EYBEYBEYB

Bye Eye

Happiness has gone,
just sadness and despair,
just rain.
No sunlight,
just clouds.
No friends,
just unknowns.
No more life,
just death.
No love,
just sex.
No more Carpe Diem,
no more smiles,
just a painful walk
by this empty place.

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Rain niaR

What huge secrets you hide?
The only one who knows truly the secrets of life.
You went up and down since creation,
you have touched every man that lived.
Tell me your secrets,
undecided rain.

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Maybe Crazy, Maybe Not.

Lying on blue grass,
dreaming about some rain falling
down on me.
White sky, no light,
just a whiteboard above and...
Rain, rain, falling down on me.
Green water, red tears
and some
yellowish ice to finish with the night.
And more,
rain falling down one me.
Wake up if you can boy.
WAT A NAIGHTMER EH ?

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D.P.S

We are hurt by
foolish man and women.
We are hurt by
our enemies and friends.
By our own family.
But still we smile.
We cry, we shout,
we pain, we sad,
we solitude, we die.
But still we smile.
We are chase by unfettered dreams,
and silly hopes.
And when all light has gone,
in a dark night,
we keep bright.
Because still we smile.

No more nothing, cause im going back to the moon

Ciudad Insecto

Bienvenidos a ciudad insecto,
donde habitan aquellos que murieron y volvieron.
Bienvenidos a ciudad insecto,
donde los telefonos suenan en habitaciones vacias,
y volvemos reencarnados en hormigas.
Bienvenidos a ciudad insecto,
donde lagrimas oscuras salen de nuestros maltratados ojos,
y nos damos cuenta, que somos dependientes del oro.
Bienvenidos a ciudad insecto,
proxima Babilonia, donde todo es nada, y nada es todo.
Bienvenidos a ciudad insecto,

donde no existimos.

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Telefonos sonando en habitaciones vacias.

Telefonos sonando in empty rooms.
Sangre, Sangre, Blood, Blood.
Escalones de madera,
con idas y vueltas,
interminables.
Hitting al asesino de ella.
Ideales, ideas, inutiles.
Just blood Y Odio.
Solo Nada,
como Estallando desde el Oceano.

Cry, Baby Cry...

Crying Tree

The Tears Of An Oak.

Noticeable, But Underestimated.

Witnesses Of Nature.

Falling Wrecklesly Into The Eternal Swift Air.

He Lets The Tears Fly In The Air,

For There His Tears Look Small.

In the Summertime

Partytime

Maybe we are wrong,
we don't know.
Maybe we are far away from truth,
but we don't care of.
We just say what we think is good,
but without proves,
for someones,
it's not true.
Join our little society,
free will,
take your chances.
Just one thing;
our world is a party.

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Unreachable

LOOK!
Far away, the great
light we were looking for
it's coming to us!
OH! How lovely is when is near!
Inmortality exists
and we are a few meters to get it!
Almost there!
Some centimeters...
I almost touch it!

I got it............
YOU ALMOST...

Written by: Death

Love Can Change

Love Story

This is the story

Of a forever vivid love

Of a girl and a boy

Secretly abating

Each other`s sorrow.

This is the everlasting memory

Of a silently shared path,

In which two lovers walked with the same desperate need

Of finding something

Worthy to live.

This are the most subtle retells

Of two soulmates,

Who casually met

In those hopeless days

When breathing it`s harder for us

Than for the ignorant rest.

This is the eternal remembrance

Of a couple,

Who`s sacred encounter

Made the world tremble

As for the birth of the

Most pure love.

(victoria G.)

Cowardice Is Within All

Mystery Girl

Mystery Girl With Tenned Angel Face And Rainbow Braided Hair,

What Qualifies Your Special Care?

Oh! Mystery Girl I Formulate Phrases In My Head,

But They Remain Echo In My Chest.

Oh! How I Regret Not Having Stolen Her Name.

Oh, Farewell Mystery Girl,

How I Wish Our Rodes Meet Again.

Punching Dagger

You won`t want to feel love

I can play my head this time,

But I swear, Oh! I promess

That I won`t screw it up,

No again, no this time, no forever.

You`ve got your baby, don`t you?

I `ve got my unreachable love, I do

So, I won`t do it this time,

I won`t screw it all up.

No lies would do it,

I`ve already try,

Everything crazy and out of mind,

I`ve already done.

Keep your head out if you can

This game would take you down,

Would take out your inside

And make it a shit

Would turn it to love.

Oh! Please, do me a favour

And keep your head out,

You won`t want to feel love,

It will take you so low down.

(victoria G.)

For...Ever?

Heading Towards Eterity

I Stroll,

I Stroll Through A Neverendeing Path.

I Share This Moment With My Secrets,

My Inner Me,

My Dark Silhuette.

