You fucking own my dreams,
Could you please,
Give them back to me.
I cannot sleep,
With out seeing,
Your fucking face,
Endlessly.
This is not a poem,
But it is a plea,
For just one night,
Could you set me free.
Let me dream,
Please let me sleep,
Peacefully.
You told me to leave,
You shut me out,
Now you own my mind,
Without a doubt.
What was my crime,
To deserve this right,
I just want to sleep,
For one whole night.
SF. 03-13-2021 _ 9:30 a.m.
This search is never ending,
A yearning for purpose,
With no assurance for the premise of a future with potential,
No promise of a possible solution for seclusion.
It’s a thirst of sorts,
The type of hunger that contorts,
That forces you to abort more than you ought to believe you can absorb.
It’s often adored,
Brought aboard when other desires are doomed to be ignored,
I implore that this comes at me like a horde,
As if I can take flight and let the yearning inside me just soar.
No more shall I wait for such fantasies to be torn,
I won’t mourn as I find my mental fortitude to be scorned.
No more shall I wait and wallow as I swallow the seeds of thought found in things I ought to respect as not only just bought,
But sought out and caught from things I suspect to have been taught.
It’s not that I feel lost,
It’s not that I feel at a loss,
Or trapped in a glossed over rudimentary series of misplaced implications,
Only proposed to sit in sanctions.
I feel a ferocious foundation of feasible fallacies,
Informalities set to distract my mind from greater intricacies.
Simple thought patterns and weaknesses wrapped around unobtainable peacefulness,
I yearn for a greatness that can take the place of my wastefulness,
But I fear that I will convolute the convection that I truly try to concentrate upon,
Torment my connections and collect the correlation between what I want and what I can actually graze upon,
I just yearn for something real,
Something I don’t feel as though I have to steal but can truly forge in myself like a beam forged from steel.
I just yearn for clarity,
A self set charity for internal prosperity,
Or maybe just a simple nights rest,
A night with a dream that I know won’t eternally be better than the rest.
That would effectively be what is best.
S.F. – 02/16/2020 – 7:00 A.M.
Why are these always the same,
It’s either a poem about you,
Or a poem about pain.
Doing this should bring me to shame,
Although they’re my truths,
They lead me towards nothing I’ll gain.
At this point it’s not even a game,
After everything you’d been through,
It’s time I take all the blame.
These repetitions are probably lame,
Thoughts of seeing you soon,
Simply drive me insane.
This fantasy can no longer sustain,
I’m done playing the fool,
It is time to get off of this train.
S.F. – 02/10/2020 – 8:20 p.m.
Fumbling through empty bags of cereal,
Because I have no meal,
That’s half way real,
It’s surreal.
You might ask,
“What’s the deal?”,
But I’ll conceal,
Hide my identity,
Under lines of poetry,
It’s totally,
A way to roll you see,
Not poverty,
But possibly,
A test of will and greed,
Unstoppably,
Compulsively,
And un-contagiously,
Contracting means,
To understand the rhymes in my meanings.
It’s freeing needs,
But displacing leads,
As its bleeds into my history,
I now believe,
What you think and what do,
Are simply different tunes,
You can say a bunch of shit,
Or create a thing or two,
Its up to you,
Come up with your own rules,
Or follow suit like all the tools,
You better use them too,
Or they’ll grab right on to you,
Then you’re through,
Become beat up,
Used wrong,
Then be twisted,
Flipped,
And screwed,
What’s to loose?
All that you’ve been through?
That’s not true.
You may change a thing or two,
Any who,
No matter what you do,
Never settle,
Never loose,
And never ever end on moo.
NV. – written on July 9th, 2018 started @ 7:27 p.m. finished @ 8:14 p.m. Just rambling. Thanks for any likes, shares, comments or follows. Keeps the people going. – SF.
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.
Terrible timing for the timeline lighting the way towards the dreams we’ve been hiding,
Hide away from the thoughts that are keeping us from shining,
Shine bright through the night as you stay awake without trying,
Try imagining the life that keeps you constantly smiling,
Need a little hope, then turn away from the wrong kind,
Of people and places draining the good parts of your mind,
Theres a message in the passage to the parts that you cant find,
And a way to the goals in this world thats been pre designed.
We can exist with one another and let the moments simply slip by,
Feeling nothing that is wanted but simpley accepting what is felt right,
Living for nothing more than what we experience will be just fine,
Giving in to all that flows and comes to mind in this tickle of time.
We may ramble, stumble or fall into our ideas, goals and dreams,
Talk for fifteen hours straight with nothing to pressure how it seems,
We can figure out something new or realize the past or scream,
But after all is said and done, we can all become everything.
NV. – written sometime between April 15th, 2018 and May 6th, 210 @ 11:20 p.m.
Uhh, not a whole lot to say about this one, it may speak for itself to some, other it might not. Im not sure if it even speaks to me yet, I wrote the dang piece of words and lines. But yet, it seems distant to me, anywho. This is a rant but done with rhymes I suppose, Im no expert in using the English format of communication to express ones internal feelings or thoughts or beings that happen sometimes…uhh but, Id like to say that I do enjoy exsisting with others, letting life flow without paying attention to the way others think it should or shouldn’t. Appreciating and accepting who ever may be gifting me with there presence and thus try to elevate eachother in anyway. Let that be through sit down conversations, walks and talks, musical jam sessions(limited to ones experience and time spent with available instruments), outdoor activities, what im getting at is that your life and my own can be open to anything and everything. We can become, experience and live how ever we’d like and I think thats beautiful. Too long and frequent do we pay our attention to distractions, delusions and drama, when in reality the more you that you are you and the less like others you spend time observing, the more you will find that we are all one in the same, just at different stages, places, and parts of our own story lines. But that doesnt mean we have to oppose one another for those differences, its ok to accept someone for who they are regaurdless of what they seem like. Its tough to do at time but I can assure you that in this context…that little thing will open your life up a bit, allowing you to be what is you seek or see what you dream. Thanks for being here, hope you share a comment or question if you are still here with this train of my conciousness. -SF.
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.
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