Deadly Virus.
Deadly virus.
In depths of evil,
fingers in the dirt pray
to welcome God's darkness,
to take us upper in the air.
Floating secrets hidden in minds,
mouths covered with mud
to grow a poison so good,
feel the tearing pleasure,
plague is coming to greet us.
-t.f.s.
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My feelings are not just a phase,they are valid. My existence is a value, and It needs to be heard especially when people try to act awful and selfish on you. What's your goal? If you have one,then you're already going there. Because no one can stop you. And no one ever will. Tears are a privacy shelter from other faces and honestly beauty can be found in pieces. But i know,one day or one year I'll truly understand what made me feel to be unwanted/unrealized personality character from a movie that's never real.
-t.f.s.
To Be Loved.
Oh, to be loved is not to sit and talk,
It's not drinking each other's blood,
It is a pure magic- to help and learn,
growing does matter, It's how we born,
this is a way of healing of broken hearts,
that's the true feeling when I see your eyes,
when they sparkle like I've never seen before,
and the pain releases, we prepare for inside-war.
Oh, to be loved is to see through darkness,
Through your path showing the unknown,
It is how to set it free, and we'll no longer
be incapable, separated and not enough.
To be loved is to be "you and me",
to feel it as long as you breathe,
as long as you stay to live.
The tip of your fingers led me to beautiful places- like the beauty in your eyes,
but in my dreams they were slowly fading
when you rushed our kiss to end.
-t.f.s.
“Do you think you can forgive?” my therapist asks me. I shrug. “I don’t see the point,” I say.
-my poem
Trap
Tied in a fairytale,
when an episode
stucks its tongue,
dropping you out,
waiting for another
death to slide in.
-t.f.s.
Overdue
Assignments piled up
Dull nights in a stressful daze
Menacing mountains
People weren't capable of creating light.
They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.
Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.
-t.f.s
SUCCESS
Sometimes,
Success is not getting
what you can,
but giving up
what you have
©J P Lee
29 June 2023
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