— You Don't Need To Follow Something/ Someone Because They're Pretty. Make Yourself Prettier Than Anything

Her skin was a diamond

peeled off from society

used for cravings

another light turned

her echo into chaos

and what about

her risky chances

of survival?

She tip toed the edge

of her lungs to breathe ;

the mesmerizing fear

of trying to catch the rain

just lives inside her head ,

it dances in the wrong way

instead of her moving forward

she played in black tiles ,

wondering what's love like

as a complete tragic comedy

that beats in her own mind .

-t.f.s.

We don't waste time in speech,

We do bleed in touch, angels of love..

And it is tough to know how much

Life spends your worth to live on.

Something seems to be found in loss.. we never know.

-t.f.s.

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.

— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva   

[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]

"Silent night."

Pressure.

Whole deadly dim of glory

flows with dirty air of essence

deeper than thoughts,

surround my chest.

Where are those voices

who scatter our breath,

names falling down,

faces stay the same.

Flashing lights recall,

the depths of spirits

they stroke to dawn.

Losing part of faith,

magnificent gesture

breaks away the silence,

without a cloak,

darkness is dull.

-t.f.s.

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.

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

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..

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life