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Took a little walk
down the empty streets
Not knowing that you'll be the friend
to come along with me.
Picking flowers along every aisle
Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet
But I never knew for sure
that they'd die soon, all the same.

crash, clash, dash, smash

Told you to stay, to not take the risk,
but you still took a step--

The road has been paved
with the broken glass
of shattered promises.

Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies
Obscure imagery, my mind creates-
that my eyes can never see.

Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary

May have picked the rubbles
to reconstruct the whole,
but you built a peephole instead.
It could have been
my first time to see,
but the picture was blurred.
The bold sentence came from a book.
Originally dedicated to my beloved friend, Jerrika :)

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Drove away, broke the breaks
Closed my eyes... where am I now?
Perhaps I've sailed
too close to the sky.
Rowing and rowing,
unminding the splinters.
To bleed just a little
And bleed more and more.

If I'd fly an airplane,
I'd explore the seas
To chuckle underwater
watching a submarine burn.
Went a little insane
or so I was told.
Said they'll build me a fortress,
but they'd call it an asylum.

They'd always visit
when most are fast asleep
Running back and forth
as their tails touch the floor.
I love how their eyes glisten,
clustered stars in a black hole.
But they only saw me once
through the window on the door.

Freed at last!
Or so I thought.
They gave me shelter -
the finest they had.
Pinpointing I was happy
whilst their words deny
So mute the sound,
see how they open their mouths.

Maybe I was stable
so they let me be.
But the more I stay,
the more I drift away.
They may see the goodness,
but I only see the sins.
Crawled back to my asylum -
**the place where I should be.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Just as I was about to sail through calm waters, a tidal wave emerges
tossing my ship on a lone island, beautifully wrecked.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again
"My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence."  -Edmond Rostand
My fav. quote
I am the snow, may bring joy or pain.
May want me gone or want me to stay.
You're caught in the blizzard yet you still don't know...
Leave now, I know you wouldn't like the show.

I'll leave a trail for you to know my presence
Don't take it the wrong way that I'll always be cold
Spring will come and flowers would bloom soon
First thing to do is the weeds, to prune.

I know you're a flower and I was your sun
But you see the moon ruled and took over.
The night was young, but seemed so hazy
Got lost in the fog, goodbye my daisy!
So I decided too quickly...

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
I never thought I would ever see a beautiful face with a kind heart.
When I look into your eyes, I feel happiness inside my heart.
Are you an angel that came before me to wipe the tears in my heart?
You are a gift from above, how I wish to be your friend and never be apart.

Your beauty amazes me, you are my inspiration.
I know I'm not worthy, but you can count on me on any situation.
You can trust me, I'll make you happy, here's my shoulder to cry on.
I'll do everything to make you happy, look at me you've got my attention.

How I wish you could give me a chance to prove my worth as your friend.
You're my dream come true, I hope to walk with you along the road with no end.
'Cause to be with you brings happiness in my heart.
An angel that brings me joy, please don't break my heart.

© Hans Quintanilla, 2014
A dedication poem by: Hans Quintanilla
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