Знаете ли, че според някои определени хора, “сродните души“

hold on, my love, and i will hold onto you - n.l

Deadly virus.

In depths of evil,

fingers in the dirt pray

to welcome God's darkness,

to take us upper in the air.

Floating secrets hidden in minds,

mouths covered with mud

to grow a poison so good,

feel the tearing pleasure,

plague is coming to greet us.

-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.

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Only if i could scream against the pain.

The tip of your fingers led me to beautiful places- like the beauty in your eyes,

but in my dreams they were slowly fading

when you rushed our kiss to end.

-t.f.s.

“Не говорех, мълчах, тогава ме забелязаха, когато изчезвах “

- i need to be a flower in the daytime , and a light in the dark .

I need to be acceptance of good and bad , not anyone has seen the light ,

and not anyone has touched flaws

so I need to be careful with them

as I wash what's beneath their lies .

-t.f.s.

A safe space for my fellow poets

I hear your pain

so eloquently told

Let me lay down a nest for your broken heart

A soft place where shadows of lost souls

weave wads of thoughts into unique fabrics

that swaddle inner children

with the joy of poetry

...

Joy-the-poet

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.