Sometimes I Start To Realize How Hard Is In One Relationship. But If You Love This Person The Most,don’t

Night is a spectator for me and you, a life that's never a flower,but it's a waterfall reaching its never ending saga.

-t.f.s.

Insane!!

Teeth,I hear scratches on my walls,

the voices,they paint dead end on my head.

I can see smiling faces behind me,burrying

me and my thoughts with their dirty hands.

Happiness- is that sound happiness when

your neck cracks instead of relax?

It haunts me,their pain follows-

all the yellow colour tones make me throw up.

I need them to get out of me and my messy mind,

GET AWAY,GET AWAY- I shout.

Blood covered with twisted lies,

I'm traveling in a twisted world,

my life is an insane tribe.

-t.f.s.

Joji. ❤

Part of me will feel traced inside even when time stops onwards. And yet,cold skin,cold heart- it's just because you faded,it's irrelevant.

-t.f.s.

С последния си дъх

ще погълна всичко

за да мога да живея

да остана , да мечтая

в очи - вселени с

милиони галактики ,

живеят в тялото ми ,

ликуват в душата ми

с последния си дъх .

"Every human is a poet."(mixed styles)

"Sometimes a person's hands can dream of writing,they create an unimaginable collection of words,magic and captivate the world. And then...the people became poets."

I. "Touch me with hands,that are similar with art."

One night,human art became a reality,showing it's emotions in front of someone's eyes and emphasizing the brilliance of the truth that dances and comes to life in it.

tears,sadness and happiness dressed in a circle,

rise brightly and take someone's breath away.

Rain.

A pleasant sound reminiscent

of a favorite experience.

Irresistible farewell to the moon,

love grows.

The fairytale dances in the words,

and the art in it rises,colors the

paints around,but with the help

of exquisite flesh.

behold,the poet in white,who walks

his way endlessly.

he seeks this duty,fulfills his destiny

and draws it.

II. "Seasons of colors that don't fade,i'm not grey anymore."

Poetry brings together the seasons

of loneliness and virtuality in one,

hovering somewhere in a hidden and

safe place to keep them inside.

Nature was beautiful,captivating,

and indescribable to the eye,

the poet painted it's history.

III. "Poet's secret weapons"

"Black as mind".

Mind over matter

what doesn't matter

is in the mind

to much random voices

telling you things,

but don't let those

in the mind win

outsmart them,

because this mind

can often lie to you

In ways that can't be

undone,history will

repeat itself.

But you can outrun

what's within the mind

saint and sinners are hiding.

But your mind is a power organ

that doesn't deserve to run and hide.

2. "Colorful as the feeling".

For the first time in this tranquil life,

his heart was on pins and needles.

"Love" had him on his knees.

Her name-the quintessence of beauty,

her physiognomy-even Aphrodites' envy

could be seen from her quarters.

This feeling called "love",has turned

his world upside down.

Which new chaos is to come?

Silent feeling,another voice mumbling,

many emotions explode through this love,

such as sadness,lack want,faith,nostalgia.

Alas,he forgot that this one- sided love

will torment his soul.

He's half-destroyed from his own mind,

he wants to make art when he feels,

love will be part of his dreams.

Art connects love,freedom,but

what he needed was love,he kept

on being destroyed.

Isn't this what love does,when two souls

aren't meant to be?

The boy in love perfects his reveire.

The boy in love knows now what fate

has in store for him.

Yes,these two souls are meant to be.

Because he knows now that his muse

feels the same.

One day,these two hearts will connect deeply.

One day,their souls will be linked in this ocean

of life and beauty.

3. "Invisible as soul"

Ready to touch the world,

soul was quiet,watching

the visible beings falling.

Souls can't melt,

they can attach,

art's their way to speak,

the way to express

and see what's not

hidden anymore.

Through rainy minds,

through wet and dark places,

music flies around the city,

the air feels heavy...

music is very different,

it can be tasted,

it can be felt when

hearts melt so suddenly.

Art is coming to save

someone's invisible soul.

Through black and white,

a soul can pass the line

and give up into life's hands,

give up to feel what can't be held.

It feels so strong that it can't be real,

poet's heart is ready for another endless life

nights are easy out-going with music,

his whole body's filled with universe's marks

he's ready to create more,even if his soul

felt invisible and alone.

"...In the end,his heart will be taken by poetry,his hands will search for what's understandable to reach.."

Credits to:

@noorehloubi , @thegirlwiththebird and me!

-styles mixed.

- 1."Black as mind" wrriten by @thegirlwiththebird

-2. "Colorful as the feeling" written by @noorehloubi

- the rest is written by me,please do not steal/copy.

Thank you for the reading!

(Chaotic context, don't mind it)

My crossing surface leads me to a memory

All the mountains of thoughts,they reach out

to hang me on the wall of open doors,

they take me away in the nothingness..

It urges to be eater,it crawls, ties me up..

I'm not ready to be observed yet..

Darkness is a crossover , I don't want to lose it.

-t.f.s.

Horror.

What seems to crawl in, it crawls out

Inside of a demon summoning evil.

Dusty powder flying over the moon

creating darkness of magic in doom.

Dreadful stroke breaks within,

stuck in humanity's disorder

Inside of terrible insanity power.

-t.f.s.

May Lord Apollon reach you even in the darkest of times, and help guide you back to his sunlight

My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.

-t.f.s.