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The silence filled my lungs
And all I could think of
is the air I breathe.
Silence Screams.
Sometimes Quiet Is Violent.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I love the way
his lips curl
and his eyes crinkle
whenever he smiles

I love how
he makes silly faces
and laughs so loud
whenever he's with me

He would randomly call
at random times
just to hear my voice
and for me to hear his

It was those
midnight talks
with him that
made me fall harder-

I was madly in love.
He would sing
me songs to sleep
and kiss me goodnight

He would hold
my hand
and hug me tight.
How I loved those moments.

Those moments
that I wished
could last forever
but they didn't.

I thought I finally
found the one
I'd spend the rest
of my life with

But I was
blind enough to believe
that I could have
a fairytale of my own.
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But it's okay
I'm fine , no worries.
It's just another nightmare
and I'll soon wake up.

It's always the same-
The same old story

© Cyrille Octaviano
07/14/16 | 11:20 pm
all she had to do was to hide--
how broken she was inside

it was that simple

but here she was:
pouring her heart out
crying out all the pain

not in the rain

she wiped her tears off
she felt better now--
fired a gunshot to her head.

it was that easy--
trickling blood
down the drain.
© Cyrille Octaviano
07/13/16
@ 9:48 pm
Call My Name
Before I Wake
For When I Wake
Your Soul–I'll Take
Just sleep.
Just dream.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
She was fond of the light
Yet he kept her in the dark

Her smile faltered
Her heart grew weary
I knew she was tired.

But despite that,
She still clings onto hope
That maybe one day

One day...

Things could go back
To the way they were
Before her eyes went dim

And she could no longer see
the light.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Solemn, somber,
do you ever wonder?
What dreams we've lost
what was the cost?
We gave up all we had.
to our hearts we played faithful
to our hearts that were frail.
I'm smiling but I'm sunken
seldom slumber, awakened
these nightmares, we will shake them.

This haunting will fade,
this everlasting, forbade
from the grand sleep
a phantom, a shade
Whispering, a wick
burning slowly in the dark

Minutes mumbled
seconds slurred
time was timid and blurred
furlongs faded
miles masqueraded
and light years - what's the word?
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