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(In honor of Chester Bennington-1976-2017)

20th of march;

Today is used to be your birthday..

-Lost in the echo.

• I promised the waves whenever I am away, to let them sing

for the other lonely souls,

promised that I'll be happy and I'll let my smile

and others smiles collide

in a circle of precious time

where my mind could be a whole paradise.

Life is not fair but as long as you're here with me,

our light matters in a place where our hearts would shine,

where we would be as important as everything that's meant to be.

A moment is all we ARE and we'll be. Together forever. We're living for the music,for the feelings, for the love, for ourselves.

Somewhere,someday I'll be a lost star in a cloud, with a blurry flicker,

crossing the world, life's like a dream trip.

Promise me, whenever I am away to let your heart accept my past mistakes, accept me as I am.. lost in the echoes of ocean waves.

— t.f.s.

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

Senryū VII

Malevolence

through the eyes of a child's pray ,

devil was once an angel .

-t.f.s.

Insane!!

Teeth,I hear scratches on my walls,

the voices,they paint dead end on my head.

I can see smiling faces behind me,burrying

me and my thoughts with their dirty hands.

Happiness- is that sound happiness when

your neck cracks instead of relax?

It haunts me,their pain follows-

all the yellow colour tones make me throw up.

I need them to get out of me and my messy mind,

GET AWAY,GET AWAY- I shout.

Blood covered with twisted lies,

I'm traveling in a twisted world,

my life is an insane tribe.

-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.

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature til 1 am with? a boy who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with his head on my lap. someone to walk around museums with, and then tells me that my beauty doesn’t compare to statues or paintings. where do you get one? 

"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!

С последния си дъх

ще погълна всичко

за да мога да живея

да остана , да мечтая

в очи - вселени с

милиони галактики ,

живеят в тялото ми ,

ликуват в душата ми

с последния си дъх .

Diary.

Hey,pain. Are you still knocking on my front door?

What time is it already? Is it time for me to go?

Hi,pain. I'm calling you to stay away from me,

I wish you to vanish, I don't wanna be afraid anymore,

go away, don't stay beside me, you'll make me burn.

Hey,pain. Are you awake?

I wish you never return.

Sometimes you come at me

and it's a good feeling, but

I don't wanna have one now.

You broke my healthy spirit

and now it's all gone,

you went through my windows

and now all I see is blur.

I hope you don't come back,

I want to be alone by myself,

I wish to go elsewhere

without you,negativity.

Without you,sadness,pain and darkness.

Don't follow me.

-t.f.s.

Life is a line you shouldn't cross when you're downwards. As if in matter of fact you've already given up. It's not your fault for being who you are,it's your fault for not seeing the best part of it because YOU make it the best. When sun rises,you go down and think otherwise "what else is left for me now?" And when moon rises, your inner self just rises with night too. You create sudden conversations with yourself seeing the case of the problem that's gotten into your soul and it's making your skin tremble nervously. When your thoughts play chess and don't give up on hitting you, your dreams seem to be a broken mirror. But they aren't because it's an illusion. Your mind develop your self-mirror in which everything is illusion but one is real- yourself. You're alive with heart still beating. Don't give up to have another beginning. Don't waste time for useless thoughts. Don't give reason for illusion to eat you up.

-t.f.s.