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You are my warm flame
in this cold, darkened night.
. * • °, (Ɔ ˘⌣˘)♥(˘⌣˘ C) , ° • * .

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Since the day I met you,
there's been this swirl
in the pit of my stomach,
there's this shy little smile
being drawn on my face
whenever I think of you,
and this sense of unrealism
that I could not understand.
❤ abxco ❤

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
parang paskong walang pamilya

parang sabaw na walang asin

parang punong walang dahon

parang gabing walang bituin
A:
Parang tulad ng paglimot ng karagatan sa dagat
At tulad ng paglimot ng ibon sa paglipad

© Nezer Vergara & Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
We trailed through the moonlit road
As I wiped the tears that streamed my face—
Everything was calm, everything was serene
It felt like we were passing by a city
That had long fallen to deep slumber;
Where had once all the rushing cars had gone,
Back and forth, non-stop, as their engines rattled
With much desperation, pleading to rest.

Step by step, we slowed our pace, feeling the cool breeze shying from us
As we came to a halt.
The leaves ruffled, still, and the stars twinkled brighlty.
Everything seemed to come together in perfect harmony.
It all felt quite bizzare yet astounding;
quite frightening yet calming;
quite gloomy yet comforting.
It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before–
Perhaps my heart and mind had finally been at peace
And that the turmoil inside had faded into nonexistence.

• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
Who knew that what a known-to-be ordinary walk
Could turn into a magnificent, almost magical cure-
A cure for the mind that's filled with cloudy thoughts,
And a cure for the heart filled with pain and faults.
But what had truly made things better was..
Having you by my side amidst the whole tranquility
The entire scenery might have felt mysteriously unreal to me
But your presence was my reminder that it was all reality.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
3i
I have endured for so long
Now they'll all be washed away;
In my mind, I was always wrong
Not until you came my way...
cut short

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I could no longer make a poem
For my mind has gone silent
Tried to swallow, choked on words
How pitifully malevolent.

I see my reflection in the mirror
But that wasn't really me
I see pain behind the smile
But the eyes were filled with glee.

Red was the color–
Of the stain on her cheeks
Blue was once the sky
But now it all can't be fixed.

I could not understand
How quick it was to change
But it wasn't entirely true...
Still see me within your range?

I may be what I appear to be
But deep within, I'm scared
Please hold me, don't let go
For all the memories that we shared

I can't assure that I could stay
But I'll still be right here
This love could only grow
Even if I disappear.

Thank you, I'm sorry
This won't be goodbye...
I guess I finally made a poem
And no, I won't say I'll die.
What else to say? Oh, yeah, Hi! :D

© Cyrille Octaviano
01/29/16
@ 8:43 am
When the sky feels down
And the rain starts to pour,
They crawl to their rooms
Hiding behind closed curtains.

They watch, they seek
Keeping that ever gloomy streak
It's alright, but it's not
They're just looking for the ***--

They don't care about the tears
That keep streaming down your cheeks
It's not about the colors of the sky
Nor the hopes and dreams you keep

It's only what glitters
And only what gleams
At the end of the day,
You'll just laugh about nothing...

It's just a silly little tale
About the possessions that they hail...
There lay in their arms,
Withered leaves of lucky charms.
A truly random write...

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
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