I Find Myself In Awakening,

Let the oceans wash away my guilt,

to the one that I rely on,

the one I felt so deep on,

this hand as my guidance,

this spirit as my home,

I feel them for once and last of all..

In a moment

silence broke

all the wishes,

it broke a path,

a stone of dreams,

hopes that lie on

my garden of peace.

Feels like terrible wedding

Where my heart's not invited

And eyes see nothing..

Toasts on barely lasting love,

groans of pleasure, in devor,

the day ends in defeat,

silence just fell asleep.

Everything visible

faded out of me.

-t.f.s.

Sometimes i start to realize how hard is in one relationship. But if you love this person the most,don’t let him go.

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.

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

-t.f.s.

It's not a quote. It's just a feeling i want to share. It's just words i want to send. I want to stand by someone's side without hurting him. If i do,there's no going back in time. Magic may or not exist. But i believe in magical love. Before,i wasn't this interested in the meaning. Now i want to be a fighter for someone's heart. When you see someone everything changes-mood,day,face,feeling. The feeling is mostly important to release out. Don't be scared to say what you want to say. You go there and tell the person next to you how you feel. Behind the feeling and words there is the truth making a person to open his eyes and hear what they should hear. Why do I want to be important for someone? It's difficult not to lose in games and life,but it's not impossible to try again. When the bird falls from the roof,it can try to fly again. You know,there goes this-when you fall somewhere,you keep trying,it means you never gave up,you never gave your heart to the darkness. You never allowed your heart to be black. Being black it's a disease,but it can be a lesson too. Being a human without imperfections it's not worth it. It's worth it when you have mistakes,just to create the balance. And you make the universe capable. You make it stable. Nobody can rule the world unleast if they change people's souls into something way better. Not everyone wants to be changed. Someone like you would do something for me. Someone like you would send his words through his stare. Somebody that can be a difficult person doesn't mean you can't try to be connected to him. It means that you and him are the anchor of things. Capable of something good. You make the connection. You release emotions with the person next to you. Why is this loneliness sometimes? Do we have to apologize for being like this? No. We need something healthy for our souls,our souls need something to decline our suffering and leave it away. When and why? How and who? Everything is a mystery unless....if we are too.

— "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 you think you can forgive?” my therapist asks me. I shrug. “I don’t see the point,” I say. 

-my poem

Kalokagathia. (Philosophical poem)

[Kalokagathos]; kalokagathia

the world's sorrow,it painted the sky in black,so the dark can rule the night.

but when the dawn has come,the sun that remain happiness,showing around the spread of shiny thoughts flying over the woods,it defeats the dark doom.

light sends bloom,recovering the earth from dying,there's no end,there's no beginning in a frame.

kalokagathia-a true form of goodness,joy and lots of incredible beauty;

nature is what we found,a piece of unbelievable art in human's mindful world,when the creatures talk and crawl,when there's more powerful hope,admiring the picture in my soul,

wearing mother nature's instincts,reaching for a place to shine.

world's in a season of sunset end

so many roads aren't taken

seems so easy to discover the truth,

my small body is ready to hug the whole universe.

hands in scars,though large,

they reach for art that

restores charge in

this bright environment.

you'll find my art in your eyes,

believe in goodness somewhere around the skies,

my heart tells everything i desire,

my wishes come true,

body burns on fire.

art is where we live in,

life is nothing without colours,

we keep to use when we fade to black,

we recover our energy to go distant enough.

our minds aren't pointless,

they remain mystery,

looking like a small infinity room,

but full with so many memories and thoughts,

saving human's identity.

body's never changing

world is calling,

faces are yelling,

art conceptions

feel so alive,

they live inside any

undetectable

M I N D.

-t.f.s.

Amazing. Better give this guy some hearts.

I write to face my fears.

Like when you don’t know what you’ve got until she leaves and you feel the tears, and you weep and you lose your hair, and your sleep is just all nightmares, and you seep into dark despair, when you breathe you can’t feel the air, and you panic.

The manic depressive in you, an addict for anguish, madness is all you fathom, you crash in repeated fashions, your actions can’t help you manage, the sadness you have is havoc, no passion for life it’s tragic, it happens to be a habit.

You try to go back to where it started, where happiness departed, where you lost your heart and replaced the space with scars, the hardest part is knowing you’ve wasted all your time in loathing, you’d chosen to throw away the emotions that made you human.