"Purple Paradise".

Senryū IV

In the meadow field

love is outermost to call ,

distant in time's truce .

-t.f.s.

To Forget.

If I could kiss

the deepest parts

of your unforgiven skin ,

holding on tight to

your storming charm

is what can't be resisted.

There is no cure

for your ocean eyes ,

and how you see me

in colorized motions ,

all alone , longing to

taste your feelings on

the tip of my tongue.

-t.f.s.

Trauma. Horrific catastrophe

of disease fullfiling my body

as I tremble and can't wake up.

My body can't take exhausting

desire to take medication- numbness.

Do I want it or do I need it?

It's something my soul continues to overthink.

-just a chaos made by t.f.s.

The Broken Column (inspired by Frida Kahlo's painting)

Love is part of my body ,

a molecule that I'm taking with me along with my loneliness .

For I stay forever young in

pain ,

I shall give freedom a comeback again .

These ribbons tied around

in a knot around my head ,

my body feels death ,

but my mind doesn't

feel the heavy thread.

In a world that doesn't forgive

I'm my own big relief

between you and me .

A "cripple" can see through shit

more than anything in the world,

even when I'm powerless

I can take a single breath

the way my hands

create the shape of a poem .

-l.i.b.

Where are all my convictions? On top of some pocket or did I leave them in the middle of the road? I don't remember where the parts I scattered went, but maybe if I manage to fly with my wings and my soul evolves, I will be where heaven is - true happiness.

-t.f.s.

I am flesh, I am a memory, a simple thought easily forgotten, hardly perceived sometimes I am not myself and whoever I am in those moments cannot be trusted yet they've been allowed monopoly over my mind, or at least a mind that we share, I cannot collect my thoughts as they cannot collect me, I am a moment, an experience, a sensation, often wanted often not, hardly anything special,. Yet I ache for completion, an almost parasitic hunger, I attempt to devour myself, lest I be consumed by another,as my lungs battle the weakness that infected them, whatever pride I had mustered laid dead before me, as I made my peace on my knees, ever obedient To those that would do me harm, yet in rare moments that I am not who I say I am trust not my words of obedience and meekness for violence and bloody revolt follows soon after, I am a stone upon the pathway, to cause you to stumble or to be used against your enemies. I am a cool evening breeze, that either brings comfort and relief, or heralds a greater storm to come, I am a leaf, fallen and dried resting beneath a tree surrounded by kindling, to be crushed beneath your feet to your satisfaction or to nurse a spark that would set the whole forest ablaze, I am nothing to you but what I can give, i can be your aide, a warning or simply your undoing

Mephistos-stuff

Nature!♡

"Spring"

- 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.

– Emma Reyes art.

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.