#lining
Midst the lorn, forsaken land of living,
Came upon, a lonely girl.
To this wasteland she was giving
Purpose, brightness like a pearl.
Fire burning, souls alike,
Both with tears and hearts with spikes.
Tried their shot at ****** love.
What was thought, a peaceful dove.
Made of ice, then made of fire,
Each fought so hard this endless war.
One day low, then one day higher,
No matter what, they yearned for more.
So hear me darling,
My silver lining,
When you feel you are of coal
Please remember,
You're my diamond,
And you save this empty soul.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
A trace of light
That's all you and I look for
when those mountains fade
behind descended clouds
and that ache in our shoulders
crumbles under the fire of this rain
the moon and all its pieces
lost to all these thoughts
you and me, the same and most different awake and restless
the silver lining of this charcoal moon
is getting harder to find
until comes this eruption of warmth
and a storm of pattering fear
that if I start counting seconds
you might disappear
so, I guess it goes without saying
everything you've always known
these nights go by in wonder
of how to build you a home
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 10:22 PM UTC
You carry with you pick-pocketed fairytales
In hopes to find something close enough to home
That can fill your glass half-full
You sew yourself into white noise
Soak your hands in spring waters
That rush down memory lanes
Putting together a mosaic
of the greener grass you saw
On the other side
Stitching together fragments of light
From the end of the tunnel
Even bought yourself some rose coloured glasses
To see the silver lining of every cloud
But it all falls short
When the tree stops bearing lemons
So, what does life give now?
Besides some shade and something to laugh about...
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
when I lay, I wonder...
I shudder with terror...
!!!a future without you!!!
a giant heavy rock drops
right on my chest...
pressing pressure as I try to gasp for air
...sudden relief washes over me...
!.I’m feeling.!
It’s just for few seconds though...
.then I’m right back to NOT feeling.
I called this my silver lining.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
Your thoughts are far from the ground,
Like cumulonimbus clouds thundering by
And pouring rain.
Life seems to pass by, scattered and wispy
with the sound of the wind like a whistling train playing
as you stare at the elusive silver lining.
The pit patter of Peter Pan being lost
dwells heavy in your heart,
As you revise the sequence of the cumulus memories.
Life paces
As you ignore the malice and bantering of the crowds
Sticking your head above up into the clouds
half-deaf to reality in the room.
You have a foot in a fairy tale,
And one in the abyss.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC
All my old writing was as accurate as premonition, as if I wanted a tragedy to JOLT ME from my sleep.
The silver lining is I suppose I got what I wanted,
it just wasn't the tragic self harm I dreamed of.
More like a tragic mistake that destroyed the boy I once was, and the girl I once knew.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
You were a
passing cloud.
I was the Sun.
You left.
I stayed.
But you colored my skies.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Babe I hope you know
Every silver lining found
Is shaped just like you
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
Soft pillows of feathers.
Brush my face with ease.
For just a moment nothing matters.
For a minute, my worries seize.
Sheets wave like the oceans.
Cover me and cuddle me.
Such an unexpected nuance.
Just enjoy being free.
I really needed this break.
This still moment of nothingness.
But now I'm back for my own sake.
And I finally got to confess.
I notice that with being alive again.
And my body finally standing on its own.
There was a cost I payed for my zen.
Chaos emerged, while I was all alone.
Even though I didn't move for a while.
All my problems are awaiting on a pile.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
You made your way into my dreams again last night
I no longer try to fight it
Your presence, however ethereal, makes me warm
And by the morning sun from me you’re torn
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
Someone asked me what makes me the happiest in this world.
honestly that is my Boyfriend,
I know its dumb,
But he's my soulmate,
If there is such a thing,
That's him,
He is my silver lining,
His texts keep me going,
The hope of knowing,
That he loves me,
And i love him,
Is enough to rain in the negativity,
That people shove my way,
Every day,
I look forward to talking to him,
To seeing his face,
To telling him how much he means to me,
I am always going to love him,
I dont care what anyone else has to say,
I know,
In my heart,
He is the right person for me,
I'm glad I met him,
I now have something to look forward too in life.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Always better to smile than a frown,
for smiles mean happiness
has greeted your thoughts.
And that life isn't always **** ,
that there is always some gold lining
in those grey clouds hanging around.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
The sun still burns through clouded renditions,
eyes black with the tainted sorrows
of a darkened days.
Still burned beyond the visual acuity
of subconscious glaring. But we still collect pictures
in the ashes of clouds. Tombs of imaginations folly.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
This too shall pass
You have just got to hang on
and get through this.
No matter how hard it rains today
The years of sun will come again.
Even if it feels like it won't stop,
That the rain will drown the whole world
The sun will come out
And you will be fine
You will be okay
Even if you cannot imagine that right now
Because of all the dark spells in your life,
Just believe that, okay?
