The Tip Of Your Fingers Led Me To Beautiful Places- Like The Beauty In Your Eyes,

Singing Nightmare.

nightmare is a singer

singing in the dark as

there is a following cry

in the corner of my own.

sirens appear as

hallucinations of deep fear,

crying is not gonna save us,

trap is going to break us,

no one is here to take us.

the fear we are waiting for

is near...

so closer,i can feel the cold air

making goosebumps on my skin,

telling me to prepare

no time for deadly stories,

fear soon is coming,

screams aren't helping

they only break the ceiling

wishes in this planet

don't come true,

death is all for you,

all for you,

don't waste it

don't taste it,

don't regret it,

hear it...nightmare comes,

it comes for you to

sing you a song.

If I'm being honest, I can't even begin to properly channel alot of my anger

But even then it's barely visible, barely recognizable not taken seriously

Be it the hatred I feel, or my off bloodthirsty thoughts that dance around the back of my mind or the inessential lust for violence

To act on these thoughts and feelings would be wrong

But to leave them as they are

At least to me seems so utterly disappointing

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.

I meet a girl.

Her hair, it flowed behind her ears like trees on a windy summer day.

Her lips, they were like smooth like silk to the tip with a touch of cherry.

Her skin was as clear and as venerable as the clouds.

But...

Her eyes..

They symbolized the ocean.

You only saw the beautiful surface, the crashing waves and the enchanting blue tent....

...but underneath was a deep and dangerous pool of fear and pain but worst of all...lonelyness..

No one, not even herself dared to dive down into that pool...

-anonymous

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

Listen ,

Sounds of

Your heart

Spilling

In my ear ,

A whole

Born

Existence

Before me.

-t.f.s.

I searched for papers in life...I was so dedicated in them that I built my own reality there. Rolling in the deepest secrets of every page,every scar left me unspoken,unseen..so dark,rarely breathing.. I found my inspiration in your incoming colours,blue was the one I fell for. Because blue was motivation,blue was you and your emotion. In saddest times we keep ourselves awake..and if you don't wake yourself up, life's going to beat you.

-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

— "A Kiss on the Forehead", Marina Tsvetaeva   

[ text ID: A kiss on the forehead — erases misery. / I kiss your forehead. / A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. / A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. / I kiss your lips. / A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 ]

“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”

— Unknown