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[1]
C rippling from the stares of the
Y ears that behold when
R eality struck quick
I rradiating where I abode, exposing the
L ife I wished to have not known
L iving in a masquerade to have
E nticed myself into the brink of the unknown
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© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I see the darkness of the clouds,
You see the silver lining;
I see the shadow of the night,
You see the light surrounding

I feel the coldness of the winter,
You're the fireplace beside;
I may seem as icy, but
You're the warmth I try to hide

It has always been "No", but
You keep on insisting "Yes"
Unlike me, you're a ball of hope
For now, just let me rest.

* *
Chosen word: "No"
- Was used as an implication of being pessimistic

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
[4]
I scrambled my thoughts
in search for words yet I lost
myself in the way.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
You remind me of daffodils...
Oh, how silly life had been
T'was all so sweet, but I was left with your after taste
Given Subject: Lemons
When Life Gives You Lemons...

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
[6]
raindrops from above
forming into clouds; ignites
twice—the spark of joy
The color Blue and Ice cream, the food :D

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
[8]
The sea
kissed the shore as
they intertwined; cocooned
by long-forgotten memories

*dissolved
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Let not fear be a hindrance
To the things you wish to say or do
And so as the gloom of day
Keep you static, unmoving

Supress no longer
The emotions you bottled within
And let your thoughts ascend
Unto their own paths

* *

Endure the flow;
Leave the circuitry be
Let the pulsations persist;
Let yourself feel a moment for once

Or must the weight of the shadow remain to envelop you
Unless you choose to break away–
Not only shall the sunshine touch your skin,
But the crystals be absorbed and dissolved
"Feel the rain on your skin" - a one line song lyric serving as an epigraph of the poem

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I keep on turning
and skipping pages,
blank as they may be

Reckless enough to
lose them in the way,
still continuing

Life had given me
another book to
be written upon

And yet here I am:
starting and stopping
on a blank canvas

* *
"Unwritten" - title of a song
( 5 - 5 - 5 )

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
It's racing through my blood,
Once a puddle, now a flood.
Lighting fire to my every limb,
You're so good as I breathe you in.
We all need something.
Grace.
Love.
Compassion.
Trust.
But my days have been spent judging,
myself mostly, but others if I find I must.
It's a disposition
An antithesis of helpfulness.
I desire to speak life, to give life, to live life
freely...
But I have been stuck in a pit.
And I cannot dig myself out.
And I cannot sit myself down
And say, "what you are feeling is ok.
You are not ruined,
And you're just learning to stay."
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