Singing Nightmare.

Get drunk and tell me how you really feel

The Broken Column (inspired by Frida Kahlo's painting)

Love is part of my body ,

a molecule that I'm taking with me along with my loneliness .

For I stay forever young in

pain ,

I shall give freedom a comeback again .

These ribbons tied around

in a knot around my head ,

my body feels death ,

but my mind doesn't

feel the heavy thread.

In a world that doesn't forgive

I'm my own big relief

between you and me .

A "cripple" can see through shit

more than anything in the world,

even when I'm powerless

I can take a single breath

the way my hands

create the shape of a poem .

-l.i.b.

Omg yus

A,

I was walking in the hallway with a friend of mine, he used the be verb “a” and the word “love” in that particular order. I protested. And said, love is not “a”. It’s not a single thing, it’s not even a thing!  It’s an explosion of feelings, unending questions and a rush of everything in split seconds. I told him, and he retorted saying I am a linguist.  But no, it wasn’t about words, it was about feeling every sensation. But you know what is the best explanation of love? It is YOU. Your love is the heat of the Sun on my skin, the rust of coldness when you eat Ice Cream; the explosion of excitement when you jump off a cliff. You yourself is love.

- 1919

Witch.

Blood's boiling

mercy's on my hands.

Casting a spell,

another universe dwells.

-t.f.s.

Inspiring.

Truth be told. I only hold the notion of hope so I can cope with the fact I have no control.

Every day it seems my emotions are laid out in front of me, splayed out and suddenly I'm drained out, my energy just fades out I want to be ok, but how?

I try to walk toward joy, but my legs give and the ground pulls me down in the usual way it seems to enjoy. My thoughts just turn into noise at this point. As the dirt cradles me, anxiety slips beside me and silently slides into my psyche.

I sink deeper into the earth and the dirt falls from the sides, spiders crawl up my thighs, I'm appalled when I cry out and my Lord won't reply.

Suffocating in this space the grace of God cannot reach this place. I accept my fate, quietly close my eyes and start my day.

“You scorpion woman, you have the devil's mouth

And you have scales for skin

And a snake's venom isn't as potent

As the deceitful sounds made from the hole in your painted on face

You're a tree bent by the wind”

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “

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.

Sometimes i think that your eyes are poison and it makes me go out of control.

-t.f.s.