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Nalugmok sa labis na kalungkutan,
ako'y namulat sa katotohanan.
Tila nagbago ang mga pananaw,
ngayo'y pangarap ay di na matanaw.*

Mabibigat na balakid, lahat ay nalampasan
ngunit bakit ang isipa'y nabagabag ng karanasan?
Muling binalikan ang masalimuot na nakaraan,
ibinaling ang tingin sa masahol na pinanggalingan.

Nalason ang isipan sa pag-apaw ng damdamin
ang hapdi at kirot, bumalik lahat sa akin
Matagal na mula nang manghilom ang mga sugat
ngunit nariyan parin bilang tanda ang mga peklat.

Hindi ko labis maunawaan ang lungkot na nadarama
Gulong gulo ang aking isip at hindi makapagpasya..
Tiyak na ang kahahantungan ko'y hindi kaaya-aya
Hanggang sa dulo pa ba ako'y magpaparaya?
Ang mala-dramatikong interprasyon ng aking nakaraan

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
:)
I am your angel
who bathes in the filth of blood
&
You are my devil
who sings on the clouds up above
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
I have a mouth, but I cannot speak.
I have two eyes, but I cannot see.
I have two ears, but I cannot hear.
I have two feet, but I cannot walk.
I have two hands, but I cannot touch;
I cannot feel not even a single thing.
Is this the one, the numbness that I feel?

                    I have a body, but we are apart.
            I am complete, but I feel empty in my  
                                                                     heart.

                    I must be missing pieces of me.
             But I am whole, why can I not see?!
    These holes inside, they cannot be filled.             
             My dilapidated house, must never be
                                                                  rebuilt.

               Please stay away and leave me be.  
            My isolation is what keeps me sane,
                                                         ­                      
                                          ­         **it sets me free
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Here we go
She screams my name
I frown, she laughs
I walk away
Stampedes my chest
I clench my fists
The door is closed,
I mope and cry
The anger strikes
I claw my way
Tear no more,
my bleeding heart
This place's too tight,
The house has gone wild
'Till when could I say
that it'll all be alright?
Just another day that I couldn't breathe

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Submerged underwater—stayed right there,
letting my body loose and my eyes slowly open.
I took a breath and watched as the bubbles
escape from my nostrils—I could clearly see this
vast blue ocean before me as I drift away from
All I Once Knew.
Sunk back to the phase of being kept in the womb
My mind has now been refreshed, awaken.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
I could not deny
these feelings inside
Voices are roaring,
there's no place to hide.

Droplets of sweat;
blood staining the carpet
Walls stripped bare,
I await this comet.

To the stairwell I go,
oh, starry, starry night.
Come and take me away,
tomorrow meets *tonight.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
  Jun 2015 Cyrille Octaviano
Eris
Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee

Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"

Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick

Are you numb?
Can you not feel?                          
My love for you is real*

                                                          ­                              To you I long to show
                                                            ­         Your words that bleed and blow
                                                            ­                   I long to make you listen    
                                                      ­          To keep me in your arms of heaven
                                                          ­                             To you I wish to speak
                                                           ­         Of words of mine, not to be bleak
                                                           ­                           I long to make you feel
                                                            ­                            Love with all its thrill
                                                          ­                         Maybe then we'd be free
                                                            ­                   From our hearts' animosity
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