Stuffed Shark And Kisame

Знаете ли, че според някои определени хора, “сродните души“ се срещат в нашия свят за кратко, но никога не се женят. Причината за това е, че ако две такива души се отдадат една на друга те ще се саморазрушат.

- Взето от една книга.

Part of me liked part of you

just because there was nobody

to like you like that too.

-t.f.s.

you suffer because you get attached to things that were never meant to last

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.

A safe space for my fellow poets

I hear your pain

so eloquently told

Let me lay down a nest for your broken heart

A soft place where shadows of lost souls

weave wads of thoughts into unique fabrics

that swaddle inner children

with the joy of poetry

...

Joy-the-poet

Senryū X

Your heart is wounded

in an empty hole all the

way back into soul .

-t.f.s.

Живеем в неглижирано време където всичко е далеч от слънчевите лъчи на съзнанието. Разумът е сложно отделение , лабиринт в който потопяваш ръцете си и цялата си енергия , фокусът който те поддържа буден.

Да търсиш онова което ти прилича на твоето , на собствено щастие , което идва от теб , не от други фактори или лица. Да оставиш времето да лети сякаш досега е замръзнало , затворено в хладилник на вечността .

И още се питам , за какво ни е нужно да неглижираме малките жестове , хубавите галещи ни зад ушите думи , които дори оставят следи във вятъра и сякаш шептят като ехо ,

лицата с тези топлещи усмивки , сякаш светът има друг лик , друг необичаен вид красота. Защо?

Защото можем , защото се крием от истинския смисъл на живота. И един ден той ще ни намери скитащи в някой ъгъл на уличката.

Night's Young.

Night changes in colors , quietness .

Walls beside you are sleeping.

Melody is a wind longing for rain ,

a stress relief that burns me

underneath self -consciousness .

Moon is waiting for flowers to sleep

just like a mother prepares its child

for a long awaited break .

Part of me would still be lost

In this dark quiet place

where I wish to stay hidden

away from everything ,

just like a magic trick .

If It was just me to ponder

and keep my feelings away

to be whoever I want to be

the world would never stay

along with me ,

under a moon of blessings

where the night goes on

and trees cherish moments ,

as flowers sleep peacefully ,

tender voices crack in silence

and doors creak inside ,

but night is friendly

and still so green

to be thrown away .

-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.

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