Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Rant #3 – Growing

Enter,
Growing daily like my peppers,
Send her,
Back to the beginning,
Where you met her,
Never,
Let that be true,
Because you,
Know it would be too,
Cruel,
Fool,
Step into position,
Then you rule,
School,
Dropped out because I couldn’t chew,
Threw,
All the repercussions,
That I knew,
To,
Be coming my way,
One day,
Changed,
I did not want to pay my way,
To an education,
That I did not see great,
They said,
“Please participate”,
“Study, it’s okay”,
I say,
No way,
Here I am today,
No papers to validate,
The thing that I contemplate,
Great,
If not for the world,
Then what is it all for,
Doors,
Open them all,
Or you’ll choke on your,
Ability to evaluate,
What you intended to reciprocate,
In the first place,
Close all the doors,
After you swallow their lore,
It’s something to adore,
Not a chore,
War,
Or bore,
That to you,
I can assure.


NV. – written on July 9, 2018 started @ 6:42 p.m. finished @ 7:09 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Contemplating Comfort

Seeing comfort and carelessness,
Caress anxiety and impression-less,
Situations that fill the rest,
Of an empty mess,
In a burial ground,
For thoughts in test,
Or times to bless,
So that we forget less.

But what’s to blame,
Is the my last name,
The games we played,
The towns we tamed,
The nights we raid,
The sounds un-sang,
One way or another,
We both get payed,
Or laid,
By the grief and satisfaction,
In the moments of our reactions.

When we blast back,
To see our backpack,
Of problems and potential,
To see how essential,
It is to manage your mind,
Appreciate your time,
And sustain the relatable,
Undebatable creational,
Representation,
Of your self and more.

It is easy to loose yourself,
In the lonliness of openness,
Or the helplessness,
Of pretentiousness,
For its a bottomless chest,
Filled with the unimpressed,
Zest-less messed with,
Undefined guessing,
Designed for undressing,
Molten memories,
Masked for mistaking.

Its all a changing,
Sightless and hopelessly,
Forgetful happening,
That is beginning to exsist with me,
Even though we’re divided clean,
My thoughts are still tormenting,
As I’m told to be expressingly,
Open to anything,
As if reality has found a seam,
To the dimensions of my dreams.

Now caught in a scene,
An acted misery,
Or a faithful blistering,
Battle with what i mean,
As i write these dreadful pleas,
To contract a little glee,
Now I’m free,
As i enter the limiting,
End to simple deeds,
This is me,
Expressing whole heartedly,
Investing all my needs,
In art and poetry.


NV. – written on July 8th-9th, 2018 started @ 9:47 p.m. on the 8th, re-visited and finished on the 9th from 3:57-4:46 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Entities


I feel these entities around me,

Simply not only sounding,

Intriguing, but surrounding,

My thoughts and new findings,

While I’m not even trying,

To make contact,

Although they’ve made an impact,

There are some things we can’t take back,

After these beings bring us past,

The perceptions we are left with,

While entering the plane they exist in,

We have a chance to comprehend,

Something un found,

Something from them,

Will you touch ground,

Make peace with their teachings,

Bring a student for their preaching,

Or debate,

The parts of your mind they are breaching,

Would it be wrong to just reach in,

With the knowledge they seem deep in,

Invest in the dreams,

Or the words they begin with,

Take a breathe,

Then just feel them,

It’s over now,

They’ve sang their song,

The entities no longer belong,

In your presence,

Time for severance,

This does makes sense,

That we can all be blessed,

By the gift of a God,

The kind not tied to thought,

The kind not sought,

The kind un fought,

That also seek wrong,

Those kind belong,

The kind in this song,

Those entities belong.


NV. – written on May 29th, 2018 started @ 5:06 p.m. finished @ 5:43 p.m.

