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“Silver Linings” by Reha

“Silver Linings” by Jonathan Falk

to the mornings
you struggled
in search of purpose
cheers, for getting a day closer
to the midnights
you ruffled through sheets
instead of sleep
cheers, for feeling the 4am vibes
to the friends
who turned their backs
at times of holding your back
cheers, for finding the real ones
to the places
that remind you
of bittersweet times
cheers, for not crying this time
to sun and rain
to love and pain
cheers,
for still keeping up
through every inch
of thorn
cheers,
for giving yourself
another chance
everyday
cheers,
for never growing too old
to believe in silver linings.

Reha

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“At The End, Energy Just Converts The Shape” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Mental disorder:
Becoming stronger by your
Will to live longer. (jf)

“At The End, Energy Just Converts The Shape” by Evamaria Freshmaker

“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

Back then he was king
Leading an empire of hope
In deepest darkness.

“Butterfly In The Darkness” by Eugenia Bellodi

But soon the lights struck
Convincing him to smoothen
Contrasts of beliefs.

“Twister” by Eugenia Bellodi

Understanding the
Gloomy emptyness around
Brought nothing but fears.

“Flowers Of The King” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

With closed eyes I saw
Fishes swimming to the night
Into lunar lights.

“Dreams Of Fishes” by Eugenia Bellodi

Is this my brain that
Messes my sick perception
Or just illusion?

“Fragmented Brain” by Eugenia Bellodi

Fishes may be my
Leaders and in the moon lie
Long lost comradeship.

“The Solitary Moon Is Mine” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Sway With Me” – Reha

Hey Human,
Why do you keep your head low,
Day and night,
No matter how dark or bright.
Look above to the endless sky,
The birds racing in freedom,
The sun playing hide and seek,
Behind the clouds that know no rules,
Blending into a setting sun,
Painting a canvas with mystic hues.
So many tales are there to tell,
About me, without me.
Of days when I blow in your face,
Just to see that smile light up.
Of days I create a havoc in your hair,
Just to pull your heavy strings a bit.
And of days when I’m absent,
Just because only my absence
Can make you feel my presence,
My existence and my negligence.
I’m sure you’ve heard, walls have ears.
But do you know, I too have a few.
I too have eyes, that see your gloom.
And skin that feels, your struggles within.
A brain that knows, what’s going on inside.
And a heart that knows burying things alive,
Wouldn’t ever make your morning bright.
So please look up and feel me around,
For even in the hardest steps,
I’ll make sure you don’t fall.
I’ll listen to your stories,
Without judging the cause.
And would just sway around,
Even when you push me aside.
For all I want is you to be alive.
To suffer, but not alone.
To know, someone’s there to listen.
To believe, the end is far away.
And when you fall short of breath and belief,
Melt in the darkness, and sway with me.
For I’ve known a thousand languages,
And in each one, love and trust speaks the same way.
Just sway and breathe,
And know you’re not alone.

– Confessions of the Wind

Poetry by Reha. Follow her blog!
Video by JF.

“Hot Chocolate” – Jonathan Falk

I am walking to the park. I dream of writing poetry on your body. The feeling isn’t mutual, still I catch some of your sun. Nothing of this is a metaphor. Life is past when we are collecting our memories. Dusty cupboards. Squared fields of weeds. I am standing on a roof. 

Mindfuck needs no preservation. Poisonous thoughts of re-erection of one’s dreams. Rejuvenate the profile. Mind-mapping a wayout-plan, a fallback-system to commons like eating, working and dying. Love is dark matter, an ancient, cruel forest. Keep on walking, slowly, follow the low music.

We’ve all been there, and no matter how long you discuss, we belong together. Mathematicians try to prove our existence by failure, although we are everywhere’s force. Undeniable. Together we fall at walls of individuality. Big like small. A famous massacre. You like me. But: All I want is a peaceful life at your side.

“Hot Chocolate” by Jonathan Falk