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billie Feb 3
If I had a word to look after,
A word that goes beyond the latter,
That has a simple description,
Or is it a card for confusion,
Rather than to answer a complex question,
It would be deceive

What is it to be deceived?
To take a couple of shots to our little mischief?
To form an unbreakable bond to he who is misfit?
Oh that looks quite the show
Why don't we take an applause for such a blow

How does it taste?
Does betrayal tastes conspicuous?
Does it set a menace to the ones who are conscious?
Wine tasted fine after a sip of being fooled
And in a blink of an eye, a shake in the bones, and a twist of the tongue, the throat trembled like an oath

So if there's a chance to find the word,
That can either soothe the soul or tear a mold,
A truth that is covered by the moth,
Is the word that I need to be careful of
to the ones who tried to stay afloat but struggled to sail the boat, this ones for you
billie Feb 2
Ocean blue eyes, distant wild skies,
How long does it take,
To live long awake?
Blissful ignorance,
Tormenting every chance,
Picking the pieces of home,
While walking down the road alone

Unsettling it may be because of how comforting,
Uncertainties are, like the baggages of my car,
That trembles quietly in the back of my seat;
As fast as my heart beats
billie Feb 1
Snow falls slowly from the sky;
through the wilderness and the silence of night.
It musters all the courage; built from a fragile skin to carry over conversations that wavers the mind.
Although the coldness runs the mouth to be bold, its approach strikingly appears to be kind.

How unfortunately gentle,
How unfortunately bright.
it's been awhile
billie Sep 2020
the windows seeks the soul of the living dead;
negotitated if a feeble man can stay to bed
to close his eyes and redeem oneself
and let curious minds sleep again
these are for the people who find it hard to sleep at night
we can do this i know we can
billie Jun 2020
When can I go back in scribbling words?

When, the ink decides not to stop
When, the paper decides not to run out of stock or
When, the mind finally is free from being blocked

When can I go back in scribbling words?

When, the night isn't cold
When, the moon isn't dull or
When, the air isn't plain from sight

When can I go back in scribbling words

When, my heart finally beats
When, my eyes finally blinks or
When my soul finally grieves
I had a creative block earlier this month. I couldn't get by with my words lately so i'm trying to push myself even just a little bit and even just a little more every day. I'm tired of being stagnant with my craft so I really need a push. Thank you for stopping by and appreciating this piece even for a little while.
billie Jun 2020
,
I don't mind if you pause
if you think about it for some time
if you let the skies decide
if you let the seasons past
I don't mind at all

if the weather goes unpredictable
because of subtle changes
that vividly conquers every step
Every color and every shade of life
I don't mind at all

Stop if you might
Think if you may
Let it shuffle inside
But don't make it stay all night
Don't let impulsivity ruin you inside. It has never been a good attitude of anyone. It will never be. Whatever you're going through, whatever decision you make, make sure that you'd run through to all it's corners, traps and possible triumph.
billie Apr 2020
wag hayaang pumikit ang mga matang umaawit,
sa kalayaang dapat nating matamo,
matakaw ang kalamnan para sa katotohanang dapat naaasam,
nawa'y magising ang iyong kaluluwa at bumalik ang dating boses na matagal nawala,
para sabay-sabay isigaw
ang kalayaang naligaw
wag kang ,abulag-bulagan sa mga bagay na sa tingin **** tama
ika'y bumoto nang tama
#OUSTDUTERTE
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