By: April Hazel Gay dela Cruz
Bloodshed moon and indigo sky,
Witness how heaven and earth ply.
Humid ghastly blanket of life,
Gravity doth exist with strife.
Powder on the crimson-soaked ground.
Colored paper with worth not found.
Ceased time lost passions adjourned.
Rust springs on knobs that never turned.
Tentative Title: "Peace"
2010
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Most of the poems from this blog are currently being further developed. I have temporarily removed 33 selected and previously posted poems, from the published entries, but left four poems posted for sampling purposes (two are in English and two in Filipino). The temporarily unavailable poems might be posted again some time in the near future.
I was never an English major (or the like). I just grew up exposed to languages, prose and poetry, and was brought up to express my thoughts / what I believe in.
I was never an English major (or the like). I just grew up exposed to languages, prose and poetry, and was brought up to express my thoughts / what I believe in.
