Моята дефиниция за самота е малко по-различна. Не сама, а

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.

Senryū XII

It hurts the most when

you get through it all and , still ,

you are a gray zone .

-t.f.s.

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.

Philosophy is the best cure because it does teach you how to live and die.

-t.f.s.

Her heart could drift away

because home' s her place

where she took care

of her heart that stood and stared

at the little things hidden behind

a laugh , startle in the night ,

every starlight in her sky

showing there's love

in anything she does ,

so she whispers

secretly , smiling

to herself

"I'm the best"

and back then

she never regretted

the magic she possessed .

-t.f.s.

you suffer because you get attached to things that were never meant to last

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.

Senryū III

A sacrifice dance ,

a fight left and lulled into

hearts with pelts across doom .

-t.f.s.

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.