Teensy Weensy Gal

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‘I Didn’t Write A Line Or Two’

I Didn't (prose)

And I said to myself, “I won’t write about him.” Because all the people that I’ve written about before, I lost them all. Some I lost gradually. Some I lost in an instant. And I can’t stand to lose him. So I kept myself from writing a piece of poetry or a line of my musing of him. I tried hard not to grab a pen and make him immortal in papers. But still, the day came when I lost him. Now, I can’t blame anything or anyone for I didn’t write. I thought that we escaped the curse of my writing, but it turns out that I’m destined to lose people anyway.


Words by MV Sorima

Art from Pinterest (credits to the rightful artist)



I Judged For Midnight Collective’s #GigilSiAko Spoken Word Battle And The Experience Was An Eye-Opener

92.7 Brigada News FM Lucena Will Air My Poem “Paalala ni Mama” Later At LOVELINES 1-3 pm

My former classmate/blockmate who transferred schools when we were freshmen contacted me about this segment they’re doing in a radio station as for internship requirement. 92.7 Brigada News FM Lucena is part of the big family of the Brigada News FM- having their main station in Mega Manila. This segement is called Lovelines and they’re going to feature spoken word poetry and love letters. She asked me to feature one of my Tagalog poem and I gave her my “Paalala ni Mama”.

See the poem here: ‘Paalala ni Mama’

Thankiee for the ever fabulous CJ Tayaban for the sweet gesture of remembering me and giving me this great opportunity☺️Chance to widen my audience a bit haha  I’m happy to help you too! To those outside Lucena, join me in listening later at 1-3 pm thru this link:


Is it a joke we ask ourselves
The life we live, it makes no sense
Are we being played?
And why it’s like we’re predestined to lose?
Stuck in a haze, unable to move.

-excerpt from ONCE UPON A ROUND HAZE by MV Sorima, 9th CHEPC Poetry Writing Contest (4th placer)

Photo by David Labuca

Read the complete poem here: Once Upon A Round Haze

When the going gets tough and words ain’t just good enough, where do poets go?


Words by MV Sorima

Photo from Cosmonail: Alone Illustration Series


If you have only read my mind,
and heard my heart,
and felt my soul,
you’ll be in tears.
You’ll be filled with wonder.
You’ll ask me why,
but I sure won’t be able to answer
because I don’t know either.
I think, it’s just the way it is.
Believe me,
I also wonder why and how I love that much.



Words by MV Sorima
Photo from Once Upon A Time (TV Series)

‘Hiling’ (Wish): A Debut Spoken Word Poetry Performance

This is my piece entitled HILING. I performed this in a spoken word poetry performance last March 31, 2017 in our #Tag2Youth variety show in Intro to Mass Communication. Nikko Artuz sung to the tune of Hiling by Mark Carpio before and after my performance. It was indeed memorable, well isn’t every ‘first’ is?

I stumbled in some words, and I forgot some lines HUHU. Still, I was able to pull it off through God’s grace. Before, I never thought that I can do such thing. I remember watching Juan Miguel Severo, a famous spoken word artist here in the Philippines. I admire him a lot. As I listened to him, I fell for the art, but I said to myself that I won’t be able to do that. For me, it’s like too much. Then, this happened. I feel like I am unstoppable now. Never thought that only one forced performance will unleash me into this art that I am swooning over ever since.

Thank you Mary Joy Bacolod for the opportunity. She’s the director of our variety show. I owe this to her for she arranged this part that showcased a budding talent. Also, Nikko Artuz will never be forgotten because he’s a part of this wonderful experience!

'Hiling' my first ever spoken word performance, March 2017 (6).jpg
(c) Dom Mangubat


MV Sorima

Sabi ng mga nakatatanda,

huwag daw madaliin ang pag-ibig.

Sapagkat para itong pagtalon sa isang

karagatang may rumaragasang mga alon.

Ang pagsuong ay dapat tantyahin

nang ikaw ay huwag magkamali.

Kailangan mong huminga nang malalim

bago tumalon sa isang madilim na yungib na

wala kang kasiguraduhan kung ano ang ikinukubli.

Sabi ng mga nakatatanda,

huwag daw madaliin ang pag-ibig.

Nakinig ako sa kanila.

Ginugol ang bawat sandali na

mapalago ang aking sarili.

Hindi hinahanap ang pag-ibig,

sapagkat ito ang sayo’y huhuli.

Hanggang sa isang araw, nakita kita.

Bumuka ang langit.

Nasaksihan ko kung paanong nagkakulay ang mundo

na dati pala’y tanging puti at itim.

Ngayon alam kong handa na ako,

at ikaw ang pinipili ko.

Ikaw ang gusto ko.

Ang tayo ang gusto ko.

Sabay tayong bumulusok patungo sa mga

bagay na sabay nating tutuklasin.

Pagbigyan mo naman sana ang aking hiling.

Dahil sa maniwala ka man o sa hindi,

sasabog na ang aking dibdib.

Sapagkat labis kitang ninanais.

At sana…ako din ang iyong piliin. 

P.S. There’s a video of me performing this piece. Still waiting for it tho… Will be posted soon when I get it.

Nikko Artuz (c) Dom Mangubat

My Muse.jpg

Once Upon A Round Haze

Is it a joke, we ask ourselves

The life we live, it makes no sense

Are we being played?

And why it’s like we’re predestined to lose?

Stuck in a haze, unable to move.

The very best, we already give

But life’s a selfish to give us a bid

Oftentimes, we don’t get what we want and need

Even all that we had,

Are taken from us all at once.

Are we in a circle?

Started somewhere and ended up there again

Unable to go to the place we lust after

Like a body drowning despite fighting

The terrible waves of mistakes and failing.


Yes, we were

Yes, we still are

Maybe tomorrow’s gonna be a huge mist too

Is it postponed, our breakthrough?

Will there be a time

When someone will explain

All our losses which despise respite?

Are they really worth it?

Are they?

Every waking moment we hope

That we finally understand

Our sole purpose in this oblate-spheroid world

Maybe we can forgive

Every pain which dampened our souls.

Every sleeping moment we pray

May the stars please align for us

Let the days ahead work for me

I want my moment…

My pedestal

One day, I’ll no longer be in a round haze

One day, I’ll comprehend all the wondering

One day, I am to set free and find myself

Going out of the circle and making my own shape

I hope I will, I hope we will.

P.S. This is the poem who gave me the 4th place in the Poetry Writing Contest- English, in the 9th CHEPC, a press conference for Tertiary Campus Journalists➡ Bagged Two Awards Even Under Tremendous Stress|CHEPC|Feature Writing|Poetry Writing|.

We were asked to write in a free verse, a poetry in which you’ll associate a shape to a certain emotion.


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