My Poems - Blog Posts
I want to explore the bottom of your eclipse.
-t.f.s.
Sometimes i think that your eyes are poison and it makes me go out of control.
-t.f.s.
They asked me what it's like to be the oldest soul. But souls have no age, they just transfer anywhere in their free lives, being capable of creating many stories in many places. They aren't like us, they can be invisible and you won't feel them, but they embrace your whole material body while they are the anchor. I hope you understand how bad is to be the prisoner. They are the feeling you cannot stand up from bed. The noise that comes out from your head. The freedom you've been longing for. But souls need escape. They are just tired living inside a body,like they are locked in another space of chaos. Try to reach yourself by being productive in the name of nature.
-t.f.s.
People weren't capable of creating light.
They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.
Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.
-t.f.s
Circle of substances.
Body being accumulated
shot in a deadly dream
songs are playing in grave
Words filled with blood
whisper to my universe
myths i couldn't hear,
Like an acid in my body
the whole world destroys me,
it eats me and never swallow
chewing me like a gum
to welcome nightmares
at my mind's door.
It happened again,
one night,million times,
they enter infinity.
Those cut wrists,
lips swollen
death is coming
to a near end.
"End is
beginning,
beginning is
the end."
-Voices repeat.
-t.f.s.
DEAD WONDERLAND.
A thread between virtuality and truth,
the wind sings,the walls turn black,
shadows run quickly through them.
Does heaven exist in this murky world?
The wind blows hopelessly,
someone's eyes watch through hell.
The silence was a temporary consolation,
a noise-death sentence.
Weapons become poison to life,
and life changes.
That relentless smile,
making its way through
the mind,is getting wider.
The goodnight song flies through the air
and reminds of death.
Death,which they called
paradise and solvation.
Mask hides the face of death,
whispers it's last wishes
before killing someone
for good night.
The gates of hell open..
blood is pouring everywhere...
the flowers are dying along
with the song of the wind.
-t.f.s.
MYSTIC LAND- UNIVERSE'S EYE.
somewhere where the world is not boundless,
where the universe is a mystic land,
someone's presence knows every thread of it,
observes every movement of human existence,
and clings to its essence slowly,imperceptibly
with one goal-to take place and destroy its target.
eyes of rage and deep fear watch the Earth in its perfection.
Nibiru is disappearing,
the era of darkness is near,
new evil forces are waking up and circling
the galaxies to take what's theirs.
it's disguisting influence swallows and eats away
at the dark circle of eternity,drinking life to the
last drop.
the soaring shapeless body coming from
the heavens makes it's vengeful dance,
closes the space and regains its power
over the planet..
..and it will be back for more,
hiding behind Saturn's ring,
wrapping around every planet,
life time is running out fast,
the sun is fading,
everyone is dying.
-t.f.s.
ABSOLUTION-THE CALL.
suffer.
the moon gazes upon the quiet
fearful and dark city where
the screams are loud and strain,
awfullness continues in the streets
life is an incredible disease.
ocean waves come closer to the city,
it smells like death,it's poison,
none of them has seen what's
born inside in a hole
yet none of them(humans) will live long...
...no one will ever feel how deadly was this challenge,
no one could ever kill the absolute that lives and it will ever live on earth.
suffer.
those eyes don't hide the pure desire to kill and eliminate.
fear.
it smacks you down to give up and die in tears.
disease.
it's like the madness taking all over the world,
making chaos miserable to handle.
surviving doesn't exist when the end comes,
when the doors of Hell open,
when a sound appears...
...and the ocean rebels
to it's RELEASE..
-t.f.s.
MONSTER ABOVE.
world swims in black,eyes in the sky watching the whole human kind die. it flies..it whispers in the night.
the monster is here,hosting through the disappearing light.
everything fades,the tension edges,
it's eyes take control over the places.
it's true form never shows,it hides in depths
of darkness,it comes in when you're alone,
quick,it captures your soul.
in a world full of darkness,
the blue sky shall be gone,
the warm sun won't come,
only black swims along,
staring in the dawn.
-t.f.s.
REVEAL.
your luxury was worth that light my pleasure,
my imagination of you is all that matters,
the secret language for your body
took my will to hold on my sins,
forgetting all the darkness,you're
making me sick to reveal.
