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What Feels To Be Unreal.

I could feel Earth's vibrations coming.

Breathing. Slow motion.

Sky is running out of time. Animals disappear from ground.

Eyes are haunting in the night, flashes cut inside.

The enemy grows bigger as hearts are getting eaten,

eyes swollen, hands shaking from earth's largest power

in Universe- cosmic danger regeneration;

penetration is on, poison sucks on your skin,

tongue freezes,painting the back of your sin,

creating rooms of dust and evil, envy and kill;

hands are tightening the weight of the world,

Earth's shaking, eyes see everything

In a world drowning in madness, faking

all the goodness flying, air dirty, souls dying.

Powerless and absorbed on the edge of regret,

living nightmares with the walking dead,

end is near as our humanity,

in shape-box as hanged pig,

nobody hears the insanity

we've came along to fear.

Hands shaking, Earth's breaking

new dawn is taking our last scene.

World is so gone, nothing's real.

-t.f.s.

“Don’t confuse your path with your destination. Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for sunshine.”

— Unknown

Come true//

I tell you I hate the indoors

And you cage me in a room

I say I crave the sky

But you only let me out at night

I tell you how much I hate rituals

And you tell me to follow each by heart

I don't like conventional

Yet you are anything but radical

Each thing you do

Is either dictated

Preplanned or decided for you

My free will dies, eachtime I look at you

I try to walk paths I think will run parallel to yours

We never intersect and somehow that never bothered you

I tell you I don't believe in destinies

Yet we are destined to be doomed

I thought I could fight depression

But the biggest weight holding me from living is you

I say I would like to add flowers to the garden

You say you're out of time

So precious time that only counts for you

None for my pursuits

I can only breath borrowed air

I can only wear forgotten bruises

You say you love me

I don't think it is true

Love doesn't mean to be conformed

To your likings

It doesn't mean to put everyone else's happiness except ourselves

It doesn't mean nothing changes in your life

And I have to sacrifice

Everything till my time is due

In this lie of love I wait

Patiently for my reel to end

Make the final appearance

Let the curtains fall

Once and for all

And this pretend play

Ends at a high note

They will say

Oh they loved eachother so

It's true

But that's a thing about

Pathological liars

They make you believe

In happy endings

That never came true

Сенрю 2

Заровени очи

в кутия без мисли

времето спи .

-t.f.s.

Reborn.

Feels so good to be reborn,

my room of art awaits me,

let the sunset shine on me,

let it paint me in warmth.

-t.f.s.

Poet is a storm.

I am writing in directions hoping to find the answer,

losing myself in a spiral of unworthiness,

my crazy mind recreated loneliness.

I needed to release the chaos with word,

moulding them into power coming

through a heart of glass that's glowing.

Formed a shape that only words

could come through a mind,

shaving the mud from my arms

to distract the miserable feeling

that caught me off guard.

I myself am not the best writer,

but if my poetry was made of gold,

If my soul burns in fire (motivation),

then i'm proud to be a storm.

-t.f.s.

- your words could be a flicker to somebody's heart,

but a scar to someone else's arm.

Life is not all about sad things ,

and it's not about promises ,

it's not only about happiness ,

It's about to feed your own need ,

and to smile to images no one can ,

as you make your breath the air

the others can breathe together

and life can change you ,

it can crush you, break you ,

torn you apart ,

but what it's inside

it is never lost.

-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

Ocean blues.

Explore places

That oceans hide

Beneath our feet.

-t.f.s.

Silent thoughts.

Behind the sickness

I'd wish to drown

In your affection

I seek, I draw

the feeling

of death's birth,

a feeling like that

It never regrets.

You stole what I felt

Freedom could step

Into the unknown

Into the farewell,

It never became dark

But just lonely,

not enough.

—T.F.S.