“Whatever You Do, Never Run Back To What Broke You.”

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

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Joy-the-poet

Моята дефиниция за самота е малко по-различна. Не сама, а сред хора усещам липса…

- your words could be a flicker to somebody's heart,

but a scar to someone else's arm.

Life is not all about sad things ,

and it's not about promises ,

it's not only about happiness ,

It's about to feed your own need ,

and to smile to images no one can ,

as you make your breath the air

the others can breathe together

and life can change you ,

it can crush you, break you ,

torn you apart ,

but what it's inside

it is never lost.

-t.f.s.

She was a careful soul

that no one really took

and her hands wanted more

than just happiness behind

a dark frame ;

incapable of speaking

she lets the waves

kiss her skin ,

and trap her inside her veins ;

till she feels colder ,

lower , damaged ,

till her eyes no longer flicker. .

-t.f.s.

Deadly virus.

In depths of evil,

fingers in the dirt pray

to welcome God's darkness,

to take us upper in the air.

Floating secrets hidden in minds,

mouths covered with mud

to grow a poison so good,

feel the tearing pleasure,

plague is coming to greet us.

-t.f.s.

Ние сме живи , душата ми трепти

домът е близо , виждам светлини

които водят до стотици звезди ,

аз и ти сме частици от вселената

а дори и не го знаем , не сме способни

защото сме просто бучка пръст ,

пръст която ще съживи дворци, други души ,

ще обиколи всички звезди , всички облаци

за да върне онова което ни принадлежи - вселената , нашият дом , завинаги .

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.

Feels like home.

Do you know why you feel like home?

Because when you're far away from me

I feel lost; I'm hopeless and homeless man

without your endless and sweet love.

- source: someone i love.

Love sparkles in front of our eyes, it brings us light.

And we see it - through awesome pain , through our self's weight , we feel it.

We get more passionate about it , more free and less stressed.

We become what we needed to be , someone's honorable friend.

I pray every moment in my lightning years , to be fulfilled , and the love that has given on earth is all beyond war.

War's not the balance , it is a complex word , in which we live under chains.

War is not a poetry to be told , a smell of a burning field with broken heart, sealed .

“The ones who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the ones you need to let in.”

— Steve Maraboli