-t.f.s.
TRAVEL TO INFINITY
In a obstacle of time
My spirit was rising,
Calling the unknown demons
That caught my own heart.
Captured by the sunlight
I could read the given symbols
Formed as bird clouds in the sky.
In my own world i defined death
As another start through this whole battle in infinity,
Through the land of the missing
Which cracked me and led me
To unforgotten sea of mystery.
There was no such thing as the ability to resist the voices of mermaids catching your breath,
The ability to open up your world
To another face that remains the same difficult pain,
I relive in the ocean,
I breathe when there's no more sorrow to borrow.
Voices who recall my sweet memories,
They tremble in my head,they bring me the essamble,
I stay in troubles to justify them,to change them into something unsaved.
I could see no more demons among my dread,
I could release,break through someone's angle,for helping my distant self.
My heart is not having depths,
My mind's getting overwhelmed with signs,
Conquered thoughts,
Different lights,
Everything flashes
As i travel back in time.
-t.f.s.
"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!
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.
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.
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.
She's in the rain.
she's in the rain as
she promised him
to stay out of his heart
but in that day
she couldn't stop it
she only fell apart
is she a sinner as
it was heard?
no,she's just
out of her control
she's getting addicted to his art,he's just a mind-blow to her yellow heart. none of her words could be let out like a dangerous poison for her ears,she's the one with issues of fear,regretting the cases earlier that made her feel like her chest hurts and her mind gets loud because the world has this void,stuck on her,and her pulse stopped working because of the nothingness,it's like a rose with a broken neck..wasting it's death..
i've should known back then,i've shouldn't leave her like a relief,i've should take her back in my shell,where my space is free and could it be for her..because her space was touched,her body was damaged...and i could fix that,i'm such a shame. i've could take the hits in my brain,as long as she feels comfortable in my own world,she's not a relief..no. she deserved to see another kind of artistic mind. she's destructed. but open-minded. she's naive. but she's with a heart of glass. she has no money. but still,she has that surprisingly attractive side. she's called "paradise",but in her fears she's paralyzed. she creates like God,but she's not getting higher. she only knows trust on her mind and soul.
that's why he left her as a relief,concentrating on something better than her attractive universe,for him she's called a burden that burns the shadows away,that was kind of extra hit for her peaceful humanity.
she's taken for a disappointment,that's why only the truth is rejected by those who's hearts were the darkest,so as their embrace could be such pathetic way to grab or stab someone's weak place,grab their ATTENTION,grab their POWER,grab their ABILLITY,grab their HEART and stab it,like they stab their own life... (but she could be appreciated by me.) it's heavy. rain is heavy as the place in her heart,now,she's in the rain. and i'm still looking on her wet clothes,her ripped jeans and pale face,her destroyed from the rain make up,her wet hair,her lost smile that made me feel realize my mistakes,but humanity never lose. she never lost,he lost the chances to turn these incredible moments with her back again and again. that's the reason,she's in the rain..powerful aura such as hers,she trapped me inside with her kiss,grabbed my attention till the end of it,i'm loosing myself over her nature.
her smile appeared,
the sun came,
and rain stopped,
she went somewhere
so far,so far away
i knew she ran to
hug the sun..
Singing Nightmare.
nightmare is a singer
singing in the dark as
there is a following cry
in the corner of my own.
sirens appear as
hallucinations of deep fear,
crying is not gonna save us,
trap is going to break us,
no one is here to take us.
the fear we are waiting for
is near...
so closer,i can feel the cold air
making goosebumps on my skin,
telling me to prepare
no time for deadly stories,
fear soon is coming,
screams aren't helping
they only break the ceiling
wishes in this planet
don't come true,
death is all for you,
all for you,
don't waste it
don't taste it,
don't regret it,
hear it...nightmare comes,
it comes for you to
sing you a song.
"The Blissful Kiss of Death"
Kill
Kill
Kill
Whatever is left
Of those dirty little thoughts
Inside your head
With my hands around your throat
And your knives in my back
All these sleazy moments
Forever lost in the black
So give me death
In this orgasm
And the life from your lips
To fulfill this bloodstained fantasy
And forever stain
Your purest bliss
With whatever is left
Of my filth
Within this kiss
Sex is a Game, But This is How We Pray... Available on Amazon
