Poem things

Succubus


They say ignorance is bliss,
So why as I go mindless?
Is it her whispers that I miss,
Her tricks,
Her wits.
I can sit with this.
But I cant seem to forget,
That I knew she had my heart,
From the first day that we met.

Stolen is how it seems,
Because it has never been my choice,
No matter how loud I turn up the noise,
She still roams in all of my dreams,
Turns on and off my emotions,
And plays with my heart strings,
But she’s nowhere to be seen.
Nowhere but inside my mind now it seems.

Forsaken me is what she’s done,
I started a battle I could never have won.
The parasitic after effects,
From a love that felt as hot as the sun,
Will feed off of me,
Just like the succubus that she was.
Funny how I still believe it’s love.


SF- 12-22-18

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Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Pipe Dreams


I have become molded by mistakes,
misevaluate heartaches,
And mundane smoke breaks,
Find my peace in the moments I take,
From finding passions,
To accepting madness,
How’d this happen?
Can’t blame my mattress,
For all the sleep I’ve been lacking,
Cant fall into my pipe dream,
Roll another joint,
And the bong,
Keep on packing,
That’ll help me,
Got a little stoned,
Now the sounds aren’t so saddening,
Just keep on tapping,
Into the beliefs that will serve thee,
End all the misery please,
It does not help me.
It is the pipe dreams that I set free,
That simply feed the lovely lightning,
Cracking down my splintered spine,
From the demanding depths of my mind,
It just takes time,
This I know,
It’s damn near my human right,
To try and fight the weaker parts of life,
Then take flight,
As I relight my pipe,
Reimagine grief and spite,
Into better insight,
This feels just right,
Tickling the terrors of the night,
So they can no longer take mine,
Building barriers to the breaking,
Banishing,
Berating,
Bullshit brainwashed battering,
Bountifully blasted back,
As we tell the predecessor,
My thoughts,
I will not take those attacks,
No longer will I be the aftermath,
Of a mind that couldn’t take crap,
Or a being that has met his cap,
Need to relax,
Take a toke,
No,
That’s a joke,
Need to tie this mind up,
Choke,
I am broke,
But no longer alone,
Seem to have woke,
From the discussion I wrote,
These aren’t poems,
They are prayers,
They are promises,
Ode to John Denver,
I hope to not stop this,
Gather momentum,
Motivation,
And match this,
Life with the greatest,
The famous,
The ones who made it,
For changes,
For greatness,
For blameless,
Gratification and satisfaction,
That is the situation,
Going to follow these pipe dreams,
Until I find what I need,
In this life that I lead,
I’ll find what I need,
In the depths of my pipe dreams.


NV. – written on July 8th, 2018 started @ 3:22 p.m. finished @ 4:24 p.m.Just a little nonsensical rhyming, please share a like, follow or even share this shit, I’d appreciate it 🙂 – SF.

Poem things

Dreaming


We are going to dream,
We,
Are,
Going,
To,
Dream,
Do you know what that means?
You can’t riddle us,
You can distract us,
Still you’ll hear our pleas,
Now repeat this please.
“We are going to dream.”
Dream of new days,
New ways,
Places to stay,
Thoughts to display,
Thinking of dreaming my whole life away.
Because it’s hard to resist the things in mist,
The fog of our minds,
Dreams left a little blind,
The ones we leave behind,
When forging ourselves,
In the moments we must put our dreams on shelves,
Live in the system,
Rewrite our life’s list then,
Be one of the nobody’s,
No,
No,
No,
Repeat after me please,
“We are going to dream.”
Regardless of what that means,
Because every single one of us,
Can never get enough,
Can you feel the lust?
Keep dreaming,
Especially when life gets rough.
When you feel no love,
Feel no one up above,
Keep dreaming,
Keep believing,
Keep on being.
It’s all we need,
Just a little dreaming…


NV. – written on July 8th, 2018 started @ 10:47 a.m. finished @ 12:29 p.m.

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Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Uncategorized

Words #1 (basically unnamed)


This crazy taming of my name,

Reliving cycles as they claim,

Territories in my brain,

Causing me to take some shots,

While no one else is in the game.

This isn’t about the way that we are made,

It’s about the way we make our change,

The way we seek to make our gains,

Everybody’s a little different,

Yet we’re from the same damn place.

