Hidden.

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.

Hiding

Danger greets us

To when we find attachment,

Relationship between me and you

Is that we're both so ignorant.

Story begins with "US" ,

but ends with "I".

How can I run away?

Powers perish me

It's what I used to be.

- t.f.s.

there is no safe place

even night is bright as day

the hypocrite hides

the judge will be judged

live by the sword die by it

same amount weighed out

inside or outside

a reflection of the self

mirror images

©Johnny J P Lee

14 December 2023

Haiku: 5-7-5

Photos: J. P. Lee

Silence.

Every night I come back,

to feel the silence of the night.

As I go deeper in it,I can't hear

anyone's laugh or joy.

In the night I am lost;

Thats where I belong.

It develops the tears

running down my face

so I can say "Finally"

to myself..

...

...

"Just another tiring day from work"-I say.

-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 .

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

scars in our souls~victoria pettella

Philosophy is the best cure because it does teach you how to live and die.

-t.f.s.

[ 運命 . ]

"But when i die in peace,will i be remembered?

Will i be pushed away,when it's over?

Will i just be a ghost turned into dust from facing the enemy?

But i'm not gold..i'm not silver..i'm just destiny.

If i choose to fight,i choose to die.

If i choose to run,i choose to hide.

If i choose to lie,i choose the hate.

If i go away late,it'll never be the same.

I,Destiny,bring either victory or loss.

I choose to crawl every place on the Earth,without departing from my own path.

I choose to be what i came for.

I don't hesitate.

I don't wait.

I complete

what's incomplete.

I don't take breaks in the skies,i fly.

I am,i'll always be,reachable destiny."

-credits: me