My Favourite Work.

Monster.

A storm of madness

inside a dark hole

smashes existence

wearing Devil's name

on It's face.

-t.f.s

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

-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.

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

Growing out of ideas

Is like drinking an empty cup,

Forgetting what is real,

Forgetting how it hurts.

Another motion thrown

In curiousity to burn

pages that never opened.

It is time.. for the other side.

—T.F.S.

Senryū XI

We are not yet found ,

universe takes and gives us

whatever should be .

-t.f.s.

Senryū V

In God's mighty depth ,

I perch in reluctance to

find the meekly edge .

-t.f.s.

How is it possible for me to remember the simplest movements of hands unknown to me:

They collect the memories slowly, with ease, so as not to drop them

and the words stop the music that I created for myself in silence.

But do they hear my sobbing heart

isolated by mirrored walls?

-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!