen) [psychoanalysis]

 
a song for her.
 
 
What’s the use of dreaming?
She always tell me,
As I play my guitar,
Alone with my hotdog pillow
In my room.
 
“Strumming that thing will get you nowhere”
She always tell me,
But I pay no attention to her,
The sound of the strings overpowered her voice
 
“I wish you’d clean your room
Or wash the dishes sometimes”
She said,          l [...]

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memoirs from the jeepney (reader-response criticism)

When I was small, my everyday routine was always confined in my mother’s idea of “keep right.” Whenever my mom would fetch me from school, we always rode the jeepney. Upon stepping into the jeepney, she would carry me until my feet reached the floor, and then the other passengers would hold my arm and [...]

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PEPE (post-colonial criticism)

It was Sunday, not a day but rather a gap between two other days.
 
It is raining hard outside, so hard that Pepe could not hear his shallow pulsating breathing. He is sitting at the right end of the couch while his dog is sleeping on the other end.
 
A bicycle exhibition showcase is running [...]

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She/(structuralism[i think])

She/
 
When I was small,
we joined a field trip together.
`
We passed through the
shadows of tall trees,
then she sat on the
grass, stretched and yawned.
`
She combed my hair
while saying do’s and don’t
on my face.
Her hair was short
and beads of sweat formed in her forehead
because she ran
after me.
`
I saw myself
in her dark brown eyes when she
knelt [...]

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WINDOW TO THE WORLD (marxism)

 
From inside, I looked
at the world through my window.
T’was not a good sight.
I wiped and cleaned the window,
world was beautiful again.
 
Discussion:
            The poem briefly, but concisely, manifests some of the ideas that Marxism espouses: such as that it is based on the belief that people’s consciousness of the condition they live in consequently affect their [...]

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