Sometimes I Think That Your Eyes Are Poison And It Makes Me Go Out Of Control.

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.

“To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.”

— Ralph Ellison

Her heart could drift away

because home' s her place

where she took care

of her heart that stood and stared

at the little things hidden behind

a laugh , startle in the night ,

every starlight in her sky

showing there's love

in anything she does ,

so she whispers

secretly , smiling

to herself

"I'm the best"

and back then

she never regretted

the magic she possessed .

-t.f.s.

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

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

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.

Akatsuki no Yona by Kusanagi Mizuho

Distortion.

Waves crash me in your inner self,

Helpless, finding your angles,

your voice doesn't have a tune,

deeper than ocean blue,

your desperation hides under

waves of separation, compassion.

-t.f.s.

"Purple Paradise".

To Forget.

If I could kiss

the deepest parts

of your unforgiven skin ,

holding on tight to

your storming charm

is what can't be resisted.

There is no cure

for your ocean eyes ,

and how you see me

in colorized motions ,

all alone , longing to

taste your feelings on

the tip of my tongue.

-t.f.s.