#silverlining
it's the only aspect of me she cares of—
and i used to find delusions in that—
and so, of course, it causes pain.
with every off tempo measure,
wrong key played,
and incorrect dynamic
comes something thrown.
at times it's a still-ticking metronome
or the closest binder to her grasp,
all of it comes in an instant.
"again. play it again."
and i will, until i get it right.
but i don't hate piano.
actually it may be the one thing
keeping me here.
i've come to realize, i hate my mom
and i hate what she does "for me".
but when i play,
even if it's wrong and causes some new injury,
i love playing.
who cares if i get hurt
when i can fly and the melody can carry me
for a while.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
Visions of a hero walking off into the sunset
Fading into the horizon as credits roll on queue,
And a name stays center-frame and shines through the vignette
But what shines brighter is this moment here with you.
I can't wait another second, here goes everything I got,
With the Creator of heaven and the universe,
I won't squander this one and only shot,
Here goes everything I got and watch me come in first.
It's an audience of one with a box of chocolate,
Sweeter than that is when your lips meet mine,
Though you brace for the ****** just don't forget
Being here as I lay everything on the line.
And I won't waste a minute, here goes everything I got,
Exceeding expectations and surpassing each limit,
As this passion courses my veins and runs hot,
Here goes everything I got through the strong finish.
Finishing my story was only a dream before you believed in me,
Now that I have you here, there's nothing I can't achieve.
Until the curtain moves, here goes everything I got,
Even after we reach the final sheet and run out of silver lining,
No matter how long this ensues, I give you everything I got
While I see you fading into my horizon.
Even after we reach the final sheet and run out of silver lining,
I'll see you fading into the horizon.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
Pain comes with empathy.
Grief comes with cruelty.
Knowledge comes with apathy.
The sun has nothing on me,
nothing on me.
It
couldn't get me if it wanted
to.
Not that it wants
to.
I’m chasing a cloud that’s
floating away. How do I
catch up? How do I
get back
on the train
on the rail?
The stories tell of
a future so bright,
all I am is blinded.
It’s all getting
unwinded
in front of me.
In front of me.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
a clay coloured mug
with the dregs
of now-cold coffee
swirling with bits
accumulated dust
and a fallen fly
left on the side
it needs to be washed
but will be ignored
time and again
each time i pass by
because of how
it is stained;
not by the rings
lining it's inner surface
from top to bottom
with striations of brown
but because of
the lipstick smudge
on its outer edge
a sign of her presence
of all the memories
that a smear of red
can conjure
and a reminder
that she will
be home soon
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
I swear he’s an angel.
His wings bring him
down to Earth slowly.
They spread out,
reaching across the blue sky.
His white feathers create
the silver lining on the horizon.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:06 PM UTC
Practice
Others-Centered
Empathy
Keep
It
Simple and
Serene
Every
Second
~
NM
07/29/20
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
Everything seemed to be going against him
Everything seemed grim
Even the brightest of lights looked dim
The burden on his mind had reached the brim
But then he found a silver lining in this horror
It resulted in the birth of a poet and author
Now there was no time he considered a bad time.
All it was was more content to write about and rhyme!
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
Her heart aches from the thorn of loneliness. She believes her only cure is the Silver Lining. So She searches for it in the hearts of men. Others see her search as strange and pointless, but that doesn't hinder her efforts.
Year after year, she hunts and looks, to no avail. As the fear of emptiness slowly consumes her, she reminds herself of what her silver lining has to offer her. So she brushes off and continues her search.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.
A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window.
The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the
Stark, midnight concrete.
Inlaid with the tears:
Of college students,
Business professionals,
Homeless wanderers.
The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water.
A man driving
We are always in a rush
He hits the puddle who hits
The little old lady
Our destinations become blurred
As the torrential downpour ensues.
People, including me,
COMPLAIN
GRUMBLE
No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street.
But sometimes, maybe,
the clouds in a storm bring
Peace, maybe
Clarity, maybe
Presence. It may be.
Sometimes there’s a rainbow
Look for that.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
An echoing dream,
Realize sacred vision.
Falling toward the
Obscure sense simply
Within.
The surrounding color
Silver,
A lining will be revealed.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
I've spilled your name
and my feelings
on fallen lashes
and wishbones.
I've read 1950s
love letters and wondered
if we would've had
exchanged some
had we lived that time.
I've stayed up late
in air-conditioned rooms;
a ****** for midnight voice
between your broken smiles.
But boy, this isn't
a confession of how
enchanted I am of you.
This is just me realizing that
somehow,
you can make a dismal world
look a little less messed up;
god, you're beautiful for it.
This is just me realizing that
I can stay with you
for all the reasons
they left you for.
This is just me realizing that
I can fall for you,
so, so deep,
if allow myself.
and feel like I was falling to the clouds.
Boy, this isn't love,
but somehow, it's so much more.
This is a saving grace
wrapped in chipped nails
and stories that make you feel
more human.
This is a silver lining.
This is chance.
This is light,
This is hope
for damaged people
like us.
This is us —
surviving.
This is us —
living.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
Beneath the embrace of our hands, ran a silver lining;
We walked along it, purposefully.
A gloomy late afternoon, a half-lit street;
We passed by dainty shops that seemed strangely uninteresting.
