My Poems - Blog Posts

Ocean blues.

Explore places

That oceans hide

Beneath our feet.

-t.f.s.

Scary nights.

Fears enter my room

air blows my way,

odd scent comes,

dead men haunt

to capture me.

-t.f.s.

Source: apocalypse dream.

Mind.

Fulfill a destiny

in your hands,

there is no end

there is only death.

-t.f.s.

Motivation.

She is a friend,

desire, create

new elements

of worlds in place.

-t.f.s.

Oddest places spent,

darkness in a hand,

shades of grey stand

in the palm of my head.

Falling down,

coming around,

there's fallen ash

under my pillow heart.

-t.f.s.

Distortion.

Waves crash me in your inner self,

Helpless, finding your angles,

your voice doesn't have a tune,

deeper than ocean blue,

your desperation hides under

waves of separation, compassion.

-t.f.s.

Feels like home.

Do you know why you feel like home?

Because when you're far away from me

I feel lost; I'm hopeless and homeless man

without your endless and sweet love.

- source: someone i love.

(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.

My feelings are not just a phase,they are valid. My existence is a value, and It needs to be heard especially when people try to act awful and selfish on you. What's your goal? If you have one,then you're already going there. Because no one can stop you. And no one ever will. Tears are a privacy shelter from other faces and honestly beauty can be found in pieces. But i know,one day or one year I'll truly understand what made me feel to be unwanted/unrealized personality character from a movie that's never real.

-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.

Smile.

Chaos, words

In

my mouth.

Screaming,

nowhere to shout.

It sucks

to stay at

place where

I don't belong.

Don't worry,

smile,

breathe when

they choke.

-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.

(For a friend who deactivated).

Don't pull off your skin,

It's not late to go and sleep.

Your eyes seem crushed,tired;

I don't want them to break me.

Don't go and dance alone

your ghost is chasing you home.

Pick your body up with middle finger out,

don't close the curtains, don't fall out.

When I listen to you my throat aches,

my fingers bleed, too cold to take;

Where's your home now?

What time is your NOW?

Open the door ,

wishing to see you

but your body is unstable.

Where are you?

Don't lose your soul!

Take another day, lay on!

-t.f.s.

Urge.

The way their voices jump through high notes–

It makes me go nervous;

Realizing that hearing their voices out loud

scares you a little bit, because it's maybe

the way they sound in sex fantasy.

-t.f.s.

Hiding

Danger greets us

To when we find attachment,

Relationship between me and you

Is that we're both so ignorant.

Story begins with "US" ,

but ends with "I".

How can I run away?

Powers perish me

It's what I used to be.

- t.f.s.

Increasing

Soft spots in forgiveness,

Love runs in between the ashes.

That's where we're meant to be,

completely unpredictable,

playing chess for free.

-t.f.s.

Title.

My life? It has no title.

It has edges that I have

to break through.

-t.f.s

Self- rejection.

I could hear my own silence

Deep down my throat it hurts

To take mistakes in one sip.

-t.f.s.

Diary.

Hey,pain. Are you still knocking on my front door?

What time is it already? Is it time for me to go?

Hi,pain. I'm calling you to stay away from me,

I wish you to vanish, I don't wanna be afraid anymore,

go away, don't stay beside me, you'll make me burn.

Hey,pain. Are you awake?

I wish you never return.

Sometimes you come at me

and it's a good feeling, but

I don't wanna have one now.

You broke my healthy spirit

and now it's all gone,

you went through my windows

and now all I see is blur.

I hope you don't come back,

I want to be alone by myself,

I wish to go elsewhere

without you,negativity.

Without you,sadness,pain and darkness.

Don't follow me.

-t.f.s.

Insane!!

Teeth,I hear scratches on my walls,

the voices,they paint dead end on my head.

I can see smiling faces behind me,burrying

me and my thoughts with their dirty hands.

Happiness- is that sound happiness when

your neck cracks instead of relax?

It haunts me,their pain follows-

all the yellow colour tones make me throw up.

I need them to get out of me and my messy mind,

GET AWAY,GET AWAY- I shout.

Blood covered with twisted lies,

I'm traveling in a twisted world,

my life is an insane tribe.

-t.f.s.

My mind is a house with closed curtains. My heart is a wound with opened wide mouth. I used to hear the music, used to feel it loud. But everything is blurry, i can't stand it. Imagination is dark and it has a place for a love killer. Voices used to be soul's favourite and now they are the unknown in the desert... Searching is travel but there is no light if the house isn't opened.

-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.

The tip of your fingers led me to beautiful places- like the beauty in your eyes,

but in my dreams they were slowly fading

when you rushed our kiss to end.

-t.f.s.

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

-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.

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.

I compared her to my sunsets. She threw away the stormy clouds in her pocket and showed her shiny smile. That's called a morning sunshine.

-t.f.s.

Sun was killing my senses,my dreams are locked in somebody's hands. Desires are lost in my skies full of grown up memories. They need to be fed.

Her gaze exposed the missing piece of a courage. She was the mind killer.

(Chaotic context, don't mind it)

My crossing surface leads me to a memory

All the mountains of thoughts,they reach out

to hang me on the wall of open doors,

they take me away in the nothingness..

It urges to be eater,it crawls, ties me up..

I'm not ready to be observed yet..

Darkness is a crossover , I don't want to lose it.

-t.f.s.