You Say Your Name Is Heavy

Your sadness is my sadness. Wherever you go,I'll follow you and spoil your spirit. I'll be hoping for you to grow more courage anyway. I'll be there with you,you're just not going to notice,I'm quiet yet calm,loving and patient for your heart. Because one day I'll be the one to warm it up.

-t.f.s.

" I'd balance your body

Like holding a guitar,

And I'd gently play on strings

Just like I gently caress your skin. "

-t.f.s.

Muse.

the color of your tiptoes are underlined in pain

wearing

same mistakes again

and again

and

again .

questions are answers you barely know

slipping outside of your window ,

truth escapes your roots

and it hurts to press it

while it still blows .

oh , what a foolish and pretending man you are ,

like a cover of a résumé ,

distinguished , yet afraid

to touch the tip of my lips

without letting my grip slip ,

tone out of reach ,

with a husky , voice deep ,

haunting , inspiring and neat

like a pleasing feeling

tickling me , kissing my fingers

- you're art , unavoidable , breathtaking

tearing everything apart , a daydreamer .

-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.

To find.

I wish to find happiness in what I am,

In what I usually am cursing,

But what it means to find

When I've lost my comfort?

Late nights, same questions

It lasts until when I wake up

I see the sun waving at me

And now I forgot what's

been troubling me .

-t.f.s.

If I'm being honest, I can't even begin to properly channel alot of my anger

But even then it's barely visible, barely recognizable not taken seriously

Be it the hatred I feel, or my off bloodthirsty thoughts that dance around the back of my mind or the inessential lust for violence

To act on these thoughts and feelings would be wrong

But to leave them as they are

At least to me seems so utterly disappointing

Знаете ли, че според някои определени хора, “сродните души“ се срещат в нашия свят за кратко, но никога не се женят. Причината за това е, че ако две такива души се отдадат една на друга те ще се саморазрушат.

- Взето от една книга.

Season change.

After april's windy session

darkness vanished and sun came

rain stopped and flowers drew

each corner making beautiful view.

-t.f.s.

Lost bird.

In her eyes i see million graveyards,

i see her in chains,her body is like caged,

in her world i was fighting alone,

the air smells like death,her eyes were green

like the poison that destroys,

she's a prisoner in her own mind,

she's trapped inside,she craved

for more wars-more desire,

her legs were moving themselves

like it wasn't her controling herself.

she was lost and in need to kill,

everyone was leaving her side,

that's why she became a weapon,

that's why her green shiny eyes cried,

but outside she was a death machine

for troubles and no one wanted to see,

that sadness made her dangerous to use,

the pain was never gone,she never lose..

....somewhere in the lost place of her own

the wind was blowing everything up,

and after the fog that scared million souls,

she was there,sitting on the edge,in a throne,

her scary existence was rare,staring on the center,

this creature had no idea what was hope to wear.

her world was falling apart,her love was taken,

she was drown inside with chains locked

deeper than ocean, malicious like a sin

empty as the void,she was keeper,

she was a reaper,sending souls' death away

i had to fight against her silent sadness,

i had to wash it all away and make her believe

that she was the loved one,she was needed to be free.

-t.f.s.

[Inspired by the anime Black rock shooter]

“The ones who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”

— Steve Maraboli