It Is Black

It is black

Inky black

Empty black

And cathedral quiet

I can hear everything that doesn't move

Every monster that isn't there

But I am not scared

Not frozen

Or even a little unsure

I know this darkness

I know this silence

It is comfortable

Familiar

And I am content

Content with darkness

It does not silence me

Or confuse me

Or overwhelm me because I am light

And the darkness welcomes me

What is darkness?

Nothing more than the

Naked absence of light

It is my purpose

And my passion

Without it

I am useless

I am not afraid

When I sit in darkness

-ex Nihilo

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2 years ago

What it means to be needed.

" Love means searching for your comfort zone such as your skin, your hair, your voice, your hand. It means so much just like warmth has come down on greeting the earth. "

-t.f.s.


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5 months ago

Senryū VI

On the other side

enemy accepts defeat

while darkness peers in.

Senryū VI

-t.f.s.


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4 months ago

Сенрю 1

Цветове в танц-

струйна кръв по хълмове

очите зреят .

Сенрю 1

-t.f.s.


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3 months ago

“Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss live.”

— Leo Buscaglia

3 weeks ago

The Broken Column (inspired by Frida Kahlo's painting)

The Broken Column (inspired By Frida Kahlo's Painting)

Love is part of my body ,

a molecule that I'm taking with me along with my loneliness .

For I stay forever young in

pain ,

I shall give freedom a comeback again .

These ribbons tied around

in a knot around my head ,

my body feels death ,

but my mind doesn't

feel the heavy thread.

In a world that doesn't forgive

I'm my own big relief

between you and me .

A "cripple" can see through shit

more than anything in the world,

even when I'm powerless

I can take a single breath

the way my hands

create the shape of a poem .

-l.i.b.


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2 years ago

Notes to myself.

Killing the happiness

is like killing an animal

or nature that gives

hundred of lives.

My ideas are illusion

and illusion makes me company

after I lose my confidence.

Whatever I am, whoever I was

is the past that I've re-written.

There's a new flesh bleeding

In my cells in divine,

whatever needs to be finished,

my past will lay in pieces.

-t.f.s.

For another sad human without a realization.


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1 year ago
Diana, The Huntress By Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)

Diana, The Huntress by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)

1 year ago

Listen ,

Sounds of

Your heart

Spilling

In my ear ,

A whole

Born

Existence

Before me.

-t.f.s.


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