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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
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Your life's still on the line.
It's talking to your death.
A deal it demands,
One you would regret.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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
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
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.
We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see
But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me
We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place
We're born with individual talents that no one can erase...

My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide
The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside
We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face
Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace

As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near
But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear
Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction
On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.
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