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

100 Years


Got into it real young,
I’m obsessed.
Been at if for too long,
I’ll digress.

Two little simpletons,
A small town.
Just wanted to be something,
Or be known.

Got mixed up one afternoon,
Arms around her chest.
Didn’t know what we’d go through,
Who knows the rest?

Falling in love can be unreal,
The kind in songs.
At first sight she was a steal,
She could belong.

Nevertheless we’ve had our tests,
And so much more.
You know at times we’ve been a mess,
That’s what tryings for.

All true love story’s have their pain,
Like their bliss.
It’s what we loose that’s let’s us gain,
And never miss.

She’s had my heart now,
For a decades time.
I really always love how,
I could make her mine.

In the all those times we parted,
I would live so blind.
Forgetting where I’ve started,
And where I’ve put my mind.

But while we are together,
Things seem so clear.
Holding on to that forever,
Give me 100 more years.


SF – written on July 21, 2018 started @ 5:46 p.m. finished @ 7:00 p.m.

Poem things, Unfinished songs

D.T.B.D


I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make,
When you’re feeling a bit too crazy,
Maybe,
There are parts to our story,
That need,
A little readdressing,
That’s all,
I’m sure,
We can make this thing last all night,
Make all the little wrongs,
Feel so right,
And we can never get washed up,
Or beat down,
Never let this old,
Sad town,
Feel like our only homely,
Place to,
Eventually break out,
And be found,
No way,
Not now.

And I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make to,
When you’re feeling a little angry,
I see,
That we can get a little caught up,
In steam,
Feeling like we can’t be heard,
Or seen,
It’s a little bit like a bad dream,
I mean,
That I don’t want it to be,
The only parts of our memories,
That bleed,
Into our consciousness,
When we,
Begin to seem as if we aren’t there,
Or free,
From our disconnections,
And envy,
Now please,
Here me,

Because.

I don’t ever wanna let you down,
Never wanna see that frown,
Never wanna here those sounds,
That you make to me.
When you feel a little bit too crazy,
Or we get a little bit too angry,
It’s all just a little day time,
Bad dream.
Just a little day time bad dream.


NV. Written on July 20th, 2018 started @ 5:37 p.m. finished @ 6:12 p.m.

Wish I could put music behind this, but I lack the talent and resources required to do it on my own and connections for collaboration, for now it sits as this, like many incomplete ideas and creations. Thank you for reading or singing in your head, it’s a work in progress, for the future I hope. -SF.

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Mistakenly Masked


Where are you?

I can see your face in the reflection,

But that you isn’t true,

Your mask is too tight,

Something just isn’t quite right,

There’s a body,

That’s clear,

So where is the light?

You have a sensational mind,

So where is your fight?

Draw back both fists,Go on,

Now unclench your might,

Or not,

It seems in trying,

You have broken both wrists,

Mistaken to much lust,

For too little bliss.

I can sense you now,

Do you feel it here?

Between our barriers?

Where the mind lack fears,

Now as I start to feel you near,

Something isn’t so clear,

Your are still hidden,

Ridden with delusion,

Confusion,

And ill-invested illusion,

I’ve got a solution,

It’s called,

Stop questioning the recipe,

If you aren’t the one cooking,

Don’t follow a book,

If you aren’t the one writing,

Why listen to advice,

If you aren’t open to advising,

And why wonder what could be,

If you aren’t into being wonderful,

Stop,

I just started to sense your soul,

As if,

It’s taken on a whole new role,

And if,

You can manage to take the toll,

I’ll be,

With you until I feel you whole,

That’s “goals”,

A reconnection to your own inception,

The chance to see your own reflection,

Without inferior misconceptions,

Or fear driven thoughtful sessions.

The you I was meant to talk to,

Not complicate and see through,

Nor convolute your whole truth,

But here I am now,

Together with the real you,

After all is said and done,

I think there’s more to chew,

Something deeper,

Deeper than we’ve been through.


NV. Written on July 19th, 2018 started @ 7:47 p.m. finished @ 9:00 p.m.