I Straighten My Back And Neck,

Look Up, Noticeing There Is No Moon

On The Dark, Cold, Cloth.

Just Pale Companions,

Staring Back.

I Stroll,

I Stroll Expecting No End.

I Count My Paces.

1,2,3... It Never Ends.

I Stop, Catching A Breath.

I Stand.

I Chin-Up.

I Gain Strenth And Bravery,

Refusing To Play Childish Mind Games.

I Look Forward,

There Is No Horizon Waiting.

I Look Back,

I See Feer And Eternity.

I Run,

I Run In Search Of A Glimpse Of Hope,

I Run Thruogh A Neverending Path.

Going back to back

Simple?

The simplest things can be the very complex ones.

That doesn't mean the complex thing are simple.

This poem for one,

Looks simple,

That doesn't mean you should understand it.

Yet another feeling to be heard...

Come back

She made me laugh when tears came out of my eyes,

She made me strong when i was afraid of the dark,

She knew what I couldn't deny,

She made me feel I couldn't go back.

She was the shadow of my frame,

Always trying to overprotect myself,

and when she found me under the rain

She wouldn't cover herself.

if I could simply press rewind

And turn the whole thing upside down.

If I could have just one more hug

And just return to town.

'Mom, I wouldn't miss you so much,

'Cause having you by my side

Would turn things right.

I wouldn't be embarressed, I wouldn't hide'

(Sabrina M.V)

Going and going

Little yellow spider

OH! You creepy old memory
inside me.
Terribly destroyed and forgotten
by years.
But don't misunderstand my tears.
I've been a wiser man
since then.
A better lover,
a better brother.
I would kill myself if I forget you,
or all your lessons.
Remember I thought you mean,
but all the things I know,
I owe them to the most omniscient king.
And don't bother,
to write me
father.

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Tale of a Dead Living

OH! How charm and beautiful,
death sometimes seems.
All the unknown,
the dark, waiting to be discover.
It is like turning on a light,
and see,
a crystal bright palace above you.
OH! How I love being mortal,
knowing I'm able to die,
knowing that,
this brown eyes soon will not see.
But, later after,
I will see myself, looking up,
that great crystal palace above me.
OH! How lovely and terrible
is to be dead!
But not yet.

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Carpe Diem

Kiss me now,
that you have time.
Love me now,
because soon it will be late.
Make me laugh,
and you will see my very last smile.
Hurt me,
because tomorrow the pain will be gone.
Stay with me right now,
because tomorrow you will be alone.
Make me cry,
because later you cannot try.
But tomorrow, remember me,
with no sorrow,
and look up,
and in the sky,
you will see my smile.

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It's not my originality that
makes me a quite good writer,
it's my feelings.

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Death is so obvious for the ones
that do not fear her.
Just think of death as a very old friend,
that needs you to join her to a trip
through the eternity.

Tell me a story...

Story from a Rebel.

There are no elder of young,

just wise callow.

There are no teachers or students,

just human beings and their mistakes.

There are no parents or sons,

just a book of lessons still to be opened.

There is an entire life to discover,

one which you are not told in manuals and school books,

one life yet to be told.

Told by the very same person who broke the manual and

bend the rules,

told by the rebel of our youth.

Ajam...

Your Turn

A way to escape reality, even if it's just for a second.

a getaway pen.

A pen leaded by something so powerful and rebeluios

it will overcome every obstacle it come in its way.

A pen gided by creativity.

Creativity from anyone who is not afraid to speak his mind,

how is not afraid of others peoples opinions,

anyone who is truely free from the claws of society,

anyone wise.

Reading, thing i love.

Ticket to eternity

And you.
The one who didn't
laugh of my pain.
The one who I remember most
in my last day.
The one who stay by my side
after I have died.
Lets smile together,
and please...
Stay with me forever.


To my friends,
to my brothers.

Hope Not.

Oh, No.

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I Cant' Go On Man,

I Just Can't.

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I Can't Go On.

I Can't Go On.

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Not Like This,

I Just Can't.

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I Cant' Go On.

I Can't Go On.

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I'm Tierd Of Living Like This,

I Just Can't .

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I Can't Go On.

I Can't Go On.

I Can't.

I Can't.

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BANG!

You Need To Grab A Pair And Shout Whatever The Fuck You Want To Shout!!!!

Growing Sucks..

From The Innocent Love To Sex;

From Constant Fun To Constant Worry And Stress;

From Total Repulsion To Daily-Base Use;

I Guess This Is What It Fells To Get Older And Mature,

I Don't Know How Everybody Keeps Up With The Changes,

But I Guess I Just Have To Do What No One Does,

And I'll Be All Right...

We'll Be Together, Don't Matter Who Gets In The Way...