The dying afterglow of a summer spent together in New York,
summed up in a nervous kiss and a flurry of downward glances
— you’re leaving.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
I again visited my garden of despair
Watered with tears of woes and neglect
And now that the pond of bliss is arid
I once again asked myself
What flowers can thrive on these barrens?
Then I glanced at the blossoms of withered memories
Scattered as wreckage from a landslide
The bushes of harrowing pain I found
Arranged in a line of endless thorny shrubs
Decayed trees bearing the fruit of deceit
Still cast a shadow of contorted lies
I then trod as lightly and slowly as I could
Then plucked a fruit from a rotten tree and got its seeds
And with a chalky smile I hummed a quiet tune
Even in the death of my garden
I saw the promises of healing
As I walked past the rusty trellises and tarnished fences
I welcomed my sanguine memories of perfect and scented blooms
Visions of sun-drenched leaves greeted my anguish with a sliver of silver lining
It doesn’t matter if my garden left me with nothing
What now matters most is here in my hands are seeds of hope
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
How can i find the silver lining when there's no cloud
It's all rainbow and sunshine and we're singing out loud.
Quickly i try to find a tunnel to walk, hoping to find the light at the end
is it just so happens that my luck, found me a tunnel which never seems to end.
Was i wrong to thought it was a chains of events in serendipity,
Or to hope this happiness to last beyond the infinity?
It's like starting fire in the rain, hoping to find a warm comfort,
Instead what i got is pain, and the rain won't wash away the pain suffered.
AS 03/19
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
I have a chance to see you again,
i have a chance to see my best friend,
I have a chance to see the girl to whom my heart belongs,
The girl to which my heart sings nothing but the finest songs,
I have a chance to see her beautiful face,
To be within range of her undying kindness and grace,
Love for you is all i need,
You were the greatest of God's creations indeed.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
she was drenched in darkness
so much so
that when the scarce source of light
shined upon her
she basked in its beauty
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Here it comes, here it comes
my silver lining
watch the lightning striking
these waves come crashing down
The fallen and the fearless
are in the house
Oh, oh
here comes my silver lining.
Eyeliner and painted nails
mascara starts running
when you sweat it out
watch out now
here it comes
it's on the horizon
here comes the sun
and my silver lining
The moon is glistening
over the open ocean
nothing goes to plan
even when set in motion
Money Burns, life's a mess,
girls can play hard to get.
Love is tough, the road is rough
but we're taken on challenges
as they come
I'm coming up hard
I'm coming up fast
I gotta silver lining
within my grasp
Here it comes, here it comes
my silver lining
watch the lightning striking
these waves come crashing down
The fallen and the fearless
are in the house
Oh, oh
here comes my silver lining.
Eyeliner and painted nails
mascara starts running
when you sweat it out
watch out now
here it comes
it's on the horizon
here comes the sun
and my silver lining
©2018 Written By Benji James
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
My mind fills with nonsense
crazy words, and worn out lines
I'm working my subconscious
trying too read, the signs
Each path and road, misstep
every footfall, an unknown aisle
for all I've cried or wept
love going, out of style
In the world today
horror to the right, and left
nightmares, that are here to stay
every heart and soul, bereft
All hail the new year rising
let heaven and angels sing
is it all that **** surprising?
hope, an unknown thing
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Glaciers withered within me, evaporating
into clouds of despair. I collect within a dispersal
of all that was cloudless, but now I'm slowly
reseeding within a squall of sorrows,
withered emotions now on the cusp
of what is darkening the skies of my fortitude.
But they say every cloud has that glimmer of hope,
a silver lining of reflection within.
That discoloured allure faded before it began.
And now all that I'm consumed by,
is shades of ashen contemplations.
Static discharges of emotions collide in
turbulent clashes, as words shatter
pine trees of fortitudes, splintering hearts.
Echoing from within,
glancing the air in discord.
Precipitation finally collapsing below.
After every storm there is a moment clarity,
where tears fell and emotions disfigured
another's calm ground.
Remember that when the clouds are gone
that the illumination of emotions will
shine though, and once again there is calm.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
No matter how hard it hurts
Promise me
You'll never forget;
There's always
A little something to gain
From pain.
l.v.s
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
At the break of dawn,
When tempests and tides subside;
I will remain here.
Bask in sunrise, awaiting;
Elusive silver lining.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
A broken window will want repair
And a broken arm must be treated with care
But what happens to a broken heart?
Do the shards come together and try to mend?
Do they search helplessly for what could have been?
Can anyone tell me how things will end,
For my broken heart?
Do the pieces separate, and freely roam?
Do they long for love, or wish to be alone?
Does anyone know how to make a home,
For my broken heart?
Will my eyes no longer twinkle and my mouth no longer smile?
Will I forget how to love, or be tender and mild?
Does anyone know what life will be while,
I have this broken heart?
Will its love flow out to the empty places in me?
Will my whole body know what it is to be warm and sweet?
Does anyone know the language or beat,
Of my broken heart?
Will all its pieces move as one?
Will they dream of what could be, what is, and what was?
Can anyone find a greater love,
Than that of a broken heart?
While some do not realize that a whole is but two halves
And with a broken heart, they forget how to laugh
So that is why I am proud to love and still have
My beautiful broken heart
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
There is beautiful poetry in every pain
Like a splendid rainbow after a thunderous rain
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC