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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

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

6 feet deep

I watched my sister mourn an ex that over dosed,
My father cry when his own mother croaked,
Watched my mother too when her father died after loosing the woman that he loved the most,
I also lost a sister to epilepsy, that shit is fucked up,
She’s was all alone, found naked in her bath tub.
Before all that I lost an uncle that would change my mom forever,
Loosing her brother first when she thought she’d never,
Ever have to spread his ashes farther than his love had casted.
I’m just reacting to the retracting of my memories.
So many memories of all of those who were meant to be,
Alive right now even though there are no remedies,
For the pain of loss and death that has forsaken me.
Just let me replace the bodies that were taken all too soon,
Let me be the face up in that bright old moon.
Looking down upon all of those who have been hurting too.
Those thinking about the ones they’ve lost,
Thinking about the memories you’ve tried to toss,
While search for a simple way to smile,
Maybe if we fake it our cheeks might hold up a while,
Get us down that god damn road another meaningless mile.
While acting wild and riled up to take a crack at happiness,
But if we’re redirecting our minds away from
death and sadness,
Id rather slip and fall into a pit of madness,
Loose my faith in life and love,
Like a dirty rotten mattress,
With a mistress that’s been laughed at.
Because,
All these deaths are haunting me,
As I think it should be me,
6 feet underneath the dirt below my knees.

SF – written on December 17th, 2018 @ 10 a.m.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Do or Die


What do we do,

When we recognize our failures,

Sink into the un true,

And see all of our stale years?

People say to persevere,

Overcome the problems,

That’s all I ever hear,

Yet still find no way to stop them.

Bad habits and reputations,

Digging holes and feeling useless,

Can become a situation,

Even if you never choose it.

What do we do,

When we become what we shouldn’t,

Forget so much too,

And recognize what we couldn’t?

Do we pick ourselves back up,

Follow through with all our dreams,

What happens when things get tough,

And depression is bursting out your seams?

I don’t know about you,

I can only speak for I,

But when it’s pain that you’ve been through,

Life becomes do or die.


NV. – written on 8-11-18

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Reimagine


Drumming to the madness,

Ridicule my status,

Rip into my grip,

Then seek to greet my sadness.

Fleeting in the meeting,

Where no one else is seeking,

To find a little peace,

Or simplify some meaning.

Towards the end we will gain,

Figure out this new plane,

Try to reimagine,

And settle for absolutely no pain.

So now that we are clear,

Turn you your head and get near,

Open up your time,

And lend me some of your cheer.


NV. – written on May 12th, 2018 started @ 10:17 p.m. finished @ 10:34 p.m.

Sitting in my cabin thing, listening to classical music, have a little tune on. Was reading a bit of “The History of Madness” when some inspiration entered my existence for a moment. This is what transpired, hope you enjoy, as always. Take care now, hope all your daily things are going well and that happiness is fluttering near you always. – SF.

Ps. – The picture was taken by myself on IPhone X, just off to the north of Country Hwy 450 in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, a bit north of M. 28. It was a few miles before the road splits with Fox River Rd. which happens to be a two-track, not a road my friends, this I had not know prior. Either way, my friend commented on the color of the ground cover, so we stopped, took our shoes off and walked a ways into the woods the experience the feel of such soft, pillow like vegetation beneath our feet. Reminded me of a project a lost friend of mine wished to compete one day, a moss garden, such a beautiful idea that I hope translates into reality someday for her. The moss was serene, reminded me of blissful memories and sudden a simplicities in that moment. We also stumbled upon a beautiful river sunken way down in a valley with the dense forests of Northern Michigan, just beyond the pictured moss covered Earth we were bestowed upon. It was a all natural area I would wish anyone to find themselves lost at, with no harmful intentions whatsoever. Thank you 🙂