A Doomed Company

Talk to me about an endless thing

so I can share the pleasure of your company

even after this doomnation;

In a worst place for all I care;

It doesn't matter

as long as I can still hear your voice in the wind,

see your face painted on the clouds,

and touch you in my dreams,

I don't care.

They Didn't Know What To Talk About... So They Made It Up

A Trueborn Devil Child

Even Though The Baby Was Being Hold From His Pelvis

By One Lonely, Single, Flying Hand

His Back Stood Straight

Showing Some Delicated,

But Stoned Graved Muscles.

As He Was A Devil Child,

He Did Not See Anormality in This,

So He Killed Him Self And Shared His Mischief With God.

Oh So Vindictive God.

And we went through the same ways life after life without knowing it.

Look around and see,
you have all the things you need.

Millions of words unknowns,
of things we don't know.
Times we do not went through.
Ideas that we didn't thought of.
Wise people we didn't meet,
and things
we will not keep.
Eyes we didn't wink, and pink skies
we didn't see.
But we meet them, we see them,
we feel them, we cry them,
our friends.
So rest in peace mate,
'cause you lived well.

Death On The Stairs

The Blunjugunju

But the Blunjugunju came
and ate them all.
No one alive, 'cause the Blunjugunju
is big and green.
He's a citizen of Chelsea,
and king of the sea,
and no one can see him, just him,
but he only see him when
he smokes weed.

**?**

I? Sure...

I'm Seeing Shadows That Don't Exist.

I'm Bitting My Nails For No Reason.

I'm Nervous And My Life -I Think- Is Perfect.

I Stroll Along My Room Trying To Find A Reason.

I Smoke And I Don't Feel The Smoke.

I Listen To Music And I Can't Tell What They Are Saying.

I Trap My Self In A Exluded Place; As Not To Mess Up Or Bother.

I'm Dying Inside But The Outside haven't Realised Yet.

It's Just A Matter Of Time Until I Become A Flesh-And-Boned Ghost.

Down in Albion

A plane. Eh? What?

Planes, airplanes, quite weird
birds.
They fly through the sky and they land
anywhere they want.
A bird with metallic noises,
quite disturbing.
They are big and useless, like most
of huge objects...
I heard it! I heard it!
It was him, the metallic bird,
means that he's picking
me up, It's time to go, no time to buy stuff.
It's just that, not going back.
It's time to visit him,
five years have passed since...
No return ticket!

Blow Of The Edgo

Dingy Mangy

The day's grey, no sun in the play.
Sleepy faces on the streets,
and the birds singing in their trees.
Your feets are cold,
the blanket's gone, and you are thinking
of black dots.
You wake up and the lack of clouds cheers
you up.
The noisy train is on his way...
Once again.

Writing An Idea, A Whulo-Olt..

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A Kid's Desire

In Not to be

Accepted By Others,

But To Accept

Himself For What

He Truly Is:

A Kid.

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I'm Not Saying I Don't

Like This Freedom,

But That It Could

Be Differtent.

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Loosing The Magic Of The Moment

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Tecnology Is An Uncontrolable

Thing Which We Have To

Star Respecting.

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Smoke Is A Difficult Thing To Be

Re-Touched.

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Falling In The Temptations Of The Comun Man.

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Just Imagination Put Into Words...

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I Picture A Man Whose Life Is Empty,

But His Mind Is Filled With Knowledge,

He Walks The Paths Of Wisdom

As A Blind,

Speachlees Person,

One Who Doesn't Need

Eyes To Learn,

Mouth To Brag,

Or Money,

To Enjoy Life.

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A True Warrior

Is The One Who Fights With

Words And Flowers,

A Peace Warrior.

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We Would Like To Join Again,

What Do You Think "J"?

I Hope You Let Me,

Because I Really Enjoy

Your Company

As If You Really Existed.

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Trying To Find A

Solution To An

Problem Without

Question.

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By Pato & Jul

Syd sits alone and his left hand try to touch the stone,
and his right bone cracks while he thinks in a tone.
But he still alive, he thinks in her wife, his only land,
and the sound of the wind calms him down.
But there's always a reason of why to cry. Now he wasn't calm.
He see the sky, his only lad, and smells blood, every breath is gold.
He always thought, "with god there's no problem at all".
"Forgive O lord, my little jokes on thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on me".
Crying and crying, he go two steps up the ladder.
He prays to the lord and in a slurred voice :
"I'm going brother".

Updating Ideas

And I will show that nothing can happen
more beautiful than death

With my pen I will show you that the end
is nothing more than a friend.
When the time comes, I will be able to look
into her eyes and tell that I lived
like a boy, full of innocence
and joy.
I will wink an eye, and without saying goodbye,
I will walk by her side,
I will tell her all the dreams I had, like I did with my old lad,
and when she understands, I will be sure
that I have died.