silver lining
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The sky is rumbling loud,
Grey are the looming clouds,
Across the heavens are flashing lights,
Illuminating the moonless night,
Through the lights and sound,
I can see the stars, heaven bound,
Don't take this the wrong way,
You knew what I meant when you started dating me.
You knew I was different,
You knew I could care.
But you threw me away, you left me bare.
Recently, applying for scholarships have become a blur.
The number one question I get is
What are you personal and educational goals?
To me, stating my personal and educations goals seperately
People find it in religion.
People lose it in the bottom of a bottle.
People can't seem to place it.
People try to keep it.
When life is coming to an end, people want to hold on to it.
Write when you are empty.
Spend your days
burying your thoughts in print,
allowing the words to take you deeper
than your feet could ever wander.
Write of the rains of November,
of bruised sunsets,
The backlight shines bright on my smartphone tonight
It blinds me, hurts my eyes
Yet I still look to see a message waiting
To my surprise, it's my boyfriend
Texting me two hours before sunrise
Holding my wooden basket,
Fingers splintering,
Walking through the apple orchard,
Feet blistering.
Birds echo their symphony overhead,
Then my ears catch a muffled noise;
Sometimes we don’t get what we want,
But we end up with what we need.
Life can get dark only to shine.
The storm will ruin your picnic,
But light up your sky with lightning.
Coffee doesn’t taste as good
Rain splashes down like the tears I feel inside. They slide down the window panes, reminding me of the pain inside.
My mind cries, shouting for you.
Suddenly the sun bursts through,
a silver lining on a cloudy day.
I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
I let them drag me down
I was a mess
I was so far underground
Trapped in darkness
They kicked me around
Laughed through their teeth
Kicked again when I was down
In all the calculations
I haven’t really done,
I’ve come to realize that
In four years,
I’ve suffered from
The rocking of a coach buss that
Always made me nauseous
For enough time to
