It is not about cloudy days that makes you think of silver linings, it is when normalcy of life bothers you from time to time. I always thought that some days you can't limit the length of what you write because you are not done telling a story yet. It is like an obsessive need to finish something and that which makes you believe that writings are incomplete. Sometimes this leads you to think that we are going in circles between our own words. We are repeating our songs,and starting stories we may never finish. A friend of mine once told me what bothered her most was finding a form of stability that doesn't let her feel alive anymore. Though I may hope our need to write and read is insatiable, we are all faced with decisions everyday, with cloudy skies inside our head, and a mellowed day. Whatever be the case I like to write to the silver linings we find, in endless poems or locked in 140 characters sometimes. We are expressions of the these silver linings every single day.
Silver linings
In my well found and groomed realities
Find me reasons to dig deep, beyond what is buried
surface deep
In layers of doubt that may sometime bother me
That may create a version of fiction that seem
more real than reality
Our strategies in the making some days
Our broken pieces that don't need to be fixed just yet
I dance with you in the dim lights, we slow dance away
We kept the music playing loud, inside our head
We have all been mellow at times, cloudy on the inside
And somehow found more reasons to simply lose our mind
Some who will read in between the lines, tell me what they feel
Let me write to you in poetry, let me find your words,
the ones you don't reveal
I know of things that just disappear
While we write of days, about months and sometimes years
We deserve longer poems, longer endings some nights
We are chasing monsters under our bed, with words & a flashlight
In more than one mystery, we are our worst and best,
We are morning naps with closed eyes, as we lie on our bed
We are start of stories that we write, we are in the process of defining
What limits us some days, and yet why we chase our silver linings.
Silver linings
In my well found and groomed realities
Find me reasons to dig deep, beyond what is buried
surface deep
In layers of doubt that may sometime bother me
That may create a version of fiction that seem
more real than reality
Our strategies in the making some days
Our broken pieces that don't need to be fixed just yet
I dance with you in the dim lights, we slow dance away
We kept the music playing loud, inside our head
We have all been mellow at times, cloudy on the inside
And somehow found more reasons to simply lose our mind
Some who will read in between the lines, tell me what they feel
Let me write to you in poetry, let me find your words,
the ones you don't reveal
I know of things that just disappear
While we write of days, about months and sometimes years
We deserve longer poems, longer endings some nights
We are chasing monsters under our bed, with words & a flashlight
In more than one mystery, we are our worst and best,
We are morning naps with closed eyes, as we lie on our bed
We are start of stories that we write, we are in the process of defining
What limits us some days, and yet why we chase our silver linings.
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