Feels Like Home.

Philosophy is the best cure because it does teach you how to live and die.

-t.f.s.

Poet is a storm.

I am writing in directions hoping to find the answer,

losing myself in a spiral of unworthiness,

my crazy mind recreated loneliness.

I needed to release the chaos with word,

moulding them into power coming

through a heart of glass that's glowing.

Formed a shape that only words

could come through a mind,

shaving the mud from my arms

to distract the miserable feeling

that caught me off guard.

I myself am not the best writer,

but if my poetry was made of gold,

If my soul burns in fire (motivation),

then i'm proud to be a storm.

-t.f.s.

Senryū IV

In the meadow field

love is outermost to call ,

distant in time's truce .

-t.f.s.

Window.

Behind faint panes

there is darkness,

doomed greyness

flowing over

as a night sky

within deepest

dreams, empty

and spaced.

-t.f.s.

When silence speaks power more than words can, I prefer to stay on my own.

-t.f.s.

Сенрю 1

Цветове в танц-

струйна кръв по хълмове

очите зреят .

-t.f.s.

Tunes.

Wherever I see light,

my eyes drown in vain.

Audience swims

in my bloody stains.

Green palettes mixture

in the middle of forest trees,

silence repeats in tunes,

mind's a body killer.

-t.f.s.

ABSOLUTION-THE CALL.

suffer.

the moon gazes upon the quiet

fearful and dark city where

the screams are loud and strain,

awfullness continues in the streets

life is an incredible disease.

ocean waves come closer to the city,

it smells like death,it's poison,

none of them has seen what's

born inside in a hole

yet none of them(humans) will live long...

...no one will ever feel how deadly was this challenge,

no one could ever kill the absolute that lives and it will ever live on earth.

suffer.

those eyes don't hide the pure desire to kill and eliminate.

fear.

it smacks you down to give up and die in tears.

disease.

it's like the madness taking all over the world,

making chaos miserable to handle.

surviving doesn't exist when the end comes,

when the doors of Hell open,

when a sound appears...

...and the ocean rebels

to it's RELEASE..

-t.f.s.

— You don't need to follow something/ someone because they're pretty. Make yourself prettier than anything else.

Trauma. Horrific catastrophe

of disease fullfiling my body

as I tremble and can't wake up.

My body can't take exhausting

desire to take medication- numbness.

Do I want it or do I need it?

It's something my soul continues to overthink.

-just a chaos made by t.f.s.