Systematically separating social situations,

Tormented tones touch tiny intimidation’s,

Reading right around rambling renovations,

Leads long lost lethargic ill logic,

Back bounding bravely beyond bitter intentions.

Let’s make sense of less pretentious power,

While bleeding dreams into flowers,

Seeking grace and simplicity isn’t sour,

As you learn to find yourself,

Then make use of every hour.


NV. – written on June 19th, 2018 started @ 3:25 p.m. finished @ 3:49 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Always Changing


I feel there is something wrong with me,
Something I may try and say to simply come clean,
Try and find a little meaning or understand the reason,
Why I can not seem to focus on one thing for more than a few weeks.

My focus falls apart at the thought of a new dream,
Even if what I’m dreaming is what someone else is seeing,
Shifting motivations towards the being they are being,
Is there an identity if I have nothing in myself for the keeping?

The problem is that I dont understand if this is wrong,
Is it alright if the life I live isnt the one I have walked upon,
Can I wear anothers shoes and maybe wear them for too long,
Find them within you and get a bit inspired to write a book or sing a song.

I want to change my face as frequent as I find possible,
Re-write my story every day as if that were plausable,
I wont let what the world would wonder when I am unstoppable,
Get between becoming a dream and being beautifully believable.

I start to think that even you can feel it too,
When you read, write, see, think ,hear, or do,
Something new or crazy and then feel it becoming a part of you,
Thats the flux flowing for me that is founding some issues.

Maybe I am just caught up in something sad at the moment,
Can we even tell if its us or anothers ones motive,
If you are well connected consciously and you know it,
Then you might be able to build better bonds between bits.

There is peace to be pondered in all this potential,
Forging our own paths has been found famously essential,
We have so much to learn with information so torrential,
But as we change remember to keep your insight intentional.

That problem inside me is no longer seen badley,
Through this express I have conquered it gladley,
Even if all this rambling seems dangrously maddening,
It just seems to be the thing to help me in happening.

Almost ended this earlier when my mind wasn’t right,
Now that I’m here this seems so much more nice,
Arriving at truths through honesty and life,
Has brought me the bliss bouncing iside me so bright.

So keep changing and dreaming into all that you’re thinking,
Life will move meteoricly with you barley even blinking,
That spells for a story worth hearing while drinking,
Just find time to tackle that which has you sinking.


NV. – written on April 16th, 2018 started around 12:30 a.m. finished @ 1:45 a.m.


Thank you for any and all support, criticism, or feedback. This is how we make the world a better place, we help each other become better, learn from one another and see the beauty in collaboration. The societies some of us come from try to keep creative people apart or form beliefs to distrust one another. This can change with the ability to see ourselves in one another, we are all part of one chain of exsistance and by sharing life with eachother, we can inherently make life better for others as well. There is too much pain in the world not to listen to people so I thank you for reading this and anything in the world that may something change your point of view on life. Have a nice day.


Poem things, Unfinished songs

Dreams


My Poems feel repeated, like I’m playing a game, stuck in a loop, like the level won’t change

Try to find a different thought, now this is feeling the same, groundhogs day in this verse, Bill Murray’s to blame,

no wait…It’s my brain!
We’re not on the same page!

Its flipping back and forth,
Attempting to rattle my cage!

Wait, get back here and stay, wont let this thought fade away, no thats never okay

Cant make a difference if your feelings arent famed, when does that start to fade,is it when we have it made or will it be a different day

Look, even as a star, when it rains its gunna pour, weather its the feelings on the paper or the money on the floor

Life hands you opportunities, but you throw em out the door

Hold up, then what will you score

If you give up your dreams

Life will love you no more

Think about that for a second as you finish your chores

When you wanna make it big, youve got to culture your lore

See the story before its written and imagine your goals,

Are not as far away as they feel, they’re right here at home

They’re inside of you, not at a damn store, start directing your focus, to break out and soar

You can’t buy who are, the parts you can’t see, so when you wanna be known, you’ve got to come clean

If you wanna make a change

Start living your dream

One day at time

Is all that you need.


NV. – written between April 2nd and 3rd, 2018 started the 2nd around 4 pm. Finished the 3rd around 6 pm.

Thanks for reading! Well I hope you sang it in your head 🙂