-t.f.s.
They asked me what it's like to be the oldest soul. But souls have no age, they just transfer anywhere in their free lives, being capable of creating many stories in many places. They aren't like us, they can be invisible and you won't feel them, but they embrace your whole material body while they are the anchor. I hope you understand how bad is to be the prisoner. They are the feeling you cannot stand up from bed. The noise that comes out from your head. The freedom you've been longing for. But souls need escape. They are just tired living inside a body,like they are locked in another space of chaos. Try to reach yourself by being productive in the name of nature.
-t.f.s.
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A safe space for my fellow poets
I hear your pain
so eloquently told
Let me lay down a nest for your broken heart
A soft place where shadows of lost souls
weave wads of thoughts into unique fabrics
that swaddle inner children
with the joy of poetry
...
Joy-the-poet
Senryū III
A sacrifice dance ,
a fight left and lulled into
hearts with pelts across doom .
-t.f.s.
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.
Ние сме живи , душата ми трепти
домът е близо , виждам светлини
които водят до стотици звезди ,
аз и ти сме частици от вселената
а дори и не го знаем , не сме способни
защото сме просто бучка пръст ,
пръст която ще съживи дворци, други души ,
ще обиколи всички звезди , всички облаци
за да върне онова което ни принадлежи - вселената , нашият дом , завинаги .
Motivation.
She is a friend,
desire, create
new elements
of worlds in place.
-t.f.s.
Philosophy is the best cure because it does teach you how to live and die.
-t.f.s.
𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.
𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,
𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳,
𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.
𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦,
𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪'𝘮
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧
𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,
𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘵,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,
𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴
𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴,
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵,
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
DEAD WONDERLAND.
A thread between virtuality and truth,
the wind sings,the walls turn black,
shadows run quickly through them.
Does heaven exist in this murky world?
The wind blows hopelessly,
someone's eyes watch through hell.
The silence was a temporary consolation,
a noise-death sentence.
Weapons become poison to life,
and life changes.
That relentless smile,
making its way through
the mind,is getting wider.
The goodnight song flies through the air
and reminds of death.
Death,which they called
paradise and solvation.
Mask hides the face of death,
whispers it's last wishes
before killing someone
for good night.
The gates of hell open..
blood is pouring everywhere...
the flowers are dying along
with the song of the wind.
-t.f.s.
Silent thoughts.
Behind the sickness
I'd wish to drown
In your affection
I seek, I draw
the feeling
of death's birth,
a feeling like that
It never regrets.
You stole what I felt
Freedom could step
Into the unknown
Into the farewell,
It never became dark
But just lonely,
not enough.
—T.F.S.
When silence speaks power more than words can, I prefer to stay on my own.
-t.f.s.
