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Kitang kita **** nagniningning ang kanyang mga mata sa malalim na gabi.
Mas maaliwalas pa kaysa sa buwan at sa mga kumikinang kinang na mga bituin.
Kislap... ng kanyang mga mata

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
I did my best and
shared with you my smile
I made you laugh, you made me care
I put on a mask for you to see-
Life's gonna be better for you and me.

Every now and then,
you shed your skin
Firing darts right through me
Doesn't that make you grin?

My happiness is a lie
But I try not to show it
I'll take you to my world
Open your heart, you won't regret it

But don't bring back the past
Please pull me away
Leave or just stay
I won't care anymore~~
And the memory perishes

It was a long time ago.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Tired of replay
again and again and again
When will it stop?
Tell me, when will it end?
Clenched fists,
face plastered with anger
Soul burns with fury,
the beat goes faster and faster
Tip the tables, throw the papers
Let them sob and fear my wrath
I am the ruler, fear my power
Just try and trespass my territory
And let's burn in hell together.
Fire

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
They are blank, blank, blank
Your eyes, they bear nothing
But I sank, sank, sank
Into the depths of this "nothing"

Masked in an expressionless face,
there's nothing more to erase...
there's no beauty, there's no grace
But why do I still go upon your pace?

It's all black, black, black
It's a pool of no return
But you're still back, back, back
How come you survived your left turn?

Bizarre it is, you came through the day
To the flowers a'blooming in the springs of May
Swallowed it whole, the sun's lightning ray
I know I cannot escape, but may I be here to stay?
Your eyes

© Cyrille Octaviano
9/24/15
@ 10:43 am
__________
We can't let the flames spread
or else we'll burn this place.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
I'm just a tree
letting its leaves
be carried
by the wind.
oblivion

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
You were the star that watched me,
twinkling in a vast dim space;
You were the candle in the middle of the room,
sending wisps of smoke in air.

You built a pathway for the microchip,
directing energies from place to place;
You weaved your words into my mind
and left with an unfinished blanket.

The moon was still up in the midst of the day,
the clouds are spouting rainbows as rain.
The years have passed, this flower has not bloomed
Will this ever be the day I awaited?
soon to be or just another trick?

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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