To Be Loved.
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.
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Growing out of ideas
Is like drinking an empty cup,
Forgetting what is real,
Forgetting how it hurts.
Another motion thrown
In curiousity to burn
pages that never opened.
It is time.. for the other side.
—T.F.S.
SEPTEMBER
song of the simple truth: the complete poems - julia de burgos / a september day - george henry / excerpt from a letter to aurelia plath - sylvia plath / french autumn - artem tolstukhin / earthquake weather - janice gould / blue shutters - kim english / a girl ago - lucie brock-broido / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / september garden party - jane kenyon / constanze saemann and charlotte foubert photographed by ryan brabazon / september 1st - dante émile
(In honor of Chester Bennington-1976-2017)
20th of march;
Today is used to be your birthday..
-Lost in the echo.
• I promised the waves whenever I am away, to let them sing
for the other lonely souls,
promised that I'll be happy and I'll let my smile
and others smiles collide
in a circle of precious time
where my mind could be a whole paradise.
Life is not fair but as long as you're here with me,
our light matters in a place where our hearts would shine,
where we would be as important as everything that's meant to be.
A moment is all we ARE and we'll be. Together forever. We're living for the music,for the feelings, for the love, for ourselves.
Somewhere,someday I'll be a lost star in a cloud, with a blurry flicker,
crossing the world, life's like a dream trip.
Promise me, whenever I am away to let your heart accept my past mistakes, accept me as I am.. lost in the echoes of ocean waves.
— t.f.s.
ART.
Art is an inspiration when you're not even expecting it to come and surprise you. Art is just a magical place where there is so much life to desire to,most of the times you feel like you're traveling in a lost and forgotten world with artworks and treasures called emotions,you'll find your peace because the ones who find the beauty,they see theirselves,when they find the doors of heaven,they form their peace inside them. Not many could believe it,but art is what's not always available on this world,it's connected with the spirit calling our bodies to set free.
The evil in the world comes almost always from ignorance, and goodwill can cause as much damage as ill-will if it is not enlightened.
// Albert Camus, The Plague
My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.
-t.f.s.
Има нещо специфично в това да изразиш емоция в изказване.
Звучи по-поетично , по-вълнуващо , защото знаеш че някой ден хората ще преследват думите ти за да открият мотивацията отново.
where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature til 1 am with? a boy who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with his head on my lap. someone to walk around museums with, and then tells me that my beauty doesn’t compare to statues or paintings. where do you get one?
She's in the rain.
she's in the rain as
she promised him
to stay out of his heart
but in that day
she couldn't stop it
she only fell apart
is she a sinner as
it was heard?
no,she's just
out of her control
she's getting addicted to his art,he's just a mind-blow to her yellow heart. none of her words could be let out like a dangerous poison for her ears,she's the one with issues of fear,regretting the cases earlier that made her feel like her chest hurts and her mind gets loud because the world has this void,stuck on her,and her pulse stopped working because of the nothingness,it's like a rose with a broken neck..wasting it's death..
i've should known back then,i've shouldn't leave her like a relief,i've should take her back in my shell,where my space is free and could it be for her..because her space was touched,her body was damaged...and i could fix that,i'm such a shame. i've could take the hits in my brain,as long as she feels comfortable in my own world,she's not a relief..no. she deserved to see another kind of artistic mind. she's destructed. but open-minded. she's naive. but she's with a heart of glass. she has no money. but still,she has that surprisingly attractive side. she's called "paradise",but in her fears she's paralyzed. she creates like God,but she's not getting higher. she only knows trust on her mind and soul.
that's why he left her as a relief,concentrating on something better than her attractive universe,for him she's called a burden that burns the shadows away,that was kind of extra hit for her peaceful humanity.
she's taken for a disappointment,that's why only the truth is rejected by those who's hearts were the darkest,so as their embrace could be such pathetic way to grab or stab someone's weak place,grab their ATTENTION,grab their POWER,grab their ABILLITY,grab their HEART and stab it,like they stab their own life... (but she could be appreciated by me.) it's heavy. rain is heavy as the place in her heart,now,she's in the rain. and i'm still looking on her wet clothes,her ripped jeans and pale face,her destroyed from the rain make up,her wet hair,her lost smile that made me feel realize my mistakes,but humanity never lose. she never lost,he lost the chances to turn these incredible moments with her back again and again. that's the reason,she's in the rain..powerful aura such as hers,she trapped me inside with her kiss,grabbed my attention till the end of it,i'm loosing myself over her nature.
her smile appeared,
the sun came,
and rain stopped,
she went somewhere
so far,so far away
i knew she ran to
hug the sun..
