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 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Aman kumar
She will never walk alone,

She has God on her life

She will never walk alone,

Because, God is on her side

She will never walk alone,

Because, God is always watching her

by side.

She will never walk alone,

Because, She has a friend that is God.

She will never walk alone,

She has someone that loves her and

that soemone is God

She will never walk alone,

Because she has a friend that is God

She will never walk alone,

She will always has soemone to keep

her and that someone is God

She will never walk alone!!!
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Cece
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when getting up 20 minutes earlier
was a fun thing
to put on a bit of mascara
and lipgloss;
the blush was natural.
now 20 minutes of sleep
seems like a treasure,
worth everything
and never to be given up.
back when laughter was sunflower yellow,
music was neon blue,
and friends were a sweet purple,
their smiles like lavender
addicting and easy to find.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when choosing the font for a paper
was an hour long experience;
the funnest part of writing anything.
now no writing matters
to anyone
unless it's 12pt font,
Times New Roman,
double spaced,
and with a heading in the top left corner.
back when school was light,
homework was a breeze,
and the only thunderstorms
were those that involved
coffee shops, window seats,
and copious amounts of hot chocolate.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
filled with warmth
and honey
and a whole lot of butterflies.
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Virtuous
Present in body
But miles away in Spirit
Where do you ask?
I'm dancing on the moon
Performing for the stars
They don't want me to go home
They say it's too far
I'm running in an open field
With no other person in sight
Just flowers and endless green
And the sunset oh so bright
I'm flying through the open sky
Wings as majestic as a birds
The best way to live I've heard
I'm falling from a cliff
And into deep blue sea
Don't wake me up
Cause I've never felt so free
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Semicolon
I am the rain,
Holding my skirt,
I descend from my abode,
To be with you.

I tap on your windows,
Hoping you'd see me,
Waiting for you to embrace me,
So I could be with you.

I wish you would want to listen to me,
To the secrets I have to tell,
And I uncomplainingly wait,
To breathe songs into your ears.

I slide down your hands,
Savouring every little inch of them,
If only you'd wrap me around your fingers,
And make me stay.

But you don't,
And I slither down you,
I glide past your windows,
Flow down your walls,
Drip down every thing that's yours,
I slide away
Away
Away...
I was the sadness of the heavens wrapped up in the tears,
You, the happiness of the earth curved up into a smile,
Maybe we were never meant to be.

© Semicolon
For He who's hands are Gods
Drifts wearily
amungst the drugs of men
Crouching the trash heaps
Blending life with death
He does not hope nor linger
To he, time is the wind,
And is of no consequence
Its length,
or your breath
Perfection is not being the best of something, its about the true balance
Within all things.
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Mister J
Emptiness
This heart is a mess
Broken to the core
In search of something more

Useless
My life in a mess
Without meaning nor purpose
No direction nor course

Senseless
My path is aimless
Stuck in uneasy fears
My plea no one hears


This soul is tired
These hands reaching out
Trying to save itself
While slowly succumbing to surrender
This drought in my life
Consumes me every day
******* me of all confidence
Feeding my personal demons
Day and night
Rescue me please
From this faithless walk
Show me a path
That leads to a purpose

Do I have to sell myself
Just to get out of this hell?
It's a suffocating existence
It's an endless self-pity
******* me dry of all life
Leaving me restless
At least save my soul
From all this mess
Before I completely surrender
To this drought in my life
Been feeling down in the dumps lately
It feels as if I'm simply a wanderer in this life
Without any purpose or direction at all

Anyone feeling the same thing?
Do share.
Thanks for reading!

-J
Where these words shall find you i don't know
maybe at some  far flung adventure.
I am worried cause you weren't entirely honest
at your last call. Maybe you have grown to long
in secrets and you have become over reliant on them.
All has not gone well with me i've been low and lonely
unwilling to welcome a new day, some sort of lethargy
sunking into my own sadness. I feel the absence of love
it's like cutting void. If i believed in God i would pray.
Perhaps this is what troubles me, i have lost hope or it
has left me and now i stand alone without love that i
have always depended. I am so tired that even fear of
what may come at the future does not affect me.
Old fears have echoed to silence and self confidence rises
for something yet remains. I remain...
So i sign off with hope now and as ever with love for
something new.
The bells might still tolling and flags at half mast
your world in tears, but you are the only one who hears
them who sees them for my heart beats with happy stars.
Let all be well. Goodbye.
Note. Someone asked me at HP if i say goodbye to the world caring if i am well, don't worry i am just saying goodbye to someone i loved and refer to her at this poem
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2718450/that-night/
Just in pain time will do the work thanks for the readings all
of you!
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Melissa S
My son always surprises me...
and is way more brilliant
than I ever was... especially at that age.
Out of nowhere the other night he says
"You know we are all connected" and I say
"How do you mean?"
I can see the wheel just a turning in his pretty
little head and he says "we are related...all brothers
and sisters in this world." I agree with him and say "so
why do you think everyone fights so much?" and
without missing a beat he says "because they haven't
figured it out yet" <3
Happy Friday to you all!! :)
i don't know how to explain it exactly
i'm not fond of the sorrow in your words
but fond of the words you put the sorrow into.
 Sep 2018 silentwoods
Carlyy
I am quiet.
Soft spoken.
A woman of few words.
My voice is still.
My mind is loud.
My thoughts generate words and meanings a million different ways.

“Think before you speak” they say. Probably why I don’t speak much.

If you must label me,
Label me, Me.
I hate labels and the adjectives that usually follow. I may be a quiet person but that doesn’t define me. I am so much mire. I feel so much more.
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