MARIT LAGE 

In the dark.

In the dark we open minds

just like a box of fantasy,

I want to take a brain trip

to your imaginary system.

In the dark we open minds,

close intentions,outside's cold,

chasing the shadows you're a hunter,

following your steps, devil's a stalker,

don't come closer, it's dark fantasy.

-t.f.s.

Feelings.

Tired or not, who cares?

Sad or happy, who stays?

Harder to be sad sometimes

is like harder to be happy,

who else sees the other picture of me

trying to be someone else to chase?

In order to complete, we run in chaos

giving it a try to full ourselves,

happy isn't a gift, nor sad to be

we deserve to live

just like places in us

deserve to be free.

-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.

Сенрю 2

Заровени очи

в кутия без мисли

времето спи .

-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.

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.

To find.

I wish to find happiness in what I am,

In what I usually am cursing,

But what it means to find

When I've lost my comfort?

Late nights, same questions

It lasts until when I wake up

I see the sun waving at me

And now I forgot what's

been troubling me .

-t.f.s.

My favourite work.

In the cold, a snowy tundra,

An entire horizon of trees half dead,

Solace in a winter solstice

A place where I can find beauty in the death of nature,

Knowing it will grow again, but not now.

Knowing I will grow again, somehow.

Weather consisting of frost and flakes

Someday I will live in the cold,

Wether it be with someone I love,

Or not.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in "The Diaries of Franz Kafka,"