A Little Old Piece 💘

How is it possible for me to remember the simplest movements of hands unknown to me:

They collect the memories slowly, with ease, so as not to drop them

and the words stop the music that I created for myself in silence.

But do they hear my sobbing heart

isolated by mirrored walls?

-t.f.s.

In the name of Artemis ,

I claim to be the rare artist

that used to pick a destiny ,

that used to suffer alone

in a room of patience ,

in a room that I was born.

Little I know , how fast time can be ,

when I don't overlook too much

when I don't wish to be seen .

I'll invite my failures and succeeds ,

I'll tell them how I'd survive without

relief , strength , need , breath.

How I ended up to come in here.

How I chose the thing to be me.

That thing was close to fade ,

without it , I wouldn't know

my only friends- they drink

and they believe , they breathe,

they just don't like it when I see

what's outside of the box I used to be in.

I'd let myself burn in ashes,

but my flaws are the ones

whose lives are not dying ,

and yet, thanks to them

I still believe and breathe.

I am another skin ,

and I am alive for me.

I'll let Zeus laugh at me

because their hands

were bigger than my ego ,

and my eyes could never go

inside a God's mind whereabouts ,

I'd never have a taste on their flaws..

...because they got none.

С последния си дъх

ще погълна всичко

за да мога да живея

да остана , да мечтая

в очи - вселени с

милиони галактики ,

живеят в тялото ми ,

ликуват в душата ми

с последния си дъх .

I wished to be solved case

In which pages is my faith,

forever alone in my arms,

i know that myself i am

called "NOT enough".

-t.f.s.

Feelings.

Tired or not, who cares?

Sad or happy, who stays?

Harder to be sad sometimes

is like harder to be happy,

who else sees the other picture of me

trying to be someone else to chase?

In order to complete, we run in chaos

giving it a try to full ourselves,

happy isn't a gift, nor sad to be

we deserve to live

just like places in us

deserve to be free.

-t.f.s.

I find myself in awakening,

time loses it's power to release,

my mind used to be a tower

where no longer It has defeat.

-t.f.s.

“Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for sunshine.”

— Unknown

Senryū II

Briny taste of air ,

bright line with noise of abuzz ,

chandelier of hope .

-t.f.s.

Horror.

What seems to crawl in, it crawls out

Inside of a demon summoning evil.

Dusty powder flying over the moon

creating darkness of magic in doom.

Dreadful stroke breaks within,

stuck in humanity's disorder

Inside of terrible insanity power.

-t.f.s.

Scary nights.

Fears enter my room

air blows my way,

odd scent comes,

dead men haunt

to capture me.

-t.f.s.

Source: apocalypse dream.