The Broken Column (inspired By Frida Kahlo's Painting)

Your sadness is my sadness. Wherever you go,I'll follow you and spoil your spirit. I'll be hoping for you to grow more courage anyway. I'll be there with you,you're just not going to notice,I'm quiet yet calm,loving and patient for your heart. Because one day I'll be the one to warm it up.

-t.f.s.

My favourite work.

In the cold, a snowy tundra,

An entire horizon of trees half dead,

Solace in a winter solstice

A place where I can find beauty in the death of nature,

Knowing it will grow again, but not now.

Knowing I will grow again, somehow.

Weather consisting of frost and flakes

Someday I will live in the cold,

Wether it be with someone I love,

Or not.

Growing out of ideas

Is like drinking an empty cup,

Forgetting what is real,

Forgetting how it hurts.

Another motion thrown

In curiousity to burn

pages that never opened.

It is time.. for the other side.

—T.F.S.

The Poet Beyond

I’m sorry I’m not a poet

Though I masquerade; I flow it

My pen moves too often when it is not my hand.

Indeed it is my fingers, but those lines were not my land.

There is a writer, beyond my view.

And they supply me with poems that are new.

I wish to pen, wish to spill

But my mind sits empty, despite my will.

And in moments as such, when I have the need, but not the ink

The Poet beyond my eyes offers me his drink.

And so he lets me steal from him a rhyme or two

In hopes it unlocks one of mine, in time, or a few.

But often I walk away with the whole work, and he knows it.

Because though I may want to be, I’m sorry, I’m not a poet.

“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

Title.

My life? It has no title.

It has edges that I have

to break through.

-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.

Senryū VII

Malevolence

through the eyes of a child's pray ,

devil was once an angel .

-t.f.s.

Scary nights.

Fears enter my room

air blows my way,

odd scent comes,

dead men haunt

to capture me.

-t.f.s.

Source: apocalypse dream.

Life is a line you shouldn't cross when you're downwards. As if in matter of fact you've already given up. It's not your fault for being who you are,it's your fault for not seeing the best part of it because YOU make it the best. When sun rises,you go down and think otherwise "what else is left for me now?" And when moon rises, your inner self just rises with night too. You create sudden conversations with yourself seeing the case of the problem that's gotten into your soul and it's making your skin tremble nervously. When your thoughts play chess and don't give up on hitting you, your dreams seem to be a broken mirror. But they aren't because it's an illusion. Your mind develop your self-mirror in which everything is illusion but one is real- yourself. You're alive with heart still beating. Don't give up to have another beginning. Don't waste time for useless thoughts. Don't give reason for illusion to eat you up.

-t.f.s.