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where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature til 1 am with? a boy who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with his head on my lap. someone to walk around museums with, and then tells me that my beauty doesn’t compare to statues or paintings. where do you get one? 

"Every human is a poet."(mixed styles)

"Sometimes a person's hands can dream of writing,they create an unimaginable collection of words,magic and captivate the world. And then...the people became poets."

I. "Touch me with hands,that are similar with art."

One night,human art became a reality,showing it's emotions in front of someone's eyes and emphasizing the brilliance of the truth that dances and comes to life in it.

tears,sadness and happiness dressed in a circle,

rise brightly and take someone's breath away.

Rain.

A pleasant sound reminiscent

of a favorite experience.

Irresistible farewell to the moon,

love grows.

The fairytale dances in the words,

and the art in it rises,colors the

paints around,but with the help

of exquisite flesh.

behold,the poet in white,who walks

his way endlessly.

he seeks this duty,fulfills his destiny

and draws it.

II. "Seasons of colors that don't fade,i'm not grey anymore."

Poetry brings together the seasons

of loneliness and virtuality in one,

hovering somewhere in a hidden and

safe place to keep them inside.

Nature was beautiful,captivating,

and indescribable to the eye,

the poet painted it's history.

III. "Poet's secret weapons"

"Black as mind".

Mind over matter

what doesn't matter

is in the mind

to much random voices

telling you things,

but don't let those

in the mind win

outsmart them,

because this mind

can often lie to you

In ways that can't be

undone,history will

repeat itself.

But you can outrun

what's within the mind

saint and sinners are hiding.

But your mind is a power organ

that doesn't deserve to run and hide.

2. "Colorful as the feeling".

For the first time in this tranquil life,

his heart was on pins and needles.

"Love" had him on his knees.

Her name-the quintessence of beauty,

her physiognomy-even Aphrodites' envy

could be seen from her quarters.

This feeling called "love",has turned

his world upside down.

Which new chaos is to come?

Silent feeling,another voice mumbling,

many emotions explode through this love,

such as sadness,lack want,faith,nostalgia.

Alas,he forgot that this one- sided love

will torment his soul.

He's half-destroyed from his own mind,

he wants to make art when he feels,

love will be part of his dreams.

Art connects love,freedom,but

what he needed was love,he kept

on being destroyed.

Isn't this what love does,when two souls

aren't meant to be?

The boy in love perfects his reveire.

The boy in love knows now what fate

has in store for him.

Yes,these two souls are meant to be.

Because he knows now that his muse

feels the same.

One day,these two hearts will connect deeply.

One day,their souls will be linked in this ocean

of life and beauty.

3. "Invisible as soul"

Ready to touch the world,

soul was quiet,watching

the visible beings falling.

Souls can't melt,

they can attach,

art's their way to speak,

the way to express

and see what's not

hidden anymore.

Through rainy minds,

through wet and dark places,

music flies around the city,

the air feels heavy...

music is very different,

it can be tasted,

it can be felt when

hearts melt so suddenly.

Art is coming to save

someone's invisible soul.

Through black and white,

a soul can pass the line

and give up into life's hands,

give up to feel what can't be held.

It feels so strong that it can't be real,

poet's heart is ready for another endless life

nights are easy out-going with music,

his whole body's filled with universe's marks

he's ready to create more,even if his soul

felt invisible and alone.

"...In the end,his heart will be taken by poetry,his hands will search for what's understandable to reach.."

Credits to:

@noorehloubi , @thegirlwiththebird and me!

-styles mixed.

- 1."Black as mind" wrriten by @thegirlwiththebird

-2. "Colorful as the feeling" written by @noorehloubi

- the rest is written by me,please do not steal/copy.

Thank you for the reading!

“I also feel like traveling and getting to know the literatures of foreign countries.”

— Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Alfred Schlenker, wr. c. November 1914

Lost bird.

In her eyes i see million graveyards,

i see her in chains,her body is like caged,

in her world i was fighting alone,

the air smells like death,her eyes were green

like the poison that destroys,

she's a prisoner in her own mind,

she's trapped inside,she craved

for more wars-more desire,

her legs were moving themselves

like it wasn't her controling herself.

she was lost and in need to kill,

everyone was leaving her side,

that's why she became a weapon,

that's why her green shiny eyes cried,

but outside she was a death machine

for troubles and no one wanted to see,

that sadness made her dangerous to use,

the pain was never gone,she never lose..

....somewhere in the lost place of her own

the wind was blowing everything up,

and after the fog that scared million souls,

she was there,sitting on the edge,in a throne,

her scary existence was rare,staring on the center,

this creature had no idea what was hope to wear.

her world was falling apart,her love was taken,

she was drown inside with chains locked

deeper than ocean, malicious like a sin

empty as the void,she was keeper,

she was a reaper,sending souls' death away

i had to fight against her silent sadness,

i had to wash it all away and make her believe

that she was the loved one,she was needed to be free.

