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Silver Lining Sep 2013
Have you ever wondered how total silence would feel?
Would you feel at peace?
Would you feel suspended in space?
Or would you simply go mad with only your thoughts echoing?

Imagine a room with no distinct color, no smell, no sound.
What would you hear?
Silver Lining Jul 2013
I wonder,
How awful must it be to be a danilion?
They are so hated when alive.
People poison them.
Cut them down.
Throw them out.

I wonder,
How awful must it be to think that the only way you could bring a smile, was by dying?
Silver Lining Jul 2013
This is what I am
I have been for quite sometime
Lost
But aren't we all, really?
We try to find ourselves
Like hide and seek
And some truly treat it like a game
Like a gamble
We are here to find ourselves
Aren't we?
Should we treat it like a child's game?
Perhaps not

Everyone wants to be found
But no one wants to be lost
You can not find a toy, unless you lose it first
That's what we need to understand
Maybe being lost isn't all that bad
We just need to be patient
Then we can be *found
Silver Lining Mar 2013
No one ever knew
They never saw
Not through the mask of smiles
and laughs
They just kept going on
Until..

Until this year
I met you.
You saw right through the mask
You saw the hurt and tears in my eyes
The ones that everyone looked past

So what made you glance back?
And ask?
Silver Lining Mar 2013
It was springtime, I remember this now.
We sat singing under the orange tree.
Some of the blossoms softly falling down.
We let them rest on our arms and faces.
The smell in the air as sweet as sugar.

Our reality frays at the seams.
Blending it with our perfect dreams.
Stars fall as we lie beneath our big sky,
from the big world. Time set in stone.
You can not erase time, so why wonder?

We sing of possibilities wasted.
Of times that we wish we could change.
Why should we wish on things that have been?
As we dream and wish, time pasts, flying by.
Our laughs run together with our tears.

Our voices grow tired. We sing softly.
The sweet citrus fills the air once more
we come and go to the smell this sweet scent.
Slowly we fall into a deep slumber.
The time comes when we can walk away.
Silver Lining Mar 2013
A thing of beauty
A thing of destruction.

It fills you with warmth
It fills you with desire

But being filled with fire is dangerous
Because fire can be anger and resentment

It builds and piles until it comes out
It pours out in an uncontrollable stream

Fire makes you see red
Fire makes you want to BE red
Silver Lining Mar 2013
A well liked outcast, a unique oxymoron in and of                 itself
But that's me
Unique
I fit in everywhere and nowhere
I AM a well liked outcast.
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