Listen ,

Stuffed shark and kisame

IKEAの鮫ぬいぐるみと鬼鮫

Me facing my problems

Сенрю 1

Цветове в танц-

струйна кръв по хълмове

очите зреят .

-t.f.s.

Night's Young.

Night changes in colors , quietness .

Walls beside you are sleeping.

Melody is a wind longing for rain ,

a stress relief that burns me

underneath self -consciousness .

Moon is waiting for flowers to sleep

just like a mother prepares its child

for a long awaited break .

Part of me would still be lost

In this dark quiet place

where I wish to stay hidden

away from everything ,

just like a magic trick .

If It was just me to ponder

and keep my feelings away

to be whoever I want to be

the world would never stay

along with me ,

under a moon of blessings

where the night goes on

and trees cherish moments ,

as flowers sleep peacefully ,

tender voices crack in silence

and doors creak inside ,

but night is friendly

and still so green

to be thrown away .

-t.f.s.

SEPTEMBER

song of the simple truth: the complete poems - julia de burgos / a september day - george henry / excerpt from a letter to aurelia plath - sylvia plath / french autumn - artem tolstukhin / earthquake weather - janice gould / blue shutters - kim english / a girl ago - lucie brock-broido / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / september garden party - jane kenyon / constanze saemann and charlotte foubert photographed by ryan brabazon / september 1st - dante émile

funny and quite interesting.

One day, one rhyme- Day 2277

Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,

Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.

She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,

Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;

A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs

But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;

Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,

Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;

For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,

And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;

Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,

Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.

Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,

But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!

I love you, no matter where you spend the night.

-iwlyfm

DEAD WONDERLAND.

A thread between virtuality and truth,

the wind sings,the walls turn black,

shadows run quickly through them.

Does heaven exist in this murky world?

The wind blows hopelessly,

someone's eyes watch through hell.

The silence was a temporary consolation,

a noise-death sentence.

Weapons become poison to life,

and life changes.

That relentless smile,

making its way through

the mind,is getting wider.

The goodnight song flies through the air

and reminds of death.

Death,which they called

paradise and solvation.

Mask hides the face of death,

whispers it's last wishes

before killing someone

for good night.

The gates of hell open..

blood is pouring everywhere...

the flowers are dying along

with the song of the wind.

-t.f.s.

Season change.

After april's windy session

darkness vanished and sun came

rain stopped and flowers drew

each corner making beautiful view.

-t.f.s.