Monday, October 24, 2011

A Poet's Curse

A Poet's Curse
by Roy dela Cruz

Verses don't just happen
They don't float in the air
And picked up by the poet
To be pasted on his paper

They are dug deep within
The core of the poet's soul
So you sometimes hear a faint heartbeat
As you read each and every verse

Yes, each line of the poem
Is a part of the poet's pain
A parcel of his being
Or even the core of his existence

Such is the curse of the poet
To go through all those pains
And breathe out through verses
All the pains that have been felt

Verses don't just happen
They are part of a poet's curse

October 23, 2011
9:27 p.m.
Angeles City

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Kill Me Now!

Kill Me Now!
by Roy dela Cruz

Kill me now!
Let go of that guillotine
It's been hanging above my head
for too long
Why prolong the agony?
The anticipation
is worse than the pain
Haven't I suffered enough?
Do you really find joy
in seeing me suffering?
What have I done?
Can't you grant one last favor?
Put an end to all of these

September 7, 2011
6:00 p.m.
Angeles City