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So cruel and ruthless,
So ugly and toothless!
Such Ice-cold betrayers,
Such chronic naysayers!
Band of pesky thieves
And withered old leaves!

Chaos ocean-wide!
Demons side by side!
A sailing black cyst
Pushes through the mist
Such anger and strife,
Threatens all sea-life!

A curse compels them
To shoot, thrash and ram
Every ship on sight!
Every passing night,
The waters run red
With all the crews dead!

Souls forever snared!
Never really cared!
With each raid fulfilled
Their decay is healed
Life-force of those slain,
Used to mend their pain!

Sickness of the sea!
Spreading wild and free!
Death lies in its wake,
The whole world’s at stake!
None can slow its course,
None can stop this force!


*Sea-lurking Terror by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
 Jul 2015 Cyrille Octaviano
ahmo
I don't seem to belong.
To the beating hearts, the
worn out, dirt-stained,
wry,
perpetually filthy
bluejeans.
I just am.
And how can that be enough?
I am a sheep in a flock
without such a heart.
For if wool covered potential,
any of my skin would be detrimental.
How can such a beast feel
stuck between an
immovable slab of concrete
and what is actually real.

Listen to life unapologetically.
For if there is no response,
remorse may go unmuted,
but unheard.
The only problem
worth deeming absurd
is that I was given this
flesh-filled, ruddy red *****
with a broken bridge
leading a trite path
to spoken word.
You
You make the light shine brighter
And the weight feel lighter,
And you open my eyes to the new,
So now my heart will love more
Than it could do before,
And that's all because of you.
I feel like I'm floating outside of my body.
And I can't get back in
I'm locked out
I don't have a key to myself...
sometimes i am
sometimes I'm not
sometimes my mind tights into knots.
sometimes it's pain
sometimes it's bliss,
yesterday's burn
today's a kiss.
 Jul 2015 Cyrille Octaviano
niamh
A life without love
Is like a night sky without the stars.
It's still there,
Just not quite as beautiful
And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.
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