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I am a ghost
among the crowd,
silently looming

The predictability
of the unpredictable,
I linger

At my most,
I take on form,
ever looping

To retain,
To disperse,
To lay low or regain

I wish to be still
At a constant zerø,
if you may please

But I—
spread too thin
or dense too quick;

I will forever remain
in this gentle cycle
rinsed in chaos.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Confined in the bubble of thought,
I sit before this room
the pitchers, the glasses,
the paintings on the wall
The portal behind the window pane,
beholds madness in one's eyes
the cracks, the chipped paint,
the ombre imprint of life

Stroke by stroke, line by line,
you tear your life away
Coloring in the drafted frames
then bind them with a gauge
So much dust have accumulated
more than enough to see your tracks
But turn to a blind eye,
and exhale the puff of smoke


The Bedroom In Arles

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Had I let time and weather reach this minuscule pebble
that it had let itself be tainted with powdered pistachio

Had I been so grateful to put it out of its misery
tossed into the river of ever-flowing ink, varnished by the sun
another stone ?

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I am a passive vacuum cleaner
inhaling all the toxicity.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
I was lonely
With nothing to do
But an acquaintance said merrily:
Come with with me, I need you

I trusted and followed her
Hesitated a little
Until we got to where
Stands a tree you cannot belittle

At first, I thought it was boring
But as time passed, I found out it was special
She introduced me to the tree so mesmerizing
Together, we made memories with the tree so special

Everyday with her and the tree
Is like spending days in heaven
Until one day, with her and the tree
I hurt her deeply for I was mistaken

She was my best friend
And I hurt her so deeply
But I didn't make amends
Because I thought she would forgive me so easily

Alas, I was wrong
Silence is what I got
I treasured the tree so strong
Than the girl who helped me find the happiness I sought

I knew the tree wanted to help
It tried to help fix the friendship I broke
I knew the tree tried to yelp
But my friendship with her already choked

She never came back
It's only me and the tree
But other people saw the special tree and attacked
Now they stole the tree from me

The two things I held in my heart so dearly
Was taken away from me, without further ado
Now I'm once again lonely
With nothing to do
I never wanted the friendship to end
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