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Feb 2015 · 1.4k
A deadly rose
The hours are fading
And withering in
Upon her blossoming cheeks
Yet ruthless skin.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
To my dear old friend,
My first words said.
Oh how far we've come
Won't you share me some?
Some stories of your life,
But not that with a knife.
I'll share mine too
If you give me a clue-
How did we reach
A feisty breach?
Oh, remember that road
With a croaking toad?
That's where it all started
When white clouds darted
Our ignorant eyes for us to see
Now mind's filled with glee.
Seeing familiar faces
From all sorts of places.
Finally rung the bell
There it ended as well.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Feb 2015 · 692
Momentum
Sharp eyes watching
from side to side
Each move, blood arises
Wrong word, pulls the trigger.
Water's boiling inside the freezer
Open the door, molten lava.
Look up high, see the stars
coming down with wrath and fury.

Wishing it to rain
Of flaming arrows
Hiding beneath the shell
Of a fossilized snail.
Whisper a name
to a quiet breeze
And finally goes on

**Never to be seen.
Explains what I feel at the moment.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Feb 2015 · 501
...
...
The truth lies within
Into the deepest, darkest tunnels
But no one should ever enter...
It's where all our nightmares gather.
:)

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Feb 2015 · 409
Let me fix this.
Lost in the time,
When love seems to fade away
Lost in the time,
When you asked me to stay.
Your eyes watching silently,
Each step that I take.
Heart seems to move coherently
With a smile that is fake.
You let me be
In the arms of a new lover
If only you knew,
I was fooled when I was sober.
Mouth begins to stammer
When I repeat your name.
Heart was pounded with a hammer,
Our love can never be the same.
But deep down, I know
That you love me still
This time I'll show,
Your heart's hole - I can fill.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Feb 2015 · 377
?
?
Tell me how,
Tell me now.
Tell me why,
But not a lie.

I shall rise from a heartbreaking pain
And you will see that I will reign.
Look deep within and see my sorrow
That's your last peak, there's no more tomorrow.

Can't make me stay
Even for a day
You once saw me shimmer
Now I'll be dimmer

Yesterday was a long time ago
All I could remember was I had a foe
I thought you were a sweet, little angel.
But that is only if one looks from an angle.....

Now they're coming,
Strings are strumming
I have to run
This will be fun.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
The wind was what I feared
So I pulled the covers, tuck myself in
and hid until it passed.
I awoke the next morning to a cheery, sunny day.
I stepped out outside, but
started screaming at the breeze.
I ran back, closed all the windows,
untied all the curtains
and was left all alone in the dark.
I breathed in and out slowly until
I started to fear the air that filled my lungs.
I tried to stop thinking, but
just couldn't find the switch.
I started banging my head against the wall
and cried endlessly to the noises inside my head.
It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't go away.
So I slept.

*And found myself smiling in the end.
The fear gradually grows until there comes a time that it abruptly takes over and consumes us whole.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Jan 2015 · 316
.
.
Your life's still on the line.
It's talking to your death.
A deal it demands,
One you would regret.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Jan 2015 · 445
Through the phase
While the stone awaits in a lengthy span of time,
The blue curtain blankets its soul;
Waiting to turn into dust, into light
Into non-existence
'Till the gems of the sea washes up ashore
Just as the clouds of disarray
Spits out the last specks of light
As it blends with the mist.
And into the far distance, the stone awaits
Down goes the last drop
Won't rotate the hourglass
Its time is up.
A poem started by Frank Lloyd A.K.A. Tiger and finished by me.
A sort of random poem. It's worth to try.

© Frank Lloyd Manalang
© Cyrille Octaviano
Dec 2014 · 1.5k
Go on before it's too late
Reverse the clock,
Step in and ripple.
Find the key to this lock
Don't need help from people.

All alone you were,
But no need to be afraid.
Don't need to start a war
It's no game. It is not played.

I told you several times,
But you stop and rewind
I'm finally losing rhymes,
Please make up your mind!

Think and you'll see,
It won't go on forever
Your heart wants to flee
The flames of life's fever.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Dec 2014 · 2.4k
Soul Alone
I meet your eyes
You don't even see me
You hardly respond
When I whisper
Hello

Could be my soulmate
Two kindred spirits
Maybe we're not
I guess we'll never
Know

My own mother
You carried me in you
Now you see nothing
But what I wear

People ask you
How I am doing
You smile and nod
Don't let it end there

Put me
Underneath God's sky and
Know me
Don't just see me with your eyes

Take away
This mask of flesh and bone and
See me
For my soul

*alone
This is a poem from the book: 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher. In the book, the poem was written by the character named Hannah Baker.
The poem really explains what she's going through.
Dec 2014 · 2.4k
More than just a stone
A hollow stone,
Strong and sturdy.
Slowly weakening;
Corrupted by weather.

Try to dab,
Feel the cracks
Whisper one word,
Enjoy it crumble.

Eyes open,
Switch: off
Grinning and laughing,
Repeatedly cursed.
A random poem I made when I was bored.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Dec 2014 · 791
Untitled
The ground is trembling!
Mother, mother, why is it so dark?
What is that? A glowing beam!
Begone awaken souls!
Run, run, but only to return.

*© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Dec 2014 · 26.8k
Oh Beloved Country
My country is an old book with a crumbly, dusty cover;
original and valuable
Like a book, you don't judge it by its cover.
What's inside it is what defines it.
Gently open it;
Read each word with heart,
Uncover its uniqueness
till it brings delight.
Find the book enjoying,
You'll never wish for it to end.
You'll read it one more time,
You'll show loftiness to it.
Oh, fellowmen, we're proud of our country
Even if we're not;
Our mouths say we are, but our hearts deny.
Oh beloved country,
We discerned ourselves
through judging you
because of our own fault.

**© Frank Lloyd Manalang, 2014
A poem written by my best friend, Frank
About nationalistic spirit
Nov 2014 · 797
She
She
There was this little girl,
So innocent and pure
Until there came a day,
a trap-she was lured.

She tasted cruelty;
violence unveiled
before her very eyes.
A surprise was then revealed.

The world showed the truth;
The mask was uncovered,
Behind all the beauty,
Evil was discovered.

She wept and wept
day after day
With her helpless little heart,
the demons came to play

She did nothing more
and nothing less
Instead, isolated herself
from all the rest.
Revising another poem from the past

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 589
Truth's punishment
Staring into a blank wall,
Seeing shades of grey
Droplets of blue diamonds
He won't let them stay

Nearing the home,
withdrawing the heart.
Once a week he goes away
paying the debt; playing his part

The storm starts to fade
after he hushes the wind
The rage that once boiled,
froze into a friend.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 2.5k
Reminiscence
And I start to reminisce
each moment slowly
I shut my eyes,
remembering your smile
I shut my ears,
remembering your voice
Why must I weep
over a ghost that
fails to haunt me?
Is it the part of me that believes
that what I dream is possible?
Come back into my loving arms
and whisper to me my name
I don't think you know
who I truly am, but
only until we meet
*again.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
The one I once was
Tiny, puffy clouds
were once above my head
My feet were there below,
steady and firmly placed.

I can walk a straight path
with no complications
Even in twist and turns
and a loss of directions

Rarely do I trip
or dangle from the branches
The weeds are growing taller
but facile to remove.

I traveled further
in the long, narrow streets
The constant flickering lights,
a very mysterious aura

I headed straight,
but something made me turn
the clouds were on my feet
I suddenly disappeared.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 499
Alone
Sitting here alone
in an empty, tranquil room
I've got nothing left to fear
than time itself colliding

I entered the phase
and went back in time
those teary-eyed souls
helpless and desperately calling

A heart who seeks revenge
being repainted from time to time
All the chaos it has encountered
tragedies, death, and sorrow

Although happiness fills in,
it overflows and bursts
An unfathomable hole
where the beast loves to creep

Eye to eye, we gazed
there, it struck me
This phantom I only met
by then took my awakening

Out of the blue, they came
their voices growing louder
serenity is fading
My solace, abruptly chopped.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 278
Own Quote
"The days of the past formed the future, but I guess the lessons weren't enough."
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 587
Past Life
Home is where my heart first shattered
And sought things unimaginable
Quenching for love and enlightenment,
Seeking for guidance and hope
My days were once evergreen
And raging red as my blood stirs and flows
Denying the pity as each eye stares
Watching each flower bloom
Then slowly rot and perish

A huge pail of liquid was showered upon me
And air turning cold as ice
The room was covered in a blackish-gray cloud
That growled and thundered
Leaving a mark that no one could hide
People see beauty in times of merriment
But I see mine in my hard, abandoned shell
I could no longer speak for no one would listen
Why would I aim for a goal that was never there?
All there is, is a dusty shelf
That mourns and weeps
Waiting for it's master's return
In the days that were long gone.
A poem from the depressed.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
What is that I see?
Something from afar
I went out to reach it
My savior, at last you've come!

A gentle touch on the arm,
all the memories came before me.
Eternal peace I sought
I found when you came along.
when depressed...  a way to end it all :/

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 8.2k
Complicated
Time seems to go by,
but pause at the same time.
The earth rotates,
but why can't we notice?
The volcanoes are erupting,
but nothing comes out.
The tides are high and strong,
but doesn't seem to impact.
(being dramatic)
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Unaware
Spilled the water
but did not mind.
Worry not,
it can go on it's own.
Clear it up
it's up to you
Let it dry and
watch it go in a blink of an eye.

You chose to take a step
and there it was.
Colored with dirt
all around and left a mark
You thought it was funny,
but see who's laughing now.
Fine by me
No hellos, no goodbyes.
A random poem that came out of nowhere. (from the "before" time)

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 31.5k
Waves
Like the waves
clashing against one another
Struggling to keep up,
but aware of the power

Rising up,
streaming down
rushing and hurdling
coming ashore

As the sun radiates
illuminating the water,
I can see crystal clear
there is hope.
My poem from before.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 911
Hoodie
Under the shade
of my shadow,
where only warmth
I can feel
No judging how it's burning,
but with only "why"
to put it out.

This passionate fire raging,
accompanied by skipping beats
of a drum;
No wonder why I stayed here
it's fuel never runs out.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 264
Untitled
I've met my downfall
now here I am to rise
spreading thin sheets
of layer
and a finishing coat
of dust

It all began
these tiny orbs i see
in the corner
of my eyes,
a spark that's made
of glee
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Nov 2014 · 6.6k
Tears
Tears that seem so plain
never enough without a reason
Always on the back of my mind,
thoughts loose like blood dripping
Can't you see I bear crystals
from picking thorns off a rose?
Every night I dive into the ocean
swimming freely with electric eels
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014

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