Poet Is A Storm.

I'd never quit on what's called passion,

but my heart and mind dedicated to

this manifestation are faded, almost beaten

death's invitation knocks me down, eaten

from my thoughts that's far away home..

What's dead is already lost,

it comes before I gave my source,

no matter how tired my existence

my heart is beating still,

my mind have chosen to stay awake

and see what is real.

-t.f.s.

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Senryū VI

On the other side

enemy accepts defeat

while darkness peers in.

-t.f.s.

- j (x)

My mind is a house with closed curtains. My heart is a wound with opened wide mouth. I used to hear the music, used to feel it loud. But everything is blurry, i can't stand it. Imagination is dark and it has a place for a love killer. Voices used to be soul's favourite and now they are the unknown in the desert... Searching is travel but there is no light if the house isn't opened.

-t.f.s.

“Passion changes it, the depth and timbre of voice, the sound of your name.”

— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson

Senryū VIII

I watch the world burn

through a shattered glass beneath

darkest depths of fears .

-t.f.s.

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 think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Guilt.

To be prepared of burning

It is stressful and scary

But aside all of that

No one blames me.

-t.f.s.