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Kalokagathia. (Philosophical poem)

[Kalokagathos]; kalokagathia

the world's sorrow,it painted the sky in black,so the dark can rule the night.

but when the dawn has come,the sun that remain happiness,showing around the spread of shiny thoughts flying over the woods,it defeats the dark doom.

light sends bloom,recovering the earth from dying,there's no end,there's no beginning in a frame.

kalokagathia-a true form of goodness,joy and lots of incredible beauty;

nature is what we found,a piece of unbelievable art in human's mindful world,when the creatures talk and crawl,when there's more powerful hope,admiring the picture in my soul,

wearing mother nature's instincts,reaching for a place to shine.

world's in a season of sunset end

so many roads aren't taken

seems so easy to discover the truth,

my small body is ready to hug the whole universe.

hands in scars,though large,

they reach for art that

restores charge in

this bright environment.

you'll find my art in your eyes,

believe in goodness somewhere around the skies,

my heart tells everything i desire,

my wishes come true,

body burns on fire.

art is where we live in,

life is nothing without colours,

we keep to use when we fade to black,

we recover our energy to go distant enough.

our minds aren't pointless,

they remain mystery,

looking like a small infinity room,

but full with so many memories and thoughts,

saving human's identity.

body's never changing

world is calling,

faces are yelling,

art conceptions

feel so alive,

they live inside any

undetectable

M I N D.

-t.f.s.

Flowers are growing outside of her soul,

she shivered like she's lost control-

she, a beautiful chaos reaching the light,

inside her features there is no time to die.

Human like her could tastify a God like me,

lost in her discovers, i'm in love with paradise.

-t.f.s.

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊🖤

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Сенрю 2

Заровени очи

в кутия без мисли

времето спи .

-t.f.s.

Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.

RELATIONGREY:

What people don't understand in a relationship is that it's not grey...

It's black and white

You're either loyal or you're a cheat

It's either bigotry or it's honesty

You either care about them for real or it's just a play pretend

If it's for real ,you are enough for your better half

If not ,then no amount self doubts can match and counter it

And somewhere in your gut you see those lines... But you chose to ignore it

So if you have this love that just blinds you

Always remember misery love company

And you need to do everything you can to grow out of it....

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

Живеем в неглижирано време където всичко е далеч от слънчевите лъчи на съзнанието. Разумът е сложно отделение , лабиринт в който потопяваш ръцете си и цялата си енергия , фокусът който те поддържа буден.

Да търсиш онова което ти прилича на твоето , на собствено щастие , което идва от теб , не от други фактори или лица. Да оставиш времето да лети сякаш досега е замръзнало , затворено в хладилник на вечността .

И още се питам , за какво ни е нужно да неглижираме малките жестове , хубавите галещи ни зад ушите думи , които дори оставят следи във вятъра и сякаш шептят като ехо ,

лицата с тези топлещи усмивки , сякаш светът има друг лик , друг необичаен вид красота. Защо?

Защото можем , защото се крием от истинския смисъл на живота. И един ден той ще ни намери скитащи в някой ъгъл на уличката.

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.