-t.f.s.

[Inspired by the anime Black rock shooter]

via weheartit

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.

I meet a girl.

Her hair, it flowed behind her ears like trees on a windy summer day.

Her lips, they were like smooth like silk to the tip with a touch of cherry.

Her skin was as clear and as venerable as the clouds.

But...

Her eyes..

They symbolized the ocean.

You only saw the beautiful surface, the crashing waves and the enchanting blue tent....

...but underneath was a deep and dangerous pool of fear and pain but worst of all...lonelyness..

No one, not even herself dared to dive down into that pool...

-anonymous

Something changes the way she moves,

the way her hair is shining,but her mind is dying,

her eyes are oceans,deep,crystal clear,

they're the stars in the sky that watch every night,every year

she's an angel,she's a living dream,

her heart can make you hotter than the sun,

her voice will never make you regret,her name's love.

-t.f.s.

Art's another adventure in life

Why am i that satisfied?

If i keep moving fast,

maybe i'll blast in colours

falling down to ashes when i burn,

keep receiving the best believe,

in my heart and mind i bleed.

-t.f.s.

Artache gets me high

Keeps me continuing inside

Art's throwin' away my bad vibe,

I do not like it,but i like it sometimes.

-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.

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.

Life's a book- people don't want to continue on the next page,cause they're not interested in it's content.

-source: #quotes.

"Purple Paradise".

You know,i'm being weak cause when i tried and in the end it's hopeless,i start to worry for the future somehow.

Source: quotes

-No matter where you are going to,i'll sing our song when you're gone.

Source: quotes.

I love you, no matter where you spend the night.

-iwlyfm

"Colorful life".

Nature!♡

"Spring"

"Silent night."

Joji. ❤

[ 運命 . ]

"But when i die in peace,will i be remembered?

Will i be pushed away,when it's over?

Will i just be a ghost turned into dust from facing the enemy?

But i'm not gold..i'm not silver..i'm just destiny.

If i choose to fight,i choose to die.

If i choose to run,i choose to hide.

If i choose to lie,i choose the hate.

If i go away late,it'll never be the same.

I,Destiny,bring either victory or loss.

I choose to crawl every place on the Earth,without departing from my own path.

I choose to be what i came for.

I don't hesitate.

I don't wait.

I complete

what's incomplete.

I don't take breaks in the skies,i fly.

I am,i'll always be,reachable destiny."

-credits: me

I have chased after the moon

Thinking it will fall in love with me too

But everyone loved it so much that it climbed the sky more high

Proud of being in the spotlight

He asked me, "what will you do to be mine?"

I said, " anything that your heart desires."

Then he told me to climb the highest level and jump

I climbed his ego and died in the arms of a liar.

- s.h

ART.

Art is an inspiration when you're not even expecting it to come and surprise you. Art is just a magical place where there is so much life to desire to,most of the times you feel like you're traveling in a lost and forgotten world with artworks and treasures called emotions,you'll find your peace because the ones who find the beauty,they see theirselves,when they find the doors of heaven,they form their peace inside them. Not many could believe it,but art is what's not always available on this world,it's connected with the spirit calling our bodies to set free.

𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,

𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳,

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦,

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪'𝘮

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧

𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴

𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

Insane.

Empty bed reminding me the screams that fill my head,feels like a dream,but i can't let go of it's reality. The thread of it,slowly becomes thin. Hitting the point where i lost my voice,can't be capable of screaming anymore.

The sheets cover my insanity,there are my fears hiding,hugging me cause they don't want me to go outside in this repeating society.

With these emotions i became insane.

funny and quite interesting.

One day, one rhyme- Day 2277

Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,

Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.

She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,

Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;

A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs

But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;

Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,

Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;

For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,

And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;

Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,

Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.

Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,

But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!

Get drunk and tell me how you really feel

Omg yus

A,

I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine, he used the be verb “a” and the word “love” in that particular order. I protested. And said, love is not “a”. It’s not a single thing, it’s not even a thing!  It’s an explosion of feelings, unending questions and a rush of everything in split seconds. I told him, and he retorted saying I am a linguist.  But no, it wasn’t about words, it was about feeling every sensation. But you know what is the best explanation of love? It is YOU. Your love is the heat of the Sun on my skin, the rust of coldness when you eat Ice Cream; the explosion of excitement when you jump off a cliff. You yourself is love.

- 1919

"The truth sure can taste very sweet sometimes,but it can be very salty,that's why we love to lie."