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Engulfing sorrow
Agonizing heart
Set under a heavy stone
and above the bed of thorns
A healer called time
The healer of wounds
Can it make the tears stop
Can it end the pain
I wait for a silver lining
A ray of light
To save me from wretched blues
For all I see is a dark night
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
“Do you like it like this? Do you like it like that?
Just tell me which way you like it”
Thank you, J.T.
Jim Croce sang it, too.
“No, it doesn't have to be that way.”
Remember the Blow Monkeys?
Jackson Browne
Quoted, saying, “You have to take the trouble,
To try not to be misunderstood.”
Words spoken in the thick
Post-mortem.
Not ever remembered prior to.
Neurons wired to align to emotion
With the perfect elixir of chemical responses
Lining up
Wake up to choosing sensibly
Utilize hidden wisdom
As preventative care leaps to the front of the line.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
Unlike constellations,
There are no dots for me to connect
This figure that I trace
To make a silver lining out of you.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
It's like a blind man leading a poor man
He sees the cliff coming but he doesn't mind
Grateful to have company on the way down
Thinks the cloud they'll fall through will be silver lined
It's like the teenager who just gave birth to a still born accident
It hurts real bad inside
But she's grateful that if she returns all the diapers everybody bought her
She might have enough money to buy a prom dress
Thinks the pain she feels will be silver lined
It's like the boyfriend of the young girl who just gave birth to the still born child
Grabs his cleats out the closet
Grateful he still has time to get a college scholarship
Dumped her over the phone
Said he didn't like the way her ***** *** whined
Thinks adding another drop to the bucket of pain he will never feel is silver lined
It's like a young man who works at a gas station
With dreams so big he'd have to run the world to accomplish them
Grows up, gets marrieds, gets settled, and settles
Knows the only way he'll make the TV is by beating his wife
Grateful that strangers know who he is
Thinks the jail time he's serving is silver lined
It's like the grown man who has everything the boy at the gas station ever wanted
Doesn't want it, wishes he could give it back, but can't
So he buys houses, clothes, and Cadillacs
Grateful to have enough
Thinks the silver lining on his silver Cadi is silver lined
It's like the overwhelmed twenty something year old who puts a lock on her own knife drawer
Too proud to get help
Grateful that she has a boyfriend willing to take the brunt
Of all the problems she can't see past
Thinks the inconvenience of the knife drawer is silver lined
It's like the boyfriend of the overwhelmed twenty something year old
Who takes the brunt of all the problems she can't see past
Grateful he has a key to the knife drawer
Thinks the blood on the floor will be enough
To show her there's more to the world than the problems she can't see past
Thinks his mama's heartache will be silver lined
It's like the staunch republican who got laid off last year
Now he's so broke he's on unemployment, food stamps, and TANF
Grateful the democrats were in control during the great depression
Still voted for John McCain
Thinks the bumper sticker on the back of his car is silver lined
It's like the young family started by a couple kids
Who insisted on having a couple of their own
Now they're too poor to afford but too rich for assistance
Begging their government to bail them out of something that nursery rhymes got them into
Grateful their truck didn't break down again this month
Thinking raising hungry babies is silver lined
It's like a poor man leading a blind man
Who knows the cliff is coming
Knows they're going over and doesn't really mind
Grateful to finally be in the company of someone just as blind as he is
Thinking the cloud they'll fall through is silver lined.
Aug 25, 2009
Aug 25, 2009 at 7:38 PM UTC
Some days,
The clouds will refuse to part
But you mustn't forget
That the sun is behind them.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Endless steps to shifting rhythms in a haze of noise and palpable judgement.
Apologies tend not to resonate when the damage is done and the horse gets Higher, stomping to the beat of a privileged heart.
You learn quickly, and with a heavy sense of defeat, that you can never do Enough.
Expectations climb with a pace unmatched by any effort imaginable as
It's prearranged.
The waltz was always going to play out like this because you put on the grafter's Shoes; paid for with the gritty coin you caught in your teeth.
Hidden among the crowds and the polished leather, there lives another breed with A human face.
One not twisted and distorted by throwaway reproach.
It takes a surprising level of regard to pick them out as they often don the same Paint as the revilers.
However, these are the gems that can cut through thick skin, penetrating the Mortar, to find flesh.
They pulse with you and quiet the frayed edges.
They are your rhythm and your reason for perseverance.
They see to it that your resentment doesn't have time to settle in your bones.
They are much too few and far between.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
The lines in between the green are full of dirt and human feces, but I find comfort.
Yellow, bright as the sun, but they don't blind me.
Red, hot with anger and hate, but they don't burn me.
Grey, fading to a dim, cold, colorless stone and yet is still my silver lining
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC