Submissions by billywaise (Billy Waise)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
whatasay...
Wicked
#ShortStory
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1:19 A.M.
#lyrics
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Cruces
#LifeStruggles
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Loosing me
I have seen it fall apart
now I'm getting over it
look at my heart
building bridges away from you
I feel lost into these dark
where the truth ainīt hard to find
look at me now
burning bridges as I run
turning memories to dust
Now I'm ready
Now I'm free, to start again
Now I'm free from your deceive
watching' slow motion
as you get closer to me
Like oil and water
I'm falling out apart
every time
every sign
looking the truth...
now I'm getting over it
look at my heart
building bridges away from you
I feel lost into these dark
where the truth ainīt hard to find
look at me now
burning bridges as I run
turning memories to dust
Now I'm ready
Now I'm free, to start again
Now I'm free from your deceive
watching' slow motion
as you get closer to me
Like oil and water
I'm falling out apart
every time
every sign
looking the truth...
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Who?
I no longer know who I am
lost in this world, I may be an accident.
Don't tell me what comes next,
the surprise is not enough.
if I could do it everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
created and shaped of stolen souls
in whit I choose to be living
And once again your call
seems to be killing everything in me ...
lost in this world, I may be an accident.
Don't tell me what comes next,
the surprise is not enough.
if I could do it everything again,
I would take for me almost all the same,
every choice I made
just made me who I am
If I pretend to do all I can
lost in the pathetic world,
created and shaped of stolen souls
in whit I choose to be living
And once again your call
seems to be killing everything in me ...
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Rain
Try to do it right
let the sound fall over the lines
passion is the key
Is this really a life?
is this really a lie?
you can't stop what flows
so much reasons to seek
really deep inside
is this really a lie?
Rain...
Rain,
just to fall apart
before the night come over
try to split the lies
once we tried to deny
showing one more time
and only for you
every drop of life
for you every time
Walking through the path
of broken sorrows
filled of disguise
buried at your sight
is this...
let the sound fall over the lines
passion is the key
Is this really a life?
is this really a lie?
you can't stop what flows
so much reasons to seek
really deep inside
is this really a lie?
Rain...
Rain,
just to fall apart
before the night come over
try to split the lies
once we tried to deny
showing one more time
and only for you
every drop of life
for you every time
Walking through the path
of broken sorrows
filled of disguise
buried at your sight
is this...
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Again
Again I find myself
looking our pictures
each and everyday
falling into pieces
and since we start to talk again
know that I still feel the same
but some things had changed
now you consider me a friend
at least that is what you're saying
You keep dissing me
with what you call reality
and now in your mind
the ignorance is bliss
I know I won't be missed
You keep dissing me
with that supposed reality
your ignorance is bliss
and why we are talking again
I feel...
looking our pictures
each and everyday
falling into pieces
and since we start to talk again
know that I still feel the same
but some things had changed
now you consider me a friend
at least that is what you're saying
You keep dissing me
with what you call reality
and now in your mind
the ignorance is bliss
I know I won't be missed
You keep dissing me
with that supposed reality
your ignorance is bliss
and why we are talking again
I feel...
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Forgotten Letter.
..as nothing remains to tell you that I care
or nothing you think I sincerely might want
had done what I thought was never enough
and knowing that is only a game
will not make it hurt less.
What would it be?
Who would now be?
who now suffer the kisses
that after blame the time will return
dried on thoughts
eager to emotions
damaged and a little scared
to give all
at least once.
Sort of paradox that we caught fueled by desires
at least you know I'll always love you
and even though all indicates that nothing remains
my best...
or nothing you think I sincerely might want
had done what I thought was never enough
and knowing that is only a game
will not make it hurt less.
What would it be?
Who would now be?
who now suffer the kisses
that after blame the time will return
dried on thoughts
eager to emotions
damaged and a little scared
to give all
at least once.
Sort of paradox that we caught fueled by desires
at least you know I'll always love you
and even though all indicates that nothing remains
my best...
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Untitled
Im tired of being
seeking between
lost frames and lies
pictured dreams
falls from deceive
taking for me
nothing but pain.
just wonder what's next
in the end doesn't care,
the ways this connects
how far can we go?
is there a place called home?
take a deep breath
my sight is straight.
point something up
can't change the clock
just but say it again
thus you vanish away
it does not matter if you stay
like sand through my hands
rending my bones.
seeking between
lost frames and lies
pictured dreams
falls from deceive
taking for me
nothing but pain.
just wonder what's next
in the end doesn't care,
the ways this connects
how far can we go?
is there a place called home?
take a deep breath
my sight is straight.
point something up
can't change the clock
just but say it again
thus you vanish away
it does not matter if you stay
like sand through my hands
rending my bones.
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Raven wings
So you let ashtrays
dirty with your memories
as you may think that is true
that there is nothing to desire
that there is only misery
and scraps of cardboard and skin
And with what they'll stay
with the mania of a reflection
sinking the fingers into old own wounds
And what is that you crave
raven wings unfold
spit your false prisons
dirty with your memories
as you may think that is true
that there is nothing to desire
that there is only misery
and scraps of cardboard and skin
And with what they'll stay
with the mania of a reflection
sinking the fingers into old own wounds
And what is that you crave
raven wings unfold
spit your false prisons
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Something empty
She takes off her clothes
he takes what is left
the pain they use to like
shakes everything they're not
Too close to relax
breaks them down so badly
with everything but love
die and breath again
"You can take me
but never drown me
in your denies",
this fake sincerity we share
So what is next
laying down
screaming loud
can't be waited anymore
A new minute
a new game
this is more
that we can expect
or this is just
pieces of what is left
of...
he takes what is left
the pain they use to like
shakes everything they're not
Too close to relax
breaks them down so badly
with everything but love
die and breath again
"You can take me
but never drown me
in your denies",
this fake sincerity we share
So what is next
laying down
screaming loud
can't be waited anymore
A new minute
a new game
this is more
that we can expect
or this is just
pieces of what is left
of...
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Take me home
Someone saids that people change
so you can learn to let go
I want to learn to know you
every simple thing on you.
only fools appreciate something when its gone
to choose to believe a lie won't teach to trust
And sometimes things just fall apart
so better things can fall together.
You look'd at me
with your beautiful eyes
and now I know
what you mean when you said
that you felt broken inside
It's 2 am and I'm too depressed
now without you there's no me
my lungs are screaming
my faith now laid
feeling broken inside...
so you can learn to let go
I want to learn to know you
every simple thing on you.
only fools appreciate something when its gone
to choose to believe a lie won't teach to trust
And sometimes things just fall apart
so better things can fall together.
You look'd at me
with your beautiful eyes
and now I know
what you mean when you said
that you felt broken inside
It's 2 am and I'm too depressed
now without you there's no me
my lungs are screaming
my faith now laid
feeling broken inside...
887 reads
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