Bill Hallsworthy
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My tears are salty drops of failure, Rolling down my face like there’s no tomorrow,
Living every day like my last, Watching the present turn into the past.
Thoughts and memories intensify, Emotions wild like a crazy guy,
Not knowing how to speak, Physically, emotionally and mentally weak.
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Melted cheese oozing from my ears
Erratic thoughts building fears
My tears are making my beer salty
Near enough to see but too far to touch
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Its not about you anymore
There’s bigger problems i've ignored
When there’s no one left to call
I wont know what to do anymore
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what goes up must come down, a train wreck waiting to happen
when love is lost, I can't be happy again
it'll rain for weeks, don't go outside, stay off my feet
your no longer by my side, still I'm glad we met
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The faces of fellows that walk this path,
feel the fear of being half,
no longer whole, one must ask,
why did happiness end so suddenly?
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</></></>Dark clouds roll in as the rain starts to fall,
your voice calling my name through the growing storm,
echos silence and I pick your direction,
know this time not to listen to my emotions,
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Passers by watch my expressions,
recognizing failure, creating a connection,
sad stories told, sounds familiar,
when it unfolds, the reply is something similar,
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I have seen pain, I have seen hate,
I have seen tears, have I seen straight?
or had my judgement been clouded?
shrouded in mist, dead in the head,
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Fractured images fill the light,
facts said slowly opens my eyes,
the brightness closes in,
and forgiveness fades into black and white.
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surreal sounds distort inside
times longer than the paint
schizophrenic or mis-shaped
rushed nesting placed and misplaced
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my problems getting bigger
this life ain't getting better
my hopes and dreams all gone
damn, gimme my medication
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All the crime in this world is an indication,
Of these people stuffing up our nation.
Everyone’s heading in the wrong direction.
Everyone’s got the same irritation.
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As time goes by,
I think and wonder why.
Why do things change?
Why can’t things stay the same?
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Good memories seem few and far between.
Green seems to be dulling pain,
but it keeps raining.
Perceived bad memories replaying.
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Bill Hallsworthy Biography
This is my life. My rhymes and poems express my feelings at that time. Although they r mostly dark and depressing i think some are funny too. I don't pretend to have lived a good or easy life but there has been alot of smiles and crys along the way. I am still a young man although almost 30. Life for me goes from good to bad to worse and back again. Round and round in a circle. Failure is all i know and my now obvious mental illness cuts me deep inside. I don't know much but i know this life doesn't get easier and I don't know how much fight I have left. Drugs may have kept me alive but now this life I live is bleak and unforgiving. And I am now paying for all the bad i have done. I didn't think i'd make it this far so i guess everyday i am still here is a gift and should be appreciated even though i dont always do so. I've been creative with cleaning up my material... please leave some comments... enjoy! half a decade later....im still kicking and although almost nobody seeems to have interest in my art i have a window of light close by....)
The Best Poem Of Bill Hallsworthy
Verbal Diarrhea
My tears are salty drops of failure, Rolling down my face like there’s no tomorrow,
Living every day like my last, Watching the present turn into the past.
Thoughts and memories intensify, Emotions wild like a crazy guy,
Not knowing how to speak, Physically, emotionally and mentally weak.
Laying round the house all day, Wasting the day away,
The sun goes up, the sun goes down, Another day is up and I still feel down.
I need something to get me through, I need someone to help me do,
This thing called life, I need help to survive.
I live in solitude, I hide from society, In my dark cave, Looking for reality.
Looking for my mind, I look everyday but still can’t find,
What I’m looking for, but even if I find it I still want more.
Problem is, I don’t know what it is. What will it be, When I can finally see?
I’m lost, Was it really worth the cost?
When I find myself where I don’t belong, when I find out everything’s gone wrong.
Nothing to do but sit and sulk, Listen to voices telling me I suck,
Searching for someone to point fault, But everyone knows I’m out of luck.
As I stare at the idiot box, In a trance, my eyes are locked,
Flickering images flash before me, You call this entertainment? Bloody unlikely.
Should I run away to the bush? Live in a shack like a hobo?
Go crazy in paradise? Or stay here and close my eyes?
Pretend this is not my demise, Pretend I have infinite tries,
Defend my foolish life, I doubt I’m very nice.
But this is called verbal diarrhea, spewing from my mouth,
Locked inside my house, nothing to do but let it all out.
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