SEPTEMBER

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.

" I'd balance your body

Like holding a guitar,

And I'd gently play on strings

Just like I gently caress your skin. "

-t.f.s.

"Silent night."

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.

Will is not broken

Even through darkness

Through hallways of death,

Through rage and pain,

Sickness in vain ,

It is easier to open a door

rather than unleash fears.

-t.f.s.

“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu House of R'lyeh by Talon Abraxas

unchained~victoria pettella

She was a careful soul

that no one really took

and her hands wanted more

than just happiness behind

a dark frame ;

incapable of speaking

she lets the waves

kiss her skin ,

and trap her inside her veins ;

till she feels colder ,

lower , damaged ,

till her eyes no longer flicker. .

-t.f.s.

She's in the rain.

she's in the rain as

she promised him

to stay out of his heart

but in that day

she couldn't stop it

she only fell apart

is she a sinner as

it was heard?

no,she's just

out of her control

she's getting addicted to his art,he's just a mind-blow to her yellow heart. none of her words could be let out like a dangerous poison for her ears,she's the one with issues of fear,regretting the cases earlier that made her feel like her chest hurts and her mind gets loud because the world has this void,stuck on her,and her pulse stopped working because of the nothingness,it's like a rose with a broken neck..wasting it's death..

i've should known back then,i've shouldn't leave her like a relief,i've should take her back in my shell,where my space is free and could it be for her..because her space was touched,her body was damaged...and i could fix that,i'm such a shame. i've could take the hits in my brain,as long as she feels comfortable in my own world,she's not a relief..no. she deserved to see another kind of artistic mind. she's destructed. but open-minded. she's naive. but she's with a heart of glass. she has no money. but still,she has that surprisingly attractive side. she's called "paradise",but in her fears she's paralyzed. she creates like God,but she's not getting higher. she only knows trust on her mind and soul.

that's why he left her as a relief,concentrating on something better than her attractive universe,for him she's called a burden that burns the shadows away,that was kind of extra hit for her peaceful humanity.

she's taken for a disappointment,that's why only the truth is rejected by those who's hearts were the darkest,so as their embrace could be such pathetic way to grab or stab someone's weak place,grab their ATTENTION,grab their POWER,grab their ABILLITY,grab their HEART and stab it,like they stab their own life... (but she could be appreciated by me.) it's heavy. rain is heavy as the place in her heart,now,she's in the rain. and i'm still looking on her wet clothes,her ripped jeans and pale face,her destroyed from the rain make up,her wet hair,her lost smile that made me feel realize my mistakes,but humanity never lose. she never lost,he lost the chances to turn these incredible moments with her back again and again. that's the reason,she's in the rain..powerful aura such as hers,she trapped me inside with her kiss,grabbed my attention till the end of it,i'm loosing myself over her nature.

her smile appeared,

the sun came,

and rain stopped,

she went somewhere

so far,so far away

i knew she ran to

hug the sun..