where can you not find a silver lining?

like dust in the wind...

nothing stays permanent in this world,
not even our sorrows...
embrace the bitterness,
isn't it just lovely?
cause its so hard to hold onto pain,
it fades off so soon,
when that lighter ignites,
all goes smoothly, all with smiles.

no one

works unpublished are what you treasure the most,
make public your insecurities, your pains and hurt,
you become a target to yourself.
anger at another unleashed,
a safe zone of a screen,
real mature.
walk along that river of ice,
you ignore whats below,
you just let that catch get away.

Déjà vécu

the cycle needs recycling,
take the extra shards of broken glass out,
fill it with papers and tin cans,
empty plastic bottles are of no worth,
keep adding unnecessarily and see
the unfinished product.
i know, you know, we all know.
fractured, torn and broken,
its like committing suicide,
and its amazing what broken glass can do to a person,
or at least make obvious.

but people still favor the recycled,
useful or not.

i say, throw away the newly made rubbish.

crushed nuts

when the house was left in shambles,
were we to take a broom to sweep away the debris?
were we to call for hired help?
but only we knew each corner of the house...

for every tear a lesson learned,
for every bit of nonsense a lesson unlearned.

our habits, our trademarks.
why are we marked for them?
a large, bright red bulls eye,
shall i paint one on you?

just cause the water is flowing downstream,
does not mean the fishes are not swimming upstream.

every little bit scrutinized,
but hey, its just human,
so i will just balance that out by sleeping,
you'll still be awake when i wake up anyway.

the penny thinks why is it on the street and not in some guy's wallet,
the wallet thinks, pennies smell.

where did all the hollow watermelons come from?
should have ordered the apples.