Felt some presence while maintaining a brief meditation a bit ago, something powerful. Energetic in a way that it felt as if there was a pressure against my body. This weight or bearing you could say that was surrounding me also felt as if it was changing its position, going from above my shoulders to under my knees, below my feet, under my palms. All over different prominent points of the human body, as if these pressures I was feeling were examinations perhaps. It was a powerful moment, cut short as I was trying to recognize what was going on with consciousness, before being meditative I was more or less letting whatever was happening, just simply happen, no thoughts or directive focus, just being still with life. So by trying to bring an awareness to the emergence or this pressure or feeling so you could say that I was experiencing, I believe to have either bother, disrupted or distracted what ever was seeking interaction. With a sudden sharp pain in my left top central incisor tooth, the big ones in the middle, it all ended, either my connection was broken, that being my focus or calmness. I’m not sure, but before loosing what had happened I began typing above. This was the result, I will continue meditations and if more experience tickle my sense to share things, I’ll do so. In the mean time thanks for reading, don’t be afraid to follow, like or comment, because it’s always helpful and appreciated. Bye now. – S.F.

Rants and Thoughts

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Hey there, just throwing this out there for any fellow snap users that may stumble across this and wanna form some type of connection. My stories are generally pretty random but every now and then some drunken shenanigans are posted, along with other introspective, obscene things like art, thoughts, the ever so self obsessed looking selfies and other various thing that fancy my sense to wanna share the moments. Its snapchat, pretty simple concept to me, but mainly I would enjoy the chance to share and connect with as many people possible. This is another form of opportunity for that and I don’t see any good reason to squander it. Thank you for reading and I hope to see/ talk about life and how we got here with whomever you may be, lets just enjoy some life for a bit together. – SF.

Poem things, Unfinished songs

Shame


“Blaze it up 420”, yeah say it loud,
Why do we say these things like we are proud?
Is it the so called culture appropriated lies,
Or just another attempt to get between some thighs?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I said I dont know, why should you care,
You are one in the same,
Do you have feelings that you wanna express?
Do you live with your shame?

Will you ask, what is this life all about,
Have you thought about it now?
Should we be the person that we see,
Or be the one we wanna be?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I said I dont know, why should you care,
You are one in the same,
Do you have feelings that you wanna express?
Do you live with your shame?

Grow a mustache just for fun,
Curl it up to be someone,
Have your hair up in a bun,
It doesnt matter how you run.
This is your life,
And its time I think you won.

Now, who are we, who are you,
Tell me what you wanna do,
Will you turn this life around,
Find a way to make you found?

I dont know, why should I care.
Im one in the same,
Full of feelings that I wanna express,
And I live with my shame.

I say we dont know, why should we care,
We are one in the same,
We have feelings that we wanna express.
Yeah, we live with our shame.
I said, we all wanna express,
And we live with our shame.
I just wanna express,
That I live with my shame.


NV. – writen on April 24th, 2018 started @ 12:13 a.m. finished @ 1:12 a.m.

I’d lile to say thank you to all the viewing and liking to my post, it brings me to joy thinking that someone out there may feel connected or correlated to what I express here in any way. I’d shout out the ones who inspire me to write, but don’t want to come of a cliché or un cultured. The inspiration I feel comes from so many artist, known and unknown, different forms of art and life. I wish to experience all walks, ways and wonders of the world by the end of my path on this planet and wish through the expression now and many forms to come in the future, will help me connect with thos many walks. Thank you, feel free to comment, share, share a follow for follow maybe, jus be yourself, thats what is most important, no matter how you that you need to be, never be someone else, take care now.

-SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Being


I will change who I am,
Again and again,
For I have never felt confortable,
within my own skin.

This person that I’m in,
Does not have to be me,
I can re-write my mind,
And rid my envy.

Have you ever felt free,
When watching one another,
Seeing the parts of you,
Found in someone other.

Thats what I feel,
Everytime I see someone,
Find success in their dreams,
Or a newly found loved one.

It is no longer jealously,
Nor bothersome beliefs,
That fuel the fire,
Burning inside of me.

I will learn from the best,
Study their lives,
Forge one for me,
Then co-exist with the lies.

This is not about fame,
Nor fortune or rights,
I have my own goals,
To see all the sights.

I will be all the beings,
All beings could be,
Learn all the knowledge,
To live happily with me.

So obtain all you can,
Find all that you wish,
Then at the end of our lives,
It will be you that they miss.


