-Dance Class At The Opera, Rue Le Peletier-

I find myself in awakening,

time loses it's power to release,

my mind used to be a tower

where no longer It has defeat.

-t.f.s.

Night is a spectator for me and you, a life that's never a flower,but it's a waterfall reaching its never ending saga.

-t.f.s.

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

I wished to be solved case

In which pages is my faith,

forever alone in my arms,

i know that myself i am

called "NOT enough".

-t.f.s.

(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.

Me facing my problems

Pleasure.

you'll leave me untouchable,

lack of self-control,

you see another victim

suffering from deficiency,

keep your eyes closed when

I try to get the pain away

while stealing a kiss from your lips.

denying to love me is another

pointless option,don't play

too roughly on me.

I want to taste the

victory with you,

just like the entirety

that we dance through.

give in completely

when you feel me,

liars like you keep

so many surprises inside.

remind me of the

taste of love,touch me

with your fingers that

want to scratch my flesh.

do my lips deserve

your unearthly fruit?

and the color that

illuminates your

corners,magical

and full of secrets,

pleasure is a food

for our emotions,

right?

let your movements

be honest with my body

and let your hands sink

into my paradise.

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.

I searched for papers in life...I was so dedicated in them that I built my own reality there. Rolling in the deepest secrets of every page,every scar left me unspoken,unseen..so dark,rarely breathing.. I found my inspiration in your incoming colours,blue was the one I fell for. Because blue was motivation,blue was you and your emotion. In saddest times we keep ourselves awake..and if you don't wake yourself up, life's going to beat you.

-t.f.s.