“Do More Things That Make You Forget To Check Your Phone.”

Something changes the way she moves,

the way her hair is shining,but her mind is dying,

her eyes are oceans,deep,crystal clear,

they're the stars in the sky that watch every night,every year

she's an angel,she's a living dream,

her heart can make you hotter than the sun,

her voice will never make you regret,her name's love.

-t.f.s.

Сенрю 2

Заровени очи

в кутия без мисли

времето спи .

-t.f.s.

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

-my poem

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

Сенрю 1

Цветове в танц-

струйна кръв по хълмове

очите зреят .

-t.f.s.

Pleasure.

you'll leave me untouchable,

lack of self-control,

you see another victim

suffering from deficiency,

keep your eyes closed when

I try to get the pain away

while stealing a kiss from your lips.

denying to love me is another

pointless option,don't play

too roughly on me.

I want to taste the

victory with you,

just like the entirety

that we dance through.

give in completely

when you feel me,

liars like you keep

so many surprises inside.

remind me of the

taste of love,touch me

with your fingers that

want to scratch my flesh.

do my lips deserve

your unearthly fruit?

and the color that

illuminates your

corners,magical

and full of secrets,

pleasure is a food

for our emotions,

right?

let your movements

be honest with my body

and let your hands sink

into my paradise.

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊🖤

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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.

MONSTER ABOVE.

world swims in black,eyes in the sky watching the whole human kind die. it flies..it whispers in the night.

the monster is here,hosting through the disappearing light.

everything fades,the tension edges,

it's eyes take control over the places.

it's true form never shows,it hides in depths

of darkness,it comes in when you're alone,

quick,it captures your soul.

in a world full of darkness,

the blue sky shall be gone,

the warm sun won't come,

only black swims along,

staring in the dawn.

-t.f.s.

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?