NV. – written on April 17th, 2018 started @ 2:10 a.m. finished @ 2:50 a.m.

Thank you for any and all support, feedback or anything traffic whatsoever, it is seeing those numbers that ensures me someone might hear these words someday, maybe feel something inside that I have felt when reading others work. I wish only to bring any expressions I can forward to help guide people into their own light inside. I may not be great, nor fancy or fresh, but what I can assure anyone still reading this, is that I put out perhaps not the best work possible for myself, but the very most honest, in the moment, blink of an eye type feelings to each piece of work. Without holding back where they go or might lead, I try not to plan or be prepared, if something hits me. You’ll see it. Hopefully this helps me or others in return. Please leave a comment or follow if youd like, I am always up for convorsation. Thank you for your time, I know it is valuable. -SF.

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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, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

Energy


The energy inside of me is relentlessly overwhelming,
Can’t hardley tell a story with out ending up vibrating,
I mean that literally, if I get a little geeked,
Find neat people to meet,
Drive down a new street,
Find some info to leak,
Ill start shaking, making faces and changing paces.
This energy is just not containable, obtainable, or stable,
At this point are these lines even relatable? Repeatable?
I guess we’ll see one day.
Back to the shaking, the way it feels inside, thats right.
It creeps up from the core, creating more as it sores into position on your skin, do you feel that?
When it starts to begin again, it tends to trend all tremendously as it travels up your tendencies.
I love the feeling as it feels me, it steals me…in the middle of a line, nope, diatracted by it dissolving dangerously deep into the depth of my disassociated development.
Can you feel it yet?
That skin crawling enegery that sends shivers searching for your finger tips, tickling terriblely, totally taking over the emotion that currently connects currents of volts viciously vibrating variably all over me.
Are you feeling me?
That energy I speak of it keeps up, close up and personal, internal and irreplacable, inseparable from the feelings that frequently find time in your mind, the feelings of fallopian tubes fondling your foreskin, is that too much?
Should I start over, technically begin.
Ok, here goes,
The energy on my skind crawls over me sensitevly seducing me seriously sending sound waves through my system of soultions for ruthless polution of popultation penetrating my perception.
Have you ever felt something like that, find that, if you can’t, re-read this and try again stat!
You’ll never find a more satisfying feeling than furiously fixing the focus in your front lobe when energy so powerful potentially pulls you out of your confort zone, setting a new tone.
This my opportunity to open up all the ideas I can’t find when I’m shaking like a b****, twitching like a lonely little leaf on a stick.
To say this all out loud would take ludicrous lucidity leaping bounds over my marvilously maticulous memories, making more maliciously merry mountains of motivation to move upon.
Do you feel in now?
On your skin, in your mind, in the places to tight and locked up to get insight in to fix what isnt right?
This energy feels so nice.
I wish I could feel it all night.
Maybe if I share this, the end of this energy wont enter my sight.


NV. – written on April 14th, 2018 – started @ 4:03 p.m. finished @ 4:40 p.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

T.W.I.T.W


There is a Wolf in these woods
Stalking the depths of my intentions
Searching for nothing less than reckless
Its my exsistance that is messed with
Liking the dreams so dark and dreary
When the Wolf takes over
Things start to get scary
I can’t fight this demon
As he takes over my tenacity
Breaking the barriers of my intensity
The worst parts of me
Begin to be set free
It feels like fur will unfold
Filling the holes in my unknown
Claw start to tear out of the tips of my toes
Opening up the ability to let go
A transformational objective
This Wolf had goals
When it first entered my woods
I had no clue about fear
My life before then
Seemed relatively unclear
Now meaning has sprung
In the wake of the Wolf
No matter whats next
It can not be good
Feeling freedom for the first time
Since the year 2009
This Wolf has brought insight
To when my life became a lie
With the beasts in it’s new life
Those parts of me will die
So when it’s gone
Be sure to know
I’ll give this life another try
Though for now
I’ll lack control and
Let the Wolf in the woods take my body
But never take my soul.


NV. – written on April 14th, 2018 started @ 2:45 p.m. finished @ 3:27 p.m.