I Have Chased After The Moon

Will is not broken

Even through darkness

Through hallways of death,

Through rage and pain,

Sickness in vain ,

It is easier to open a door

rather than unleash fears.

-t.f.s.

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “

Her gaze exposed the missing piece of a courage. She was the mind killer.

" Summer is a miracle-

We share the same sun

And sleep under same moon

In a lifetime that we dreamed for. "

-t.f.s.

Mind.

Fulfill a destiny

in your hands,

there is no end

there is only death.

-t.f.s.

Monster.

A storm of madness

inside a dark hole

smashes existence

wearing Devil's name

on It's face.

-t.f.s

I wished to be solved case

In which pages is my faith,

forever alone in my arms,

i know that myself i am

called "NOT enough".

-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.

𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,

𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳,

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦,

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪'𝘮

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧

𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴

𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

funny and quite interesting.

One day, one rhyme- Day 2277

Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,

Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.

She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,

Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;

A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs

But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;

Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,

Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;

For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,

And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;

Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,

Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.

Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,

But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!