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Could I keep up with this masquerade?
Before this towering wall crumbles?
Before I could finally open all the windows?
Questions I ask myself

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
As I ran down, gasping for air,
I knew what this might cause.
Every step I take leads to disaster.
I knew it was time, I had to pause.

For every beat of my heart along with the ticking of the clock,
I knew what I was missing. I had to go back.
Remembering all the moments caused me pain.
At least now I know, love and patience is what I lack.

Why have I been involved in this chaos?
Now things seem more complicated.
Darkness, darkness is coming for me.
Everything is changing. Now I'm hated.

Constant thinking. Overthinking.
This is killing me.
It is pulling me back and locking me away.
I want no more. I need to flee.

How can I end this madness?
This is getting out of hand.
There's too little time.
My only option is to move out of this land.

But I know that is not the only way.
For this is all just inside my head.
I urgently need to stop this insanity.
At least without this awareness, I could have been dead.

It is all my fault.
I am the one who have caused this trouble.
I think of solutions, but never put into action.
I know by time, this disaster would double.

I wait and wait.
I am wasting my time for nothing.
Living each day in idleness,
But with little hope, I know there is something...

But how can I go far with this behavior?
I am still lost.
I don't who I am.
I need to decide. Time is running fast

Yes, I know it takes time,
But i keep dreaming about this repeatedly.
Why am I struggling to move on?
Maybe I need to try more proficiently.

I thought I was the hardworking and optimistic type
I was wrong.
I am so ashamed of myself.
Perhaps I have kept this far too long...

Who am I?
The question still bothers me.
I know who I prefer to be,
But i think it is time to show the real me.

I am afraid.
I don't want them to see this beast.
I don't want to know what they'll think of me then.
Once I've unleashed this monster or at least...

I have endured this for quite a long time.
I don't want them to know that this is ravaging me,
But if I don't let it out soon it will devour me.
Still, I am worried. This might define me.

For I do not know my true identity.
But I can tell, how I am in front of you is not show nor an act
Sorry for messing up. You mean a lot to me.
The way I say I love you is indeed a genuine fact.
My very first poem
(A loss for words at the last verse)

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Plays the music
of sweet symphony
Glowing, growing hearts,
my genuine melody
The song goes on
with awe and excitement
perfect and clean 'till
A tick here, a tick there
Where is that from?
Never knew there's a beat
says the metronome.
And it begins, it fades
must crank it to go on
harder and faster
But it stopped.

Scratching and screeching,
give it a little tap.
It plays once again,
but rewinds and rewinds
"Nobody loves you,
Nobody did."
Words I've never heard,
tune was unknown
"It was your time
yet you awoke."

The song intensifies

Walls are crashing,
dreams drifting away
I knew it had to stop.
My ears were bleeding,
eyes were tearing
I didn't have the power
so I let it be...
It never stopped,
but my heart did.
My body, fresh and pure
hiding the decayed inside.
© Cyrille Octaviano
3/15/15
I could have spoken,
but I could not make a sound
These words, they gather,
but they all leave me behind

It wasn't the light
nor the darkness inside-
caging these demons,
I beg them to hide

You're just right beside,
but we're far far apart
You're pulling me through,
please save this withering heart!
– – –
Moments have passed
Now time's being wasted
Everything I knew
has finally fully faded

Raindrops stopped falling;
the well has run dry
I'll walk this path alone
and bid my last goodbye

I could have watched,
but my eyes looked away
Sorry for the fire
scorching your way
Will they blend?

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Nalugmok sa labis na kalungkutan,
ako'y namulat sa katotohanan.
Tila nagbago ang mga pananaw,
ngayo'y pangarap ay di na matanaw.*

Mabibigat na balakid, lahat ay nalampasan
ngunit bakit ang isipa'y nabagabag ng karanasan?
Muling binalikan ang masalimuot na nakaraan,
ibinaling ang tingin sa masahol na pinanggalingan.

Nalason ang isipan sa pag-apaw ng damdamin
ang hapdi at kirot, bumalik lahat sa akin
Matagal na mula nang manghilom ang mga sugat
ngunit nariyan parin bilang tanda ang mga peklat.

Hindi ko labis maunawaan ang lungkot na nadarama
Gulong gulo ang aking isip at hindi makapagpasya..
Tiyak na ang kahahantungan ko'y hindi kaaya-aya
Hanggang sa dulo pa ba ako'y magpaparaya?
Ang mala-dramatikong interprasyon ng aking nakaraan

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
:)
I am your angel
who bathes in the filth of blood
&
You are my devil
who sings on the clouds up above
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
I have a mouth, but I cannot speak.
I have two eyes, but I cannot see.
I have two ears, but I cannot hear.
I have two feet, but I cannot walk.
I have two hands, but I cannot touch;
I cannot feel not even a single thing.
Is this the one, the numbness that I feel?

                    I have a body, but we are apart.
            I am complete, but I feel empty in my  
                                                                     heart.

                    I must be missing pieces of me.
             But I am whole, why can I not see?!
    These holes inside, they cannot be filled.             
             My dilapidated house, must never be
                                                                  rebuilt.

               Please stay away and leave me be.  
            My isolation is what keeps me sane,
                                                         ­                      
                                          ­         **